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chroniclover · 3 years
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chroniclover · 3 years
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I will love you until the universe consigns us to oblivion.
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chroniclover · 3 years
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I've grown used to hopelessly looking for satiety in lukewarm love and hollow hearts. I always thought I could give from the fire madly burning my spirit as to awaken passions in other souls, but realized some prefer inertia to being stirred out of cowardice and fear for the formidableness of love.
V. T.
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chroniclover · 3 years
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“I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.”
— Warsan Shire
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chroniclover · 3 years
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If I knew it would be the last time our hearts would dance in synchrony—if I knew you would leave me—I would have kissed you harder; I would have sunk my lips into your delicate, milky skin as to fill you with every ounce of burning love that spills over me. I would have held you tighter to my chest so you could get a vague sense of how violently my heart pounds out of unbridled desire for you. I would have never detached myself from the inebriating gaze of your agate eyes that night, our bodies intertwined with each other in the backseat of your car, if I knew I would be obligated to forsake the last and most beautiful dream of my soul.
V. T.
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chroniclover · 3 years
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My lips decay with unmet longing for yours.
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chroniclover · 3 years
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“before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.
if you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”
- Soledad Francis
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chroniclover · 3 years
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My Night at Maud’s, 1969 
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The Dothan Eagle, Alabama, May 28, 1937
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chroniclover · 3 years
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“We are writers, my love. We don’t cry, We bleed on paper.”
— a.y.
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chroniclover · 3 years
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Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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chroniclover · 4 years
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On those occasions where life feels devoid of meaning, I foolishly remind myself that there certainly is one thing I am meant for, and that is loving you madly.
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chroniclover · 4 years
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This immense desire for you will consume me whole, my love—oh, to be tangled up in your arms, to steal endless kisses from your soft lips, to lose myself in your tender eyes! If there’s something that I’m certain of, it’s that you’re all I want. I’m becoming more insane with each second that passes where I’m deprived of you, so why don’t you come and take what’s yours—my heart, drunk with passionate love solely for you?
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chroniclover · 4 years
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It’s your weak smile, your gentle touch, your warm character—I can dwell in the memories that carry your name for eternity. Even those occasions where I was a mere spectator of your light have been sewed tightly into the fabric of my heart. And it’s funny, isn’t it? There I was, deliberately learning your language and studying and falling in love with each one of your little idiosyncrasies, while you had not even the slightest idea of my devotion to you.
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chroniclover · 4 years
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I am so fucking in love with you. You are my drug, my everyday muse, my ultimate fantasy, my everything. I am known for being a thick-skinned girl who doesn’t take shit from anyone, but when it comes to you, I completely melt from underneath that hard shell. I would singlehandedly collect all the stars blanketing the night sky if you wanted them, even though the only star in my eyes is you. I would even put out the scorching sun on a hot summer day so you could be a bit more comfortable. You might tell me I am silly for suggesting such a thing, for we would not be able to survive without its radiative properties. But I know that for me all I need is you and I would be more than okay. I would be fucking great, actually. I might be excessively corny, and I blame you for that because you are the only thing on my mind every instant of every day and I can’t really think straight if we’re being honest here. I write way too much but I do so because all the powerful feelings you give me turn me into a poetic hopeless romantic, and because it’s a way of having you right here with me when you can’t be physically present. (You do not understand how much I miss you right now, by the way.) You will always live in these sappy amalgamations of words that I call writing, and I desperately wish that you get at least the slightest idea of how madly I am in love with you.
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chroniclover · 4 years
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The thing is that I encapsulate a fire so intense it burns away fervently at the flesh and bones straining to contain it. I could never picture myself without this disposition—being subordinated to the instrument of my unbridled passion and never having met repose. When I stubbornly believed that what I felt was impervious to restraint, you came and upended me, breaking all the laws of my fervid nature. Your love was a devastatingly calming force, subduing the violent waves of emotion that flooded my soul continually. With your gentle hand, you led me back down to earth and uncovered the beauty in balance. While I will always retain that fire, with the potential of animating my love for you for a lifetime, the watermarks on the walls of my heart from being awash by your outpouring of peace will remain.
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chroniclover · 4 years
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“Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuations and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I’ve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I’ve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.”
— Melissa Broder, from “Life without Longing,” The New York Times (9 February 2019) 
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