#I LOVE YOU

[shisasan]

From February 16 to 17, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[eldritcheyecryptid]

@cynthiaoverture

YOU AREN’T AN IDIOT FOR DOING SOMETHING WRONG

YOU AREN’T AN IDIOT FOR SAYING SOMETHING WRONG

YOU AREN’T AN IDIOT FOR NOT KNOWING SOMETHING

YOU AREN’T AN IDIOT

YOU ARE A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING AND I LOVE YOU SO, SO MUCH

[within-the-last-minute]

stay safe because i like being alive at the same time as you.

[wordswithloveee]

[webweabings]

I WANT YOU TO BE MINE. SELFISHLY, THOUGHTLESSLY, MINE

@vaitiolo ; // “Orpheus and Eurydice”, by Virgil; // H.G. Wells, from a letter to Rebecca West (w. April, 1913); // “No, I don’t miss the dissipated night’s”, by Alexander Pushkin (tr. by D.M. Thomas) (1832); // “Blue is the Warmest Color”, by Ghalia Lacroix (2013); // “The Voyage Out”, by Virginia Woolf (1915); // Virgina Woolf; // “Soft Human”, by Emery Allen (2019)

[mitululululululululululululul]

614

i think there’s actually nothing better than being randomly told “I love you” after doing something characteristically stupid. Like what do you mean I’m a lovable person and I just did something silly and you thought “of course you would do that. I love you.”. No better feeling

[halflifesk666]

[shisasan]

22 January, 1973 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[devilish-moan]

[freedomwillcomesoon]

i’m finally starting to understand that some people aren’t meant to stay in the way you first imagined them.

there was a time when he felt different to me — like maybe there was something fragile and precious blooming between us. the inside jokes, the way he sought me out even when he didn’t have to, the small gifts he remembered i’d love, the way he would catch my eyes across the room like we were on the same wavelength.

sometimes it felt so loud. like the whole world paused to listen to whatever unspoken thing was living in the spaces between us.

and god, i wanted to believe it. i wanted to believe that the way he lit up when he saw me meant something more. i loved liked him.

but people are messy, and feelings are even messier.

i don’t blame him for being uncertain. for being careful with himself. i don’t even blame myself for hoping.

it’s just… lately, i feel like i’m waking up from a dream i didn’t know i was having. the more he speaks, the clearer it becomes — the way he frames us now, the sibling-like tone, the quiet way he puts walls back up where there used to be windows.

i don’t blame him. because…

i know.

it stings, but it doesn’t burn the way it once might have.

i think that’s growth. i think that’s me choosing to carry the good memories gently, without turning them into something they were never meant to be.

we had our moment. maybe it was real in some ways - well to me, it was. even if it wasn’t everything i hoped for.

and that’s okay.

it’ll pass.

it always does.

[devious00]

Us when?

[halflifesk666]

Late night drive while we hold hands

[ilovesandalousthings11]

Us fr 💫

[shisasan]

17 January, 1924 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[luvv1anime]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE

Happy birthday bd 😩😩😩😛😛🎀 dinner will be ready when ur back 🥰