— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

— The Black Eyed Peas - Where is the love?

“Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.” - Jean-Paul Sartre, The Selected Essays

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov 

Loving you is not writing you love poems; is being love when I write to you, and when I don´t.

Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, in the silence, at night and in the day.

Loving you is not to shelter myself  in you; it´s building a shelter together, with our hands, where the whole world can fit in.

Loving you is not to demand from you, it´s not forcing you, it’s not to put pressure on you, is not convincing you, is not defeating you; it´s to help you to break free from yourself, from me, from it all, it´s to give you my breath, to seduce you without any desire, nor an objective, it´s to enjoy you.

To love you it´s not to want you only when you love me, when you´re pretty, when you smile, when you kiss me, when you caress me, when you walk with elegance, when you are calm, when you are happy; it´s to accept you completely just as you are, always and everywhere, with simplicity, and joy.

Loving you is not projecting ideas about you, it´s not idealizing you; it´s to see you from afar, from up close, from inside, (from you), from outside, see you beyond me.

Loving you it´s not to reject your flaws; it´s to become sensitive to them, without ever expecting you to change them. Loving you is not to desire to be the center of your Life; it´s to lead you, if you allow me, if am able to, to the Life of your core, without looking for any rewards.

Loving you it´s not always being by your side, is not always thinking about you, is not always dreaming about you; it´s to be available for you, it´s to be you, become one with you, it´s to be aware of your dreams, and of mine with you, it´s allowing you to know me completely all the way to the very center of my pain, and of my love.

Loving you is not flattering you, it´s not enhancing your vanity, it´s not weakening you, it´s not confusing you; it´s to show you the value of your shadow, the wonder of your own light, it´s to help you to live alert, it´s to want you to fly while I watch you, absorbed, joyful.

Loving you is not just looking at you, smelling you or tasting you; it´s to look along with you at anything at the same time, to become one with your scent, to be a part of you.

Loving you is not to look at you from above, or from below, from behind, from the front; it´s to cultivate a balance that goes back and forth passing by our common center.

Loving you is not to fear you, is not to own you, is not to guard you, Is not to watch you; it´s to hug you warmly, it´s to open my door to you, it´s to observe you in plain sight, in total darkness, with the eyes of my soul.

Loving you is not saying that I love you, is not thinking that I loved you, that I will love you; it´s to ask myself whether I love you, it´s to feel it, allowing it to develop in me, without even needing to tell you about it.

Loving you it´s not renounce to my dreams for you; it´s to awake from my dreams with you, held by your hand.

Loving you is not to write that I love you; is sharing with you the best of me (love), without ever turning back, without a horizon.

Authors:

@ kumsall-things @ bookwormblue @ huzneram @ ousia-poetica

— F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Beautiful and Damned

“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.” - Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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Plague, Dance of the Rats, 17th century

Me n the girls

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wish you were gay // Billie Eilish

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— Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to J. M. Murry written c. December 1919