— Amal El-Mohtar, From This Is How You Lose The Time War (via Lunamonchtuna)

And finally I understand, why they call it "falling" in love. It's because, suddenly, you're falling. There's no stopping it, much like there's no stopping gravity. One day I tripped, and fell down this blessed hole, with you.

Added to the list of places I’d like to see😍

Melbourne Botanical Gardens February 2025

“Solitude and its silence, was the song that taught me to stand in the storms that others fled, so that I could dance in the rain they only longed for.”

— wordsintheattic

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955

Was your star next to mine ?

I love you, the love I have for you will always be there no matter how much space it may take in my mind or heart or soul. Every second we lock eyes, gaze upon your smile, or savor every second we touch. I know I am closer to the depictions of love, heaven, contentment

if i only ever touch you with our clothes on-

i will still hold you closer than i’ve ever held before

but don’t get me wrong, i have never desired something more than to look into your eyes

touch your face with my hand and hold your cheek, lean in and at last, feel your lips on mine

finally speaking to each other in a way that words cannot

but for now

moonlight shines down on me through the cracks between the blinds and i lie awake

thinking about your body pressed against mine

the thought of bringing you pleasure, i’ve never wanted to give a gift so badly

to be one with you, our bodies intertwined as deeply as our souls

maybe i’m not a good person for thinking about this so much

it seems to be the first place my mind wanders to when it’s not at work, the last place before i fall asleep

and if the universe encourages love, then i hope it’ll let me feel your hands on my body

but if i only ever touch you with our clothes on

i will still be closer with you than ever before

Plant of the Day

Saturday 8 March 2025

Outside a greengrocers shop in Deal, Kent, were these colourful pots of Anemone coronaria (garden anemone, poppy windflower, St Brigid's anemone). There was a great range of bright shallowly cup-shaped flowers in red, violet-blue and white which were all attracting the local bees.

Jill Raggett

Nothing more true

*Mutual reblogs something you posted*

Me: They still like me. Thank God.

Daydreams of being in places as these with you, respectively and endearingly am working towards finding a way to make these dreams come true

by lind4893