maybuds:

Trying to make sense of the kind of freedom and tenderness that can only come from so much loneliness

charlotte ager / sean thomas dougherty / félix vallotton / clarice lispector / beya rebaï / may sarton / maria medem / quint buchholz

adalimons:

“Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

enthymesis:

“But Life is dead to me; The worn-out year was failing…”

— Christina Rossetti, from Poems and Prose; “Sweet Life is Dead”

mygirlfriendlikestogarden-deact:

I overwater

I tend to overwater

I drown my plants

I think I do the same with people

I overwater them with love

I confuse cactus for calathea

I don’t understand

How can something require so little?

How can the love that pours from me kill you?

We were both propagated from the same plant

Our propagations were done differently though

I was propagated in love and water

You were propagated in anger and soul

I think you were a cactus

I think i overwatered you

I think your roots began to rot

I think my love drowned you

I’m putting the watering can down now

I’m done watering you

I’m done with plants

I picked up something different now

blossomfully:

Wasn’t it love? And if it wasn’t, then what was it? Didn’t you feel a sort of affection towards me? And I, you? A fondness? A care? A curiosity? A love?

If not love, then what? Something subtler? Or less than? Not quite there? If it was that, then what was missing? Ought I to have spoken out more? Admitted what I was feeling? Is it really so difficult for two people to find each other? Find - meaning, to open up. Find - meaning, to be exposed. Find - meaning, to understand one another.

Wasn’t it love, for you? For me it was a wish, a desire, a want, a thought, a dream, a realisation, a belief. Wasn’t it love for you?

I never doubted that it was love for me.

Sue Zhao

You reminded me of honey

Is it because

You were so sweet

So golden

So tasty

Or is it the fact

I got stuck in you

I couldn’t pull free

And Iike a fly

I was trapped

Your honey it smelled

It smelled so sweet

How was i to know

That this was just a trap

cantcontrolthegay:

*gets hit with feelings i thought i was over with* mmm i see that we’re recycling now

sunsbleeding:

Back to Nature//

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