It’s A Sweet Little Fantasy. The Way Life Runs It’s Fingers Through My Hair And Tells Me That Good

“In a shaky voice, he said: bring me back to you, or bring me back to myself. don’t leave me standing in between.”

kissing you and laughing with you and holding you reminds me that happiness is possible, that happiness is here and that it is here to stay. how wonderful it is to come home to you. how wonderful it is to call you mine, my love. every cell, every inch, every curve of you calls me like the sea. I’ll happily drown in all that you are. happily burn in the sunlight in your eyes. I’m obsessed with all that you are. the chocolate chip cookie grin, the curve of your Adam’s apple, the scent of your skin.

so this is what lovers mean when they say they fall in love with their person more and more everyday. this is what falling feels like.

“You are not real. You are a dream of a dream.”

— Henry Miller, from Dear, Dear Brenda: The Love Letters Of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus (via violentwavesofemotion)

i related a lot to your post about not being able to listen to a band. drinking wine and listening to music was most of my relationship with my ex and i couldn’t listen to our favourite band for months. it does get better you do start to forget the memories behind songs and then you get to create new ones. it does get better 💖

hello my love! it means the world you relate to my writing. love is a powerful and risky vice, huh? sending you all the light in the world, angel, because losing somebody you felt had one half of your heart is fucking painful. it does get better, slowly each wave of despair gets less devestating. my messages are open if you ever need to talk lovely❤️

why limit yourself between choosing between a pretty feminine aesthetic or a dark one? if persephone can be the goddess of spring & queen of the underworld at the same time so can you

Peggy Porschen

“Lips of honey, eyes of fire.”

— Meleager, tr. by Peter Whigham, from Greek Anthology; “Epigrams,”

I cup my hands around all the sweet things in the world to try and taste some form of optimism, some form of “it’ll be okay”. I’ve been feeling low and bogged down by all the hatred in the news. These days it feels like all the sweetness falls right between my fingertips, like sand. The world is such an overwhelming, cruel place that it’s awfully hard to remember the good things. The love, laughter and tiny mementos of goodness in everyday life fades under the screech of death, hate and pain. please hug your lover tighter today. please call your mother and believe her when she says it’ll all be alright. please remember that beautiful things still exist, even when the world is anything but.