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mournfulroses · 3 days

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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"

#lit #vladimir mayakovsky #lili brik #letters #love letters #quotes #typography #fragments #love language #p

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sanelyinsanemiss · 2 days

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To be loved by someone who writes you love letters 💌

#tumblr #quotes #love #feelings #lines #words #love letters #💌#🫀#wish #11:11 #dark academia #light academia

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old-school-romantics · 20 hours

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love letter to my love from another star

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thetypewriterdaily · 1 day

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soft reminder to brighten your day 🌤️🌻💛

#reminders #healing #life #inspiring quotes #growth #perspective #it’s okay #art #mine #love letters #journal #journaling #poem #poetry #words #artist

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acknowledgetheabsurd · 3 days

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Let's suffer, let's shout, let's wait, let's become dull, but be mine, let's love each other without respite, without reservations, with the whole soul until the moment when our bodies become entangled. My love, my dear, my hard love, my painful, my delicious love, I dream tirelessly of our meeting. What tenderness, what sweetness, what marvelous desires, what satisfactions especially. Ah! Everything we have not yet experienced...

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 11, 1950 [#186]

#albert camus #camus #absurd #absurdism #maria casares #correspondance #love letters #love #suffer #soul #pain #dream #tenderness #desire #without reservation

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yourlovelyspace · 3 days

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Say yes, please 💝

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caeslxys · 1 day

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I actually think there's something deeply resonant in that within fcg and frida's search of purpose and community and proof of what it means to have a soul that they not only found love in each other but that frida will find grief. which is just as much a part of the soul as love

#critical role #fresh cut grass #fcg #f.r.i.d.a.#love letters #idk it's just. it's really beautiful. in a deeply tragic way #welcome to being alive! it's awful most of the time and worth it always! yknow

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doveslettersx · 2 days

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I have absolutely no shame when I’m in love.. something strips my heart of all pride, it's pathetically degrading & embarrassing.. I just want to give & give. I'll love you forever & ever.

-Mel

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whereshadowslive · 4 hours

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the intimacy of handwritten letters ♡

Source: Pinterest

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hundredacreletters · 4 hours

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and if my wishes came true

it would have been you

-taylor swift (folklore: the 1)

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irenes-tender-world · 7 hours

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#pink aesthetic #pink moodboard #letters #love letters #white swan #swan lake #pearl aesthetic #pearls #fashion details #painting detail #oil painting #old paintings #flower painting

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memories-beneath-the-skin · 2 days

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fighting time logged against self imposed architecture planned

we wake, live, breathe, plan, push, pull, fight, yearn, love, hate

we seem to think can control who we love, trust, confide

we see those around us and still fight with visions of dream or,

youth , a plan laid out we are unwilling to let go and truly accept

we fight our hearts, spilling blood, losing sleep, bruising our minds

we feel because we can select our ingredients from the store

how many grains of rice we cook, the type of tomatoes we chop

how long we bake the bread, what time the meal should be eaten

we ignore the moment love hits like a random violent car accident

we don't dwell on the friend that no matter what has stayed true

without hesitation know who we trust, with life, things and time

if we took the time to truly just love those that took the space,

in our hearts, to nurture, protect, enjoy and embrace

we would realize how tiring fighting the stigma of disbelief,

of our selfish visions and inflated control, we would feel absolutely

terrible for the time we have wasted, the control we didn't have,

the right to weld, the moments we should have let go and,

embraced versus the whispers of our minds the temporary

I am done fighting my mind, done losing the little moments if,

grabbed heal the soul, done keeping a straight face when I want,

to laugh, and done being scared and looking for reasons I'm not,

good enough to be loved, and spend that time relishing it

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mournfulroses · 6 months

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Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. January 1925, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

#lit #frida kahlo #love letters #letters #writings #the letters of frida kahlo: cartas apasionadas #p

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deviika · 1 year

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— William Chapman

#William Chapman #quotes #book quotes #dark academia #light academia #classic literature #chaotic academia #classic academia #romantic academia #poetry #love letters #love quotes

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ervotica · 5 months

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“shhh, shhh..I know, I know..” with finnick pls 🥺

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: this takes place after the poison fog, r is badly injured and finnick takes care of her

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You twitch against Finnick’s chest in the tall grass, rough like sandpaper against your wounded face. You’re covered head to toe in blisters from the fog, eyes half lidded as you begin to lose consciousness from the pain.

Katniss’ strangled wail is muffled and far away in your ears and you barely register the words.

“The water! The water helps.”

You drag yourself from where you’ve collapsed on top of your fiancé; crawling along on your elbows, you make it a couple of feet at most before you’re exhausted; your entire body is burning, skin raw, every little touch flaring up every nerve ending inside of you.

There’s a rustling next to you as Finnick is lifted and dragged to the shallow pool of water a few feet away; there’s a splash and a gurgled scream as Katniss and Peeta start to clean his blistered skin.

“Finnick,” you gasp, your concern for him overriding the searing pain for a split second. “Finn,” you croak again, eyes heavy.

It’s quiet for a minute, the only sound the whispering of leaves brushing against each other. All the while you lay face down, trying to peel your eyes open where they feel like they’ve been superglued shut.

Thick fingers pull at your jaw and your head turns; your neck is stiff and the touch feels like the lick of a flame against your bulging wounds.

“C’mon,” It’s Peeta. “Gotta get you to the water.”

“It’s okay, I’ve got her,” comes Finnick’s voice and his hands pull you up by the armpits. You hiss and squirm away from his hold, the skin on skin contact causing too much pain.

“I know, honey, I’m sorry.” He speaks in that soft voice you love, the one reserved just for you. “It’ll feel better soon.”

He lowers you into the water and you scream. It’s a pain unlike any you’ve ever felt before, white-hot and scalding. It’s like you’re bleeding from every pore.

“Shhh, shhh… I know, I know.” He winces as the blisters start to lodge free from your skin and you relax, sagging in his arms.

“‘S better,” you slur. Your eyes snap open as you grapple for purchase against Finnick’s neck; your thumb rubs circles into his cheek. “You’re okay? You’re sure you’re okay?”

He laughs, incredulous that even at a time like this, he’s where your worries lie. Pointed teeth glare back at you as you thumb at his bottom lip and smile.

“I’m fine. Just worried about you.”

“I feel better. I’m okay now.”

His muscular arms engulf you, wrapping around your waist now it’s finally safe to touch you again.

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metamorphesque · 10 months

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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

#vladimir nabokov #classic literature #quotes #literature #letters to vera #love letters #translated literature #russian classics #longing

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