Edna St. Vincent Millay, From "Short Story" In The Collected Poems:

i want you to read me like a book, turn each page delicately in your hunger to know me more and more. gonna melt your barriers with each word im whispering silently. i want to make you tremble as you enter my realm, deeper and deeper being fully intoxicating with my presence. to make you feel me under your skin with each word you’re reading, forgetting everything you’ve ever known for that moment, letting yourself be taken away into my mind, as a river claiming its prisoner. you can’t fight it now but god, you wouldn’t even dream of escaping now.

so now you belong to me. entirely. wholeheartedly.

— Franz Kafka

huge shoutout to trees and also rain

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Katherine Cox, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

My chest, my beloved — your land, your home, your homeland.

idk i’m just a house cat don’t ask me

a deep connection can’t be formed without emotional safety. without safety, there’s no trust. without trust, there’s no vulnerability. without vulnerability, there’s no intimacy + without intimacy, there’s no true connection.