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kingofyourcastle: The ultimate choice for a man, in as much as he is given to transcend himself, is to create or destroy, to love or to hate.
slow-riot: I slept in until noon because I love to be useless
officialaudreykitching: You have to let yourself be honest and vulnerable in order to heal. You can’t run away and hide. Be who you are. Accept and love yourself when your feeling both strong and weak. We all go through cycles. It’s natural. It’s
tarkovskologist:L'Amour l'après-midi 1972 (Love in the Afternoon) dir. by Éric Rohmer
s-unberry: “When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart.” — Elizabeth Chandler, Kissed by an Angel (via thegoodvybe)
apolocacho:Letters of love in capitalism zine - Taco ché, Tokyo, 2018
violentwavesofemotion: “Fatal love, written in vodka prose, clear and burning–” — Denise Levertov, from The Life Around Us: Poems; “For Instance,”
violentwavesofemotion: “Hoping, desiring love. Wishing, dreaming.” — Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
twirld:Psyche in the Temple of Love (detail, 1882) Edward John Poynter
what-strange-lives-we-live: “I don’t care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.” — Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters
the-caleb-landry-jones-blog: That one is from Byzantium. It’s pretty lovely and peaceful. I wonder if Caleb can draw and paint? He is very skilful in a lot of things and obviously a creative person so I wouldn’t be surprised. Another submission
dogs99999: I literally love being at home! In my own space! Comfortable! Not surrounded by people!
violentwavesofemotion: “My thirst for love has no end;” — Ruben Dario, tr. by G. Dundas Craig, from “An Autumn Song in Spring,”
iamthesuckdickforclogsgirl: rabid: paul klee, drawing knotted in the manner of a net (1920) this looks like dance notation…would love to see this ballet
synthetiques: “She laughed. ‘It won’t last. Nothing lasts. But I’m happy now.’ ‘Happy,’ I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words
partly–settled–in:Your love is scaring me
70rgasm: Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love bathroom selfie, taken in their hotel during Nirvana’s 1992 Japanese tour
eye-love-you:Jesse Rutherford in São Paulo, Brazil 🖤
petitmatou: “The memory of things I have loved seems worn, built over, changed or cheapened.” — Linda Gregg, from In The Middle Distance: Poems of L. G.; “Changed or Cheapened,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
kontroverzno: “I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I am too far away, am banished,” — Franz Kafka, from a diary entry wr. c. January 1917 featured in “Diaries,”
geminiscene: we made love on the living room floor with the noise in the background from a televised war
euphoriette: “Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.” — L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (via euphoriette)
realism-love: In the Forest via Gustave CourbetSize: 106.1x85.1 cmMedium: oil, canvas
romanceangel: “I’m too alone in the world, yet not alone enough to make each hour holy.” — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Ich bin auf der Welt zu allein und doch nicht allein genug,” Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, trans. Anita Barrows
memoryslandscape: “Fires Burn in my heart. No smoke rises. No one knows.” — Kenneth Rexroth, from section XVIII of “The Love Poems of Marichiko,” The Complete Poems of Kenneth Rexroth, eds. Sam Hamill & Bradford Morrow (Copper Canyon Press,
craved: “Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone’s heart.” — Mandy Hale (via quotemadness)
violentwavesofemotion: “Nothing in life is real but dreams and love.” — Anna de Noailles, tr. by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “Song of the Proper Time,”
perrfectly: “There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very lovable.” — Yasmin Mogahed (via perrfectly)
soft-vpn:drawings made by mom inspired from the comic “ziggy”, back in the ‘80they’re now hanging on the wall above my bed since i love them so much!
clawmarks: Detail from Botticelli’s Primavera, c.1470-1480 - in Images of Love and Spring by Frank Zöllner, 1998 - via University of Heidelberg
partly–settled–in: Your love is scaring me
minhamemoriasuja:Love in the middle of Pandemic
mpdrolet: Love-In, Los Angeles, CA, 1967 Jerry de Wilde
poetryatmost:“I didn’t tell him when his words kicked a hole in my chest. I just kept on breathing like I wasn’t losing air. I just kept on loving him like it wasn’t killing me.” — Poetry At Most
theoptia:Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 2, 1928-9; Monday, November 5Text ID: —I have so much love in me that I would like to cry;
firstfullmoon: Victoria Chang, from “Love Letters,” in The Trees Witness Everything
lifeinpoetry:“I love with my throat exposed” — Natalie Sharp, from “[Molar Concentration],” published in Puerto del Sol
lost-teeth: New Love & Pain song out today! “Exit Scene” is available now on our bandcamp, where you can also preorder our new EP “It Comes In Waves”. https://loveandpainmusic.bandcamp.com/track/exit-scene
shadesofamethyst: phosphorescentt: I like the idea that mermaids lure men to their deaths but fall in love with women and help them become mermaids and all mermaids are like beautiful sea lesbians hell yes, sea lesbians
winegrass: phosphorescentt: I like the idea that mermaids lure men to their deaths but fall in love with women and help them become mermaids and all mermaids are like beautiful sea lesbians Makes total sense
Until Death Do us Part We'll Rot Hand In Hand
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