he's just a man... hit him with your carriage
- my friend watching bridgerton for the first time
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I begin to feel a new tenderness toward you, very raw and unfamiliar, like what I remember of love when I was young—
Louise Glück, “Crossroads" from A Village Life: Poems
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My poor fading ember,
I ask the universe to look after you, for the Spring breeze to keep you burning until you are fed the nurturing you deserve and can burn bright once more.
You know that I would gently pick your coals from the ash, ignore the burning flesh of my palms as I raise them to my lips, and breathe my own life back into you. Down to my last, shallow breath if that is what it took.
What is love in darkness? What am I without you?
I would return you to the sun myself to refuel your essence, so long as you might become unwavering again.
Sincerely, desperately,
Your cold, shivering girl
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Hey,
Our souls keep missing each other.
Soon, they'll meet up and synchronize.
-E.S.
Tues, April. 23rd / 2024
5:36a.m.
@sunkissed-summerdaze
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Years ago. Countless kisses ago.
The mermaid stared at the gentle purple paper with the deep sanguine ink written in looping script, a letter, mostly in Dryadic, a few sentences befriending the language of Mer, but not quite there, not quite yet. The window to learning is open, clearly, there is significant effort and edits, most adorably.
“She signs her first letter to me ‘Your Will-o-Wisp’?” the mermaid proclaimed to the moon and seas and all creation!
“How do I be normal about this tenderness?!” she cried aloud, her heart beating rapidly as she clutched this new treasure to her chest.
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When a physicist falls in love :)
Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.
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Unknown, Love Token for Sarah Newlin, with Envelope, 1799
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Green Love Letter by Masa-San, Fujino, Kanagawa, Japan
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My dearest flickering Flame,
I find myself alone, 4 a.m, writing you another apology. For I am never finished. And I have broken a promise.
You see, it is already Monday, it came so soon! And I had said I would have more for you. But you see, I have been caught up in you once again and the days they surpass me, time eludes me, escapes me - as I find a shelter within you, for the duration of the last week.
I will finish what I started for you and I hope as much as you do it may come along soon. There are other matters to attend to, though, that have left me unbelievably mad. And what can one do with mad?
I am not certain. I have spent my entire existence with a rage, born with it, and have yet to find any good for it.
All I do know, is it is not for you. I must rid myself of these feelings before I can return to my promises.
I understand I have already broken them. But the day is young, yet. The sun hasn't even begun to light the horizon. Perhaps I can clear my mind and be okay before the night time. We shall hope and see.
Sincerely, with guilt,
Your broken and violent girl
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