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“How would you like me to hold you, dear? With the gentleness of the wind in the last hours of the night? With the warmth of my hands in the sand that day? With the quietness, the door closing behind me? How can I hold you?”

September speaks to August in her last days

Some of my favorites from @ladysansalannister!

Hope is a sword with no hilt// In another universe //What if I had not opened the door// All I ever asked of you// You are a great person but// In the darkness// Missing you is like// When they put you in the ground// I am more longing than woman// When they put you in the ground// All good things left with you// Grief is so heavy// So this is life//You can talk to the dead but// There is something rotten// I'm all sharp edges// I survived before you

progress report: I am missing you to death. (1/32)

( x. x. )

Dear Self,

I'm sorry for ignoring you.

We haven't talked the way we used to.

You're hurt, but I didn't care.

When you feel alone, I wasn't even there.

And when you're happy,

I always thought a stroke of bad luck was going to happen.

I'm sorry for doubting you,

Thinking that you won't make it through.

Sometimes, I think you're a freak,

Unloved and pathetic.

I'm sorry for not taking care of you.

I forgot that you have weaknesses, too.

I'm sorry if you have to celebrate your birthday alone.

It's just me, being me like you've always known.

But as you grow older today,

Please listen to what I am going to say.

This time, I promise to love you more.

I'll never ignore you or doubt you anymore.

I will give you the happiness that you deserve.

Put God first, and I will put you first.

I will listen to you,

And be with you until you break through.

So now, be free like the wind.

Fly high with the eagle's wings.

Face the rising sun,

And don't stop dreaming even if you are known to none.

Be strong and bolder.

Take your arrow and aim higher.

You still have a long way to go,

So keep moving and allow yourself to grow.

You're not alone.

So cry no more. I got you!

"isn't it time / when the fires are too many / to eat the fire and not the cake / and drip the fires from my teeth / as once I had my hot hot youth?"

Paul Goodman, Birthday (1951)

Happy yuri day!

Leave some pining feelings for your friend that you explore in an angsty but flowery way under the yuri tree and you'll get some wlw kisses!

the joys of an unhurried sunrise, a slow dawn ⛅

kiss me/hold tight/i’ll never let you out of my sight

Cruz & Aaliyah, Special Ops: Lioness, S01e07, Part 4/4

Part 1/4, Part 2/4, Part 3/4

“I spent most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.”

— Micheal Faudet

🔔✨ 🫶🌲🎁

Happy Birthday to this talented, kind-hearted, genuine, beautiful, one-of-a-kind, awesome angel who has the world captivated by her sweet smile and round doe eyes🤍 - Freen Sarocha Chankimha!

May all your wishes come true, BunnyLove and may your joy surpass your sorrows. I hope this year brings you a lot more luck and love. Susu na ka, love! Many are still here with you and love you dearly. Enjoy na ka, loml @srchafreen... 🤍

The sun will shine brighter tomorrow☀️"This year, I only ask for one thing. May this world be kind to you. Smile a lot. May you be healthy both mentally and physically. When you can't take it, it's okay. I'm always here. Turn around and see Bae, Bae, I love you, 25 Sarosha!!!!"

Video: https://twitter.com/AngelssBecky/status/1688760743326515200

Happy Birthday Freen 😊🩷🥳🥳. Have a great day you deserve it🥳🥺🩵

What will survive of us is love

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho, Anne Carson | A modern artist's recreation of prehistoric hand stencils found in caves | In Love With You, Kenneth Koch | The Lovers of Valdaro | War of the Foxes,  Richard Siken | The Kiss [Paolo and Francesca], Auguste Rodin | The Expatriates, Anne Sexton

June, July, August. Every day, we hear their laughter. I think of the painting by van Gogh, the man in the chair. Everything wrong, and nowhere to go. His hands over his eyes.

Mary Oliver, from "August"

remember, green's your color. you are spring.

Roses, Vincent Van Gogh | Picking Flowers, Pierre Auguste Renoir | Green Wheat Field, Vincent Van Gogh | Water Lilies and Japanese Bridge, Claude Monet | Avenue of Schloss Kammer Park, Gustav Klimt | Entrance to the Public Gardens in Arles, Vincent Van Gogh | Sorrow Is Not My Name, Ross Gay

August comes and with it an insane rage filled with deep melancholy pervades me.

August lies lonely on my shelf and july sings in its death, I tremble and shiver.

Its just another summer day, the heavy heat lingers, but its more than that, oh so much more.

August be gentle for im not as brave as you rember me nor as lovable as I thought, just terrified for your dear friend September.

Im not ready and too weary to bear the weight of my eyes.

The echoes of summer scream louder at its peak, as I never experience it, I only remember it.

ludov222

Agosto, infine, giunge e con esso un’insana rabbia perforata da una profonda malinconia mi pervade.

Solitario, agosto giace sul comodino e luglio canta nella sua morte, tremo e rabbrividisco.

È solo un altro giorno d’estate, il caldo intenso persiste, ma è molto di più, oh molto di più.

Agosto sii clemente poiché non sono così coraggiosa come rimembri ne amabile come credevo, sono solo terrorizzata per l’arrivo del tuo caro amico settembre.

Non sono pronta e troppo stanca per sostenere il peso dei miei occhi.

L’eco dell’estate è più rumorsa nel suo culmine, dopotutto non vivo mai l’estate; la ricordo soltanto.

"The only thing I know for sure is I... need... you."