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how do you love?

Richard Siken, Peter Wever, Ilya Kaminsky, Margaret Atwood, Ada Limón, Akseli Gallen-Kallela, Richard Siken, @maieste, Madeline Miller, Holly Warburton, Shauna Barbosa, Benjamin Alire Sáenz

buy me a coffee

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I have so much love in me that I would like to cry.  

Simone de Beauvoir, Kayleb Rae Candrilli, Sylvia Plath, Clarice Lispector

buy me a coffee

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My legs tremble when I think about your skin

I want to taste you

Dipping my tongue into your sweetness

Squeezing your hand where the other holds my head

I dream of you often

I long for your skin against mine

Deep inside me there’s a visceral need to be close to you

I love your proximity in every form

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Want

There’s a deep seated desire in my soul

It alights in my low belly, pulling downwards through my chest

You make me my heart throb

I want to kiss along your shoulders

Pull you in by your waist

Kiss you deeply between your thighs

It’s an ever lingering desperate need to be close to you

I’m never not wanting for you

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love is the fabric of the universe.

vladmir nabokov in a 1926 letter to his wife véra // la traviata, giuseppe verdi // the antennae galaxies in the midst of colliding, x // speak, memory, vladimir nabokov // heart and soul nebulae, x // interstellar (2014), dir. christopher nolan // divan i shams, rumi

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Soup

I want to make soup with you.

I want to dance around you in the kitchen as you cut vegetables.

You’re so cute, did you know that?

I want to carefully guide the spoon to your mouth, letting you taste test the broth.

Careful it’s hot!

I want to clean the pot when we’re done, and hand it to you to dry.

I want to go to bed next to you, with full stomachs, and full hearts, and a familiar warmth settling in my chest.

I want to make soup with you.

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Isn't it amazing that we have a preferred side of the bed and then we meet someone whose side of the bed is the other one and when we sleep together its perfect. And then we invented hand-holding that serves no real purpose other than being close and bring comfort. And then maybe we meet someone that eats the parts of the food we don't like. Isn't it amazing how we keep finding new ways to fit ourselves in and around the people we love?

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I love you (I know your favourite song, and colour, and food, and book). I love you (I know your mannerisms and your phrases and gestures). I love you (I know how to cheer you up and lighten your mood and when to simply hold you). I love you (I know the way you love and the way you want to be loved, and how the two overlap like a flutter of wings at the sky).

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Intimacy isn't just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, going on dates, dancing, cuddling, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact & feeling each other without touching–it's exchanging energy

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let me see you and stay

neil hilborn // text post – @rebeccabinch //  naudline pierre – through the clouds, 2020 // flintcoded, 08 –15 – 21 // the first bad man – miranda july // sade alandria zabala // georges bataille // @tristamateer // mess is mine – vance joy // @softhe4rted , i will – mitski // taylor jenkins reid, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo //georges bataille – the dead Man //

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Love tastes like…

Watermelon chapstick and minty toothpaste

Chocolate chip cookies stored in red Tupperware

Cold fingers pressed against warm lips

Bitter coffee and whole milk late into the morning

Warmth, and heat, and sweet wetness

Pizza rolls that scorch the inside of my mouth because your microwave never allows for a happy medium

Skin, salty and moist with exertion and heat

Leftover soup and unsalted saltines

Whipped cream and blueberry pie

You.

You are love. And I taste it with every kiss.

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“Tear me apart”

I say it, and there’s not a fear that you’d take it the wrong way. There’s a security in knowing you’d caress where others have left gashes and scars, in watching as you cradle each piece of me within your palms and hold them with care. “Tear me apart.” And you smile and shake your head, peeling me into pieces to be savored instead of discarded. You ravish the parts of me better left to the birds, and make me feel worthy. Being torn apart by you isn’t scary, because you’d never tear. You wouldn’t.

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The taste of you sits heavy on my tongue. I could die a thousand times and still your sweetness would linger.

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mark of athena, rick riordan // Elizabeth Gilbert //Orestes, Euripides // dancing with our hands tied, taylor swift // the song of achilles, madeline miller

of knowing (and loving anyways)

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In the dark of the night I think about you

How your hand fits into mine

The smell of the nape of your neck

The way your grown out hair tickles my nostrils

I feel your ribs under my arms

And your leg between my thighs

On nights we’re apart… I sleep

But never can I sleep so hard and so deep

As when I’m wrapped around you