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what must it be like to hear a lover say your name? to hear their voice call to you. a whisper in the dark, a smile amidst laughter, a breathless gasp as lips meet and part. to know that in that moment you are fully in their mind, you are their everything, that all they can ever hope to say or think is your name.
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Me in the shower thinking about my wife: i think one of the big reasons why het culture "wifey/hubby" "his/hers" "tiaras/mustaches" matching sets other than the cis binarism of it all is that it reveals the thought process behind heteropatriarchy wherein ideal love is a product of inversion; two puzzle pieces that fit together but are separate and made functional solely by the utility of their differences. Heteropatriarchal love retroactively redefines a person as a half of a whole, their functions and idiosyncrasies only valuable when curtailed by another's. But more than that, heteropatriarchal love is so divided. My "hers" towel and your "his." Married on a friday because saturdays are for the boys. Your woodsmoke-scented deodorant and my lavender. We cant possibly hope to understand each other and that's what lends our partnership value, somehow. But the love i cherish--the love that nurtures me--is inextricability. Not the teeth of your personality spinning the cogs of mine but the blend and blur of our edges together. The further in the tide rolls the better. The love that nurtures me is accepting everything about you into my life even if i dont feel the same way about it that you do. Its a becoming. Becoming you, becoming myself, becoming us, again and again. There are no puzzle pieces to snap together, and im no more or less of anything with or without you. But no matter what happens i carry you with me now. Even in the small ways like how we wear each others jackets and deodorant and hats. I wear your mannerisms, and your jokes. I have your interests. You have my music taste. We subsume and consume one another. We explore each other by exploring ourselves and vice versa. The process of loving you is a mapping of a vast expanse and it is the creation itself of that expanse, ad infinitum. Loving you is a fluidity of the self. I try out new ways of living through you. I see through your eyes. My life doubles by virture of sharing it with you. We finish each others sentences and joke that were the same person but its truer than we have the language to describe. My selfhood blurs into yours; Im not half of a whole, but together we are a whole. You could draw a straight line from one end of me to the other end of you, no breaks. And why shouldnt we travel that line? Step inside my head and get comfy. Mi casa es su casa. Youre me and im you.
What comes out of my mouth when she walks into the room: id let you wear my skin if i could
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"i love you on purpose" "its rotten work? not to me, not if its you" "if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more" "you can say anything and i will not abandon you" "i love you like breathing" "i'll be patient for you" "it's always been you" "i'll take your hand hoping you stain mine" "i dont think we were ever strangers" "you're half of my soul, as the poets say" "i don't love you despite, i love you because"
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the weather’s turning so i’m damned to daydreaming about laying out in the grass under the sun with you
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Paul Celan, tr. by Patrick Cotter, from Selected Poems; “Crowned Out,”  c. 1967
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Anne Sexton, from A Self-portrait in Letters
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It’s okay to let go of love and it’s okay to let go of hate.
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Sorry for being obsessed with love. As if it's my fault
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It’s like this
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i like the concept of soulmates—not a “you’re destined to meet me, and love me” kind of soulmate, but a “i’d pick you, every time.” kind of soulmate. a “no matter what happens, and what has happened, i want to go through it with you.” kind of soulmate. a “i love you by choice, and you’re a blessing, and i’m going to continue thinking about you this way not because i have to but because i want to.” kind of soulmate. a “you help me rest easy when everything is difficult” kind of soulmate. a “in every possible outcome, i want you there, to share it with me.” kind of soulmate.
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please take up space in my life and in my heart
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“…food and love - which is of course the same thing.”
Daniel J. Miller, “The Touch of Love - It Is Everything” / this post / “Joe Pera Shows You How To Pack A Lunch Box” (2020) / a text from my sister / A. A. Milne / @chennai-expression / Chef (2014) dir. Jon Favreau / Sam Sifton, “What to Cook Right Now” (New York Times) / Alan Alda
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love really is just "i am thinking of you. i will ask you if you are okay. i remember your favorite flavor of tea. i want to talk to you. i hope your mother is well. i will read to you. i like your laugh. this perfume gives you a headache. i want to help you. i will sit next to you. i got you the chocolate you like. your eyes have gold in them. i think you'd like this book. i miss you when you aren't here." isn't it
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i know it’s not everybody’s cup of tea, but it’s mine so that’s why i posted this! i personally enjoy the causal intimacy of doing mundane tasks with my partner
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i just want to go grocery shopping with the love of my life is that really too much to ask
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i just want to go grocery shopping with the love of my life is that really too much to ask
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okay but maybe lay your head in my lap and let me gently play with your hair and show you how loved you are
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