Them

men i would hold by the scruff of the neck & wash with dawn dish soap in the kitchen sink

“I was asked why me and a certain person don't speak anymore. After giving a brief explanation they responded why don't you be the bigger person and reach out and discuss the issue.

People tend to think being the bigger person means speaking on a issue, but don't realize sometimes being the bigger person means moving on from the situation and the person. Stop forcing relationships that are toxic. Stop reaching out just to think you both came to a understanding then the same shit repeats itself. It's okay not to have people you love in your life. Love and peace is a combination and I can love you from a distance peacefully.”

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a collection

The family is fully biased on Beel. As they should.

i had a dream last night where there was a new version of tbh going around called "tbh all grown up", it could float and looked like this

the farmer was always included

i am in love with hozier btw

When Hozier said “each day you’d rise with me know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty” and “all these colours fade for you only” and “I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around, and I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice” and “give your heart and soul to charity because the rest of you, the best of you, honey, belongs to me” and “if I was born as a blackthorn tree I’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies” and “honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes I feel like a person for the first time in my life” and “when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth, no grave can hold my body down I’ll crawl home to her” and

things that i find inherently romantic

braiding hair, the strands passing through your fingers like silk

reading poetry to each other, voices like honey in the sun

the intimacy of borrowing their t-shirt

writing things by hand, watching them glide the pen on the paper and taking in their handwriting, their calligraphy

looking at their naked back, connecting the small moles with your fingers as if they were constellations

creating together

listening to music together, sharing the album that speaks to you like no other

hearing their voice when they’ve just woken up, groggy and slightly confused but happy

sharing all your favourite things with them, the intimate art that plays with the strings of your soul: your favourite painting, book, quote, passage, place

feeling time pass by, together

their breath tickling your skin

-c. 23/05/21 

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