violentwavesofemotion: “My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. You are my home, do you not understand?” — Amy Lowell, from The Complete Poetical Works of Amy Lowell; “The Fruit Garden Path,”
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lovelysuggestions: I deserve to love and to be loved.
circleskirtfeminine: I’m content with the quiet things, the soft times, and the gentle moments. I’m at peace in the rain, reading on a porch as the wind so gently blows by. I’m satiated by the way the leaves rustle, and the gentle dance of the branches. I’m contented by the little pieces of time in …
lifeinpoetry: “I am full. I am boiling over. I am fragile. / I am terrified to say that. To say I break like a fever.” — Desireé Dallagiacomo, from “I Break Like a Fever,” Sink
theclassicsreader: “I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses–” — F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
soothingmask: I am going to receive everything I desire. Everything is flowing to me. I have made space in my life for it.
thexfilesbabe: absolutely obsessed with the romanticism of having a locket with a picture of your beloved tucked inside
artisticlog: “I am a child of the moon being raised by the Sun in a world walked by stars and a sky drawn with flowers.” 🌙✨