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Eye of the Beholder
Eyes of the woods
We that Kind of Orc
eye-of-mori
Eyes of Lion
Eye Of The Beholder
allyyy-s:Isn’t it odd how one day you randomly meet someone then a few months later they’ve became a huge part of your life & you can no longer imagine your life without them in it
remanence-of-love:
trelaney:It’s 2019 normalize telling people you love them outside of romantic relationships
poets of instagram
music-and-quotes: “I have buried you in every place I’ve been.You keep ending up in my shaking hands.” — Bon Iver, A song for a lover of long time ago
amargedom: “I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.” — Beau Taplin (via naturaekos)
thetattedstoner:Tired of meeting people that’ll just become strangers sooner or later
lul-ib:i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time?
chuckakot:“You touched me, and it could be the exact thing I ever wanted, when you told me to huddle you, as if we were two strands of hair curling when summoned to the flame. It was not entirely about finding the sensibility to pleasure, but being
violentwavesofemotion: Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Helen Whitman featured in “The last letters of Edgar Allan Poe to Sarah Helen Whitman,”
Waltz of the Flowers
helllandhoney: “I want to get lost in you, disappear; I want your body to swallow me up,” — Dacia Maraini, tr. by Tim Vode, from “Dreams of Clytemnestra,” wr. c. 1994 (via violentwavesofemotion)
coolsuggestion: can you feel me thinking of you?
violentwavesofemotion: Nelly Sachs, tr. by Eric Plattner, from The Seeker: “Enigmas of Night,”
affectionatesuggestion:I dream of you
Little Bit Of Everything.
violentwavesofemotion: “I am far from you, but I can dream of you.” — Victor Hugo, from a letter to Adèle Foucher written c. March 1822
writhe: lookin for my twin flame. hmu if we’ve meet 1000s of years ago & have hung out every subsequent lifetime since. missing you
violentwavesofemotion: “I cannot allow myself any sort of happiness that does not, in some way or another, involve you.” — Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West c. October 1927
aashiquidreams:“There’s something between us- a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Presumption
weltenwellen: Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours
soracities: John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos [Text ID: “What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn
dearorpheus: “I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion
violentwavesofemotion: Anton Chekhov, from Complete Works of Anton Chekhov; “The Lion and the Sun,”
violentwavesofemotion: “I don’t know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.” — Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 28 January 1927
juneacademia:i am stuck in an eternal state of yearning in which i romanticise and fantasise about all the lovers and lives i will never experience.
haleyincarnate:Quote by Asma Shaikh; background art is “View of Saintes-Maries” (1888) by Van Gogh
qvotable: “I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.” — Franz Kafka (via bnmxfld)
thesoftestrevolution: there’s a misconception that grief only happens when we lose people. this is not true. we can grieve circumstances, relationships, missed opportunities. in fact, sometimes when you find yourself plagued with waves of emotion
The verge of lunacy
lexxnova:RIP to the opportunities we missed because of shyness and low self esteem.
coffeeacademia:imagine being the subject of someone’s poetry
lesbiandomesticity: i love you, and it is the beginning of everything. my life is fuller now with you in it. you haven’t made me whole, but you’ve helped me see that the missing pieces were there all along. i was always whole. you challenge me. you
Confessions Of A Broken Heart
sunsetquotes: “In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.” — Virginia Woolf
shanmustafa:“aw you remembered!” bitch i’m in love with you of course i remembered
metamorphesque:― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]
brothersincere: Soulmates have no concept of distance
engulfes:> looks up at the gaps of sunlight> misses you more than anything
eye-of-the-artist: Howard Daum
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