I'll Eat You Up, I Love You So

“Oh what we could be if we stopped carrying the remains of who we were.”

— Tyler Knott Gregson (via quotemadness)

🥺🥺🥺

“I’m always tired, but never of you.”

— Gnash

It’s God, isn’t it?

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma

yes girl you are so [if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more] [hands are unbearably beautiful] [i'll take care of you it's rotten work not to me not if it's you] [if you are intolerable let me be the one to tolerate you] [i could recognise him by touch alone] [i love you i want us both to eat well] [on purpose i love you on purpose] [whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same] [i am half agony half hope] [you have bewitched me body and soul and i love love love you] [he is half of my soul as the poets say] [i'm sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for but i'm so lonely] [i love you most ardently] [let me stay tender hearted despite despite despite] [someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other version of this story] [mostly i want to be kind] [tell me how all this and love too will ruin us] [you said i killed you haunt me then] [someone somewhere can you understand me a little love me a little] [i will love you as misfortune loves orphans as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong] [sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine] [who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me] can we kiss now

if you love me, henry, you don't love me in a way i understand Mirages, Anais Nin // First Love/Late Spring, Mitski // Stranger Things (2016) // Hannibal(2013) // Little Women (2019) // Two Week Notice, Leanna Firestone // Fleabag (2016) // On My Own, Les Miserables // Wishbone, Richard Siken

The way that after Patroclus died, Achilles slept next to his corpse, fought a river God, butchered Hector and dragged his body around Troy several times with his chariot.

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say”.

Patroclus literally was Achilles’ impulse control. He was the half with the empathy and the generosity and the immense kindness. When he died, all that was left of Achilles was a human weapon.

Literally how destructively beautiful is that. Imagine the depth of this love. *lets out a mental guttural scream and sob*

web weaving: love felt wholly in the mundane. the kind of love that sometimes goes unnoticed

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