on being unable to say it
- emma, jane austen
- “self-portrait at 28,” david berman
- “figure it out,” orla gartland, art by @oozins
- red doc>, anne carson
- “how to draw a horse,” emma hunsinger
- “the crane wife,” cj hauser
- “the torn-up road,” richard siken
you should never lookat a horse
wait shit hang on
never kick horse in the mouth
please help me
Other ways to say “I love you”:
i. My hands gravitate towards yours, fingers intertwine without trying, and lips touching without thinking.
ii. Whatever “soulmates” are, you are more than that to me.
iii. It’s as if I knew you from my past life, and how grateful I am to get the chance to meet you again in this one.
iv. Your heart is a black hole, the kind that pulls you into darkness with no way out, but the gravitational force is so great there is no escape for me, and even if scientists discovered a way out, I would never want to leave.
v. My heart was a barren field and you planted a bulb. You let me blossom and in time, I became a garden.
vi. All I see in your eyes are particles of eternity.
vii. Making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches becomes special when it’s with you.
viii. I was never afraid of death, but I’ve found myself more careful when crossing the street and walking home at late nights because I don’t want to miss anything.
“Perhaps in a different time I would have named us hope. Perhaps in a different universe we would not meet so battleworn And I would call us forgiveness, and not remember us as war.”
— Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)
and what are your hands used for? creation or destruction?
im rediscovering apples and honestly i feel like the babadook from death note, theyre so good
change your name and gender at least twice a year for security reasons
anyway ended up making an agere blog mutuals feel free to ask for the url <3
nobody ever praises me or pats me on the head or feeds me small treats despite my consistent excellence in the field of not purposefully ripping cabinet doors off their hinges to fulfill some sort of maladaptive destructive urge