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the-moon-holds-me · 2 years
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Concept: Staring at the moon from your bedroom with the love of your life.
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“So much more was said in the unsaid.” - Bridgett Devoue
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the-moon-holds-me · 2 years
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There is an uncertainty to your madness;
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But in such uncertainty, I find solace with you
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the-moon-holds-me · 2 years
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I'd say "I love you",
But how could that encapsulate the way I would adore you, live for you, until your arms become my coffin, in which I lay so that the touch of your skin becomes my next heaven?
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“And in the end, we were all just humans… Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
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"The world has never known a loneliness as deep as my aching heart."
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(Painting: "The Grove", Aron Wiesenfeld)
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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “What I couldn’t explain via text”
[Text ID: “I still don’t know how / to love someone / without swallowing them.”]
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the-moon-holds-me · 2 years
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My thoughts feel like water
Fluid, chaotic, and drowning me alive
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— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.]
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the-moon-holds-me · 2 years
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“if you must die, i’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body”
— Albert Camus, State of Siege.
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the-moon-holds-me · 2 years
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Something about the rise and fall of your breath,
The warmth of your arms,
The soft skin under your eyes,
The darkness that speckles the light of your shoulders,
The bones beneath the touch of your fingers,
The chill of your nose against my own,
Creates in me such a beautiful fear -
How readily would I destroy myself
If it would preserve every piece of you?
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(Sculpture: "Il Sacrificio", by Leonardo Bistolfi)
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the-moon-holds-me · 2 years
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I'm tired and lonely and cold too often. But now you're here
I think I feel warmer
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the-moon-holds-me · 2 years
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Kiss my forehead softly as we cherish this moment in darkness.
The twisting is something strange and beautiful,
Contorting us, changing us, enveloping us, until we become some creature of the night,
Fed yet starving.
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the-moon-holds-me · 2 years
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i just saw the moon guys life is worth living again
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Mother Moon traces our night with her silent fingers, whispers her lullaby into our darkness, fills our noise with soft silence. Her entrance to the heavens is quiet, her death each morning humble - she is lovely
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