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you guys wanna see a really cool moth i saw on my walk today?

come get your man he's not doing anything wrong he just misses you

Anna Akhmatova

Marina Tsvetaeva to Rilke after his death

Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

Pride Soap // Honor Your Body on Etsy

happy pride month!

everything is a sign if youre crazy enough

there's an end to the loneliness, right? it ends, eventually? and i'll be finally whole inside?

Sorry for being obsessed with love. As if it's my fault

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“Do you remember when we first met? I thought I had wandered into a dream.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien

Just because I "long for their undivided attention" and "daydream about pinning them against a wall" doesn't mean I'm gay that's just how rivalry works.

"homoerotic undertones" my ass I just want my rival to be down to fuck

More writing in my book :)

fuck anyone who has ever made you feel like you're not enough

Translation: “I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”

Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife [19 January 1925] from Letters to Véra, tr. by Olga Voronin & Brian Boyd

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In the morning, when our love is as tranquil as dew

I will think of two entities

Just Me and You.

Our journey, future, present and past

What our love entails, and how long it will last.

In the afternoon, at the pinnacle of our joy

I will hasten to remind you

That our foes will attempt to destroy

That which, we most cherish and unquestionably enjoy.

In the evening, when we have gained and lost

Our love will still hold firm

By any means or any cost

We will reflect and laugh about memories from our prime

And we will cling firmly on each other’s wrinkled hands

While we wait for our time.

                                                                                                                                                  ©scars-like-these

i wish some of you lived down the street so i could go to your house and bother you in person every single day

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “Walking Home”

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