The version of you right now is deserving of love. Not you two years ago when you had more of your shit together or five years later version where you’ll surely be thriving. The version of you right now. The one that might just be okay, or is really struggling, or is bored and unproductive. That version deserves love. Having trouble accepting this is fine, but actively denying it is not. Your value is intrinsic and finding confidence in that is mandatory.✨ -pl
If you think the value of a woman is only in the curve of her hips and the shape of her breasts, you do not understand how to read beneath her jagged lines, the sacred geometry that make up her glorious heart and her beautiful mind.
Everything about her inspires poetry.
Never assume someone who seems to have it all together hasn’t seen darkness. Sometimes the brightest lights had to journey the hardest to get there.
BRING ME A HIGHER LOVE
I suppose there is also intimacy in the moment when a lover becomes an enemy, though it is tougher to say when it happens. probably when there is a song you can’t remember them living inside of anymore, even if both of you curled your lips around the words in a car at some impossible hour of morning, driving away from the place you met. I like my agony threaded together by the same chorus. not everything is Sisyphean. no one ever wants to imagine themselves as the boulder.
— Hanif Abdurraqib, from “IT IS ONCE AGAIN THE SUMMER OF MY DISCONTENT & THIS IS HOW WE DO IT,” A Fortune for Your Disaster
You really know how to get me on my knees 🌙
Az érzelmeim megszüntek, helyüket a mérhetetlen nagy üresség vette át.