All I ever want is for someone to look at me and think. “yeah, you’re worth it.”
He wants to be tender
and merciful. That sounds overly valorous.
Sounds like penance. And his hands?
His hands keep turning into birds and
flying away from him.
Richard Siken, unfinished duet.
Stupid kissing. Stupid roaming hands. Stupid boys.
Jessica Park, Flat-Out Love
I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.
Hélène Cixous, from “Olivier De Serres- A Single Passion Two Witnesses,” Love Itself: In the Letter Box (Polity Press, 2008)
Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.
I hope you fall in love with someone who always texts back and never lets you fall asleep thinking you’re unwanted.
It’s ironic how you feel most alive when your heart skips a few beats.
it feels so cozy yet so distant, makes me want to throw up.
“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
It is a truly amazing gift to be wanted for who we are.
“All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.” ― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
“Most people enter a library and don't hear a thing. Eerie silence. I stand between the shelves and hear ten thousand conversations occurring all at once. Each ushering an invitation. The noise is raucous.” — Charles Martin
THE BLACK HAND
Michelangelo's "David" (1501 - 1504)
"I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free" - Michaelangelo
“There is a wilderness we walk alone However well-companioned” ― Stephen Vincent Benét, Western Star
Tu ausencia me rodea como la cuerda a la garganta, el mar al que se hunde.
Verano cemetery, Rome, Italy 🪦