love is stored in the kitchen
perhaps the world ends here - joy harjo // the world unseen (2007) - dir. shamim sarif // text post - @jacebeleren // daidai’s kitchen - @pakchoys // text post - @bicarusgf // in the kitchen - helena janecic // letter to donald windham - tennessee williams // お仕事 - @tomokohara // summer kitchen - donald hall // perhaps the world ends here - joy harjo
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To be isolated with you for a whole day is my dream. For us to wake up in the morning light and remembering nothing about the saddest nights. I’ll kiss you on your forehead and smile because you’re the most beautiful in between sleepiness and bliss. I’ll dance with you in the kitchen and catch you when you fall as I make some coffee and as you make some eggs. “Dear diary, today is the first day of the rest of my life for a person is a sunrise.” You’re the words I wanted to live for after all this time, and I’m so grateful to share my existence with you. To walk around and be surrounded by trees and you ask me if it’s all lovely, and I look into your eyes and say yes darling, everything is lovelier than it has ever been. And while sharing silence with you, I understand that everything I need to feel your love is to be with you and have two fields to appreciate. Your magnificent of life and my sweetness of death. You’re the person I want to be with till’ my very last breath, and in the hour of separation, I’ll hold your hand and kiss it and tell you that it’s been wonderful and rare. Wonderful and rare to have known you.
Juansen Ryne Dizon, Wonderful & Rare
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“be kind to the person you are now, even if that person isn’t who you necessarily want to be. you deserve patience and honey during every phase of your metamorphosis.”
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roland barthes, a lover’s discourse: fragments
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apparently love is (remembering that you like salted fries) (looking at the pink flower and wanting to take it for you) (hearing how your day went) (playing you music to fall asleep) (naming my plants after you) (kissing your forehead in sleep) (crying on your behalf) (reading the book you once mentioned) (craving to touch you more) (letting you see me cry) (making you coffee as you work) (writing about you in poems) (sending you cat pictures on a bad day) (imagining future together) (watching sunset while paper kites plays in the background) (trusting you with my heart) (cooking together) (laughing at old vines) (feeling warm again) (kissing your ears) or something, idk
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tonight , please hold me in my dreams for i have not touched you for so long
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My love, why is it that when the sun goes down I feel you so much? Could it be that the colors in the sky remind me of my soul illuminated by the radiant love I feel? The soft and refreshing afternoon breeze envelops me and I breathe deeply the joyful peace that your presence always brings me, and I hug you so much, with my lips, with my arms, with my whole soul as I fly into the blue of the sky to touch you like a shy moonbeam that reaches through the clouds to caress your hair.
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remembering the days when she used to peak through the window glasses for a glance of him. Waiting for hours and hours with eyes wide open, just to take a look of that loving face of him. As after certain time, she get to know his Park going time. She just waits at the park for him. Neither did she talked or none a gesture to tell him that she likes him. But those romantic eyes tells him that she's in love. Day after day their conversation increased and so did their immense love for each other. Every evening at the corner of the park where there is huge bushes present to have some privacy to meet. She dressed up in her long brown gown and he in his black and brown coat meets each other. They realized this relationship should be named.
The man proposed her. She with her rosy cheeks nodded for a yes. All her childhood weeding dreams got real. Marrying with her dream man in real. They celebrated their marriage in the states with Kings and Queens as a guest. Afterall she was proud that she was marrying a soldier. Who would fought for the nation one day. But the little did she know that her first love was never meant all the promises. As the war broke down, the distance between those two elevates. During the day she waits for him to came back all loving and young as she saw him at first. All nights she use to cry under those soft velvety blanket knowing the war could take his man forever. Writing long love notes, pressing kisses and flowers were being the only attachment they had. Looking at the mail box with that gloomy face with a enlivened heart. Those love letters were so precious, she caresses the old torn page like it had his lovers soul. Her heart instantly chooses to be bright and hopeful.
With the calmness and tranquility she drifted into sleep still in the fear of loosing him. But her butterflies world broke apart when the love letters changes to martyred note. Knowing her love of her life now never existed. That he broke the promise to die and live together. Sorrowness that only twenty three years of her age, she already lost the most salient person of her life. Yet, with immense pride in her heart she cried off.
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A/n: I was bored and thinking about the guy that I'm in love with, don't come at me if this sucks.
Taglist and transcript under cut.
Ever since the first time we met, you've been on my mind, and in my heart. We met when we were at our supposed bests, we met when we were already supposed to be in love with someone else. So what if I fell? People fall in love all the time. Poeple fall out of love too. Oh, damn those beautiful blue eyes. They are a little dangerous you know, a little safe too. Damn those eyes which don't let me sleep at night. Damn that moment you when you touched my hand. Damn the attention you give to me. Your attention was like an unhealthy drug and each place of your touch left a searing mark.
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Nothing is made to last forever.
Some of us are profoundly lucky,
and get a lifetime with what we love.
I see the cracks in myself,
I see the cracks in you
as well my darling.
I hope more than anything
we will get a lifetime, you and I.
And maybe that is the closest to forever we need.
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i cannot make speeches
cinnamon girl - lana del rey // emma (2020) - dir. autumn de wilde // text post - @tturing // the unbearable lightness of being - milan kundera // the song i’ll never write - gary barlow // earth, my likeness - walt whitman // the most profound things are inexpressible - christina badal // @theweeknd on twitter via @z-ndjenja // cinnamon girl - lana del rey
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how do you press love
into palms that are so tired
they can no longer hold
or reach or touch
or skin that is so fragile
it can no longer feel
or a heart so hollow
it cannot fill
how do you love
someone like that,
who gave their all to the world
that gave nothing in turn to them?
How do you love someone enough
to fill their emptiness?
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“a lover is not looking to compete with you. a lover wants to see you elevate yourself through the things that ignite you and make you happy, without attaching their personal growth to everything happening with yours. they’ll never look to dim your light so they can shine theirs.”
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I try not to let my mind go there
but I do,
indulging in you.
Surviving on your smile,
recalling your familiar scent,
lost in apparitions of how the sun touched your face on warm July evenings.
I try not to go there
but I do,
I always do.
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messages for vincent from theunsentproject
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Dear Forgiveness, Again.
(open the image for better quality!)
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the windows turned to yellow from blue , but i couldn't stop thinking about you.
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I would leave my footprints in your sand. I would make the desert flower and plant rivers in the dunes of your pillow. I would make your constellations a pendant where I would hide my name and memory so that whenever you looked at the sky, I would fill your eyes. I would walk with the dawn and tread so softly your fears would fall asleep long enough for your hopes to awaken and I would hold them in my arms and give them wings so they could fill every corner of your heart with peace and serenity.
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I want a man who would give me morning kisses, wouldn't hesitate to scrub my back, eat me like I'm his last desert, talk with his eyes, remind me that he loves me, know my facial expressions and keeps oiling my hairs.
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"Love is such an awful thing. It provokes dread jealousy, gut-wrenching anger, unbreathable anguish, sick sadness, painful happiness, cheerful despair, obsessive hunger, insane longing, throbbing loneliness in me when I see you.
Yet, the Sun shines harder, searing my skin, warming my body. Akin to Icarus, I fall down, fracture my skull, smash my bones and light still mocks my ambition, the whole universe laughs at my dream and I die and reborn by the sole grace of your glimpse over my decaying figure.
Thousands moons of hope and an eternity to say 'I love you'. I ache, fall and break but I still smile at the very sight of you"
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