#goodnight my love

[velvetporcelain]

eleven thirty seven p.m.

cannot sleep. mind wants to purge and share everything it knows. i can feel you thinking. is that what you do all day? think of me? try not to think of me? i know. it’s okay.

i would like to say that I do not hate men. i recognize now that they are limited creatures, women are limitlessly superior- it would be unfair to punish them, but I didn’t say that it wouldn’t be fun ————- hmm but my desire is not to ruin, i am made from love for love- i am not made to destroy because i have never been truly destroyed, but maybe i have subtly, softly, slowly like soft core submissive porn. —

i love and admire men, please put this on my record.

it’s just that sometimes i forget they are natural born predators- and i - i am natural born prey—— but I really like to think that i have a supernatural essence about me— one where i become the predator.

my eyes sorta hurt- i need sleep, but i will not regret this decision to purge.

i haven’t ran in five days. my father comes in two days. my suffering has lessened and i feel a sort breathable emptiness in my rib cage, there’s room available, there’s space to breathe- that must mean something.

okay, my love- i am picturing myself waking up happy, confident, motivated, precise, and in love. us. we. everything i want, wants me.

so it be. goodnight lover.

-x

[cottage-bound-bumblebee]

Today was stressful.

Thank you for being by my side through it all. I appreciate you more and more every day 💜

[yutamayo]

[wipeawaythosetearsofbloodagain]

My heart belongs to him alone <3 @imnevernice

[jinx-blackout-84]

imma head off to bed guys :) I hope you know that you deserve to be loved. You are like a wildflower, blemishes and nonconforming making you all the more beautiful. I hope your mind is quiet and calm. I hope your shoulders are lightened of the burden that drag them down. Don't let your stress and anxieties pull you to the ground. Some burdens are not yours to carry. I hope that you see yourself The way I see you. Like a match in a dark room. Bright and burning and darting about, magical and wild. You are a wildfire and you cannot be stopped. Burn through the night, devour trees. Rival the light of even the sun and the fury of a thousand man army. You are powerful and beautiful. Watch a flame die on a candle. Smell the smoke. Take in the scent of fire, how it smells of soot and ash. You will do more than burn, though. You are the Clay. You are the sculptor. Your future belongs to you, and only you. I hope you are proud of your sculpture. I you're not that's amazing because art takes time, and you will surely arrive to love eventually. I hope you get what you want from life, I hope you can grasp the golden strings and weave them into a fate, a purpose. One that is kind and majestic. One that is wild, harnessing the rage of a fire. Sleep well my love.

Goodnight.

[djevilninja]

If you should awake in the still of night, Please have no fears, For I´ll be there; you know I care. Please give your love to me, dear, only.

Jesse Belvin - Goodnight My Love

[nonesuchrecords]

“I especially like the last half when Vilray also sings, adding a mellow counterpoint to her bluesy voice,” Kareem Abdul-Jabbar writes of Rachael & Vilray’s performance of “Goodnight My Love,” from their new album, I Love a Love Song!, in his latest Substack. “In the last few seconds of the song, Rachael hits some notes that make you lean forward to listen more intently. You won’t realize you were holding your breath until the song is over.” You can read his post here.

[i-just-dont-know-why-im-here]

I miss the nights when you would hold me close until we both fell asleep

The nights where it was to hot but you didn’t want to let go

The nights where your lips were pressed to the back of my neck

The nights where our legs would be tangled together and only barely under the blankets

Even just the nights where your hand would be on my hip

It’s nothing but the blanket sandwiched between us as you face the other way

No skin touching, no heat exchange

What did I do wrong

[sairceketli]

Time will pass my love Spring will come again

[loubella77]

Goodnight <3

[velvetporcelain]

lover,

still believe you’re thinking of me astrally.

I haven’t been feeding too much on my fantasies lately and i am afraid they are fading-

a dimension in the summit of man, imagination.—— artists, it never dies, it’s pushing itself to consciousness, and i love to think that i am an artist.

to be misunderstood is to be witnessed, — yes, i hope i make you uncomfortable— that is the point yeah?

I don’t know, i kinda gave up, and i sorta mourn the parts of me that feel dead—- notice how i say feel dead, because maybe only you can awaken them, but then again that seems a bit pitiful and disrespectful to my artistic abilities. — maybe i am only recognizing yours —-

it’s cold, and i let it hurt me. masochist core with a sadist soft shell. — kinda like that liquid that hardens after exposed to air —-

anyways, i always hope you’re thinking of me.

i finally feel free of leaches. not even my kids— everyone is becoming quiet independent and I am teaching them how to balance the weight of self awareness and mindfulness. a sense of self. —-

i don’t know what I am doing but it sure the hell feels right

i feel weightless, like Sisyphus.

-x

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[rastronomicals]

3:06 AM EDT August 12, 2024:

George Shearing Quintet - "Goodnight My Love" From the album The Shearing Spell (1956)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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