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depraved-raven · 8 hours

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“no, we're not soulmates. this is not divine intervention. and this is most certainly not chance. i willed this. i knit the threads of fate myself until they spelled your name. i love you intentionally. i love you with every bit of conscience i was born with.”

— @masardist on twt/x

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depraved-raven · 14 days

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“pure, & i mean that:

her hair touching my arm as she sleeps.

imagine feeling that safe. i can.

i do. the terror of all times stops, the night

freezes. she shifts quietly but doesn't wake.

soft midnight breathing like a blue hammock,

paradisiacal. everything becomes bearable.

& i think, i've loved you the whole

of my life, which isn't possible,

my life only started when i loved you,

which is.”

— daedalians

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depraved-raven · 16 days

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“i did not wait for you—

i didn't know you were coming.

when you walked into my life

i didn't know it was you

because i didn't know there was a you

you were never a list

a goal, a dream or

an expectation—

you were a surprise

a gift, an adventure,

a beautiful new beginning

to a story i never thought l'd have.”

— b. diaz

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depraved-raven · 21 days

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“i fell for your thoughts,

the way that you said my name, how you make me speechless

i ache to be inside your mind,

hear the whisper of every thought, get lost in your deepest desires

i want you lying down next to me

caressing the soft curves of my face, running your fingers down my back

i fell for you.

i ache for you

i want you.”

— unknown

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depraved-raven · 25 days

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“i show you my favourite books

because i love you

and i play for you my favourite music

because i love you.

what is love if not the sharing

of something beautiful?

something that will make your life brighter?”

— heavensghost

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depraved-raven · 28 days

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“i woke up wanting your lips on mine.

i woke up wanting your arms around my waist.

i woke up wanting our hands laced together.

i woke up wanting to gaze in your eyes.

i woke up

wanting you.”

— want (via sagmirwo)

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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“but when i think of you, i want to be alone together. i want to strive against and for. i want to live in contact. i want to be a context for you, and you for me.

i love you, and i love you, and i want to find out what that means together.”

— amal el-mohtar

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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“i don't know how you are so familiar to me— or why it feels less like i am getting to know you and more as though i am remembering who you are. how every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that i have known you before, i have loved you before— in another time, a different place some other existence.”

— lang leav

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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“i love you without regrets and without reservations, with a great clear impulse that fills me up completely. i love you as i feel myself living, at times, on the summits of the world, and i wait for you with an obstinacy as long as ten lives, a tenderness that will not be exhausted, the great and luminous desire that i have for you, the terrible thirst that i have for your heart. i embrace you, i hold you against me.”

— albert camus to maria casarès, correspondance, [july 1], 1949 [#66]

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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“i see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists, the reality of everything.”

— virginia woolf, night and day

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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“till death do us part,

they say.

i say,

i will love you till this life to the next.

and if next life won't grace me with you, i will still love you till the next one, and the next, and the next, till death finally give up on us."

- cynthia go // till death give up on us [62/365]

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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"you are pressing against me

like i press flowers

against the pages in my book.

you are kissing my neck

and it feels like the start of forever.

i want to touch you

until my palms burn."

— amirae garcia (via nastyorchid)

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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“i wish you were not on this earth, but entirely within me, or rather that i were not on this earth, but entirely within you; i feel there is one too many of us; the separation into two people is unbearable.”

— franz kafka, letters to felice

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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truth is,

i think about our hands a lot:

yours in mine,

my cold palm pressing

against your warm hand,

our slender fingers intwined

with each other

think about the things

that we can accomplish together

hands were made for

building and creating,

and i cannot wait to see what

my hands can create with yours

— unknown

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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“for you, i am fragile

for you, i will strip

of my clothes and my armor

i would tear the flesh right off the bone

for you, i am naked

for you, i am open”

— @holyaches on twitter/x

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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“i thirst for you. don't walk away from me. tell me everything, even if you have to hurt me a little. no one in the world will love anything you do as much as i do. tell me about the you i love, the one who's a little shivery. let yourself go. don't force yourself on me, just because you don't want to worry or help me. when you strip in front of me, i finally understand why i was born. i love you.”

— maria casarès to albert camus, correspondance, january 14-15, 1950

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depraved-raven · 1 month

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“i wanted her bones, her blood, her tissues, the sinews that bound her together. i would have held her to me though time had stripped away the tones and textures of her skin. i could have held her for a thousand years until the skeleton itself rubbed away to dust. what are you that makes me feel thus? who are you for whom time has no meaning?

in the heat of her hands i thought, this is the campfire that mocks the sun. this place will warm me, feed me and care for me. i will hold on to this pulse against other rhythms. the world will come and go in the tide of a day but here is her hand with my future in its palm.”

— jeanette winterson, written on the body

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