in case you ever foolishly forget: i am never not thinking of you - virginia woolf☆
in case you ever foolishly forget: i am never not thinking of you - virginia woolf☆
issue01: LOVE
we all have a love letter or poem somewhere hidden in our night table drawers - ever wondered what you're gonna do with this one letter you once wrote at 3am which you know you'll never send/give to the person anyways? or maybe you've shared your writing (and feelings) with your loved one already and wanna share your love publicly on the Internet for hopeful romantics to read?
read all accepted submissions & beautiful writings from writers all around the world below :)
some quotes bonnie screenshot at 2am wondering on love:
Were we the last two people on Earth
There's no one I’d rather grieve with. The absence of mothers, sisters, boys we call our brothers. Postmen. The deli workers who remember your orders. I'll be with you without our neighbors, prisoners, civil war reenactors. Substitute teachers, cab drivers, florists, waning friends, stargazers. …
Pistachios and Depression Got Nothin on You
I want to be alive to be with you. I’ll stay so we can prepare tea together. You wash the dented pot. I set the kettle to sing. We stare at the herbs and petals waiting to be submerged. You pour the hot water, bringing them to life. You make them more than they were before.
Room 192 + more
I have gotten used to invisible hands.
They held my gaze, whispered to me.
Like a phantom lover, they mesmerized me. …
Excerpts from 'a fragmented account of all the people i’ve ever thought i loved’
white shoulders,
collar bones made of stardust.
the ridges of a spine …
We make endless errors and others
Once driving to dinner I saw a hazed-out low sun and mistook the solar system
Another time I chased the moon across a bridge, gaping awe, and made it to my destination
Asked others if they’d seen it—told them they could still catch it …
Whiskers and Bliss
This artwork pays homage to my dearly beloved feline friends—Barda, Toothless, Pawie, and Klee—alongside the crafty neighborhood cats who shamelessly snatch my cats' meals, resulting in a slightly lighter family wallet (not that my mom and I are complaining, and not that my cats are complaining …
To Float
At night on the highway, when I pick you up from your apartment, we fall, once again, into the rhythm of our togetherness. Lingering glances, touches that carry intention beyond simple contact, grins that struggle against containment – this is the series of symptoms we brave upon entering each other’s …
words unsaid
the words I want to say to him
I feel them bubbling up
making their way from my brain …
Amas Veritas + more
He will come find me when I've caught the wrong
bus on a Minnesotan January night.
He will whistle like a Disney sparrow. …
In-Between + More
In the night, in my dream
I was searching my love
with all my means and skills …
Classical poets be like
From whence the knocks of Dian’s bow do spring,
Or dance as tuned from ’Pollo’s lyre inspired,
Mellifluous, diaphanous offspring— …
INFATUATED / This is me, Telling you, I love you
You made me a lover and a liar
Infatuated at the mere thought of you
When the thought of your pictures, hazy and blurred, mean more than the moon, …
the greatest love
January 2019 - I was about to meet the greatest love I’ve ever felt in my young life.
It was cold (even in Barcelona, Spain) and I bought a coat - Tim entered my heart as well. …