#y

I adore you, Chiru. I want to show you in ways words can't express ↗

— Augusta Li

#romance-love #love

Getting involved with a victim was kind of like trying to find love on a reality show...rarely successful. ↗

— Carla Cassidy

#humor #love #love

I think of New York City lost in stars forgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full; ↗

— Gregory Corso

#poet #poetry #love

...love comes from the head and not the heart. Of the entire body, only the head matters. ↗

— Kim Thúy

#head #love #love

If not for love, then what else? ↗

— Skyla Madi

#salvation #skyla-madi #love

You love who you love and that’s who you love. ↗

— Skyla Madi

#salvation #skyla-madi #love

How many times Can you go back to the same spot With love? I never hope to know. We work patiently at our quarrels, Starting them now like love, Deliberately but with elaborate Ease. When they catch We marvel at the blaze, Crowding in close. 'Inexhaustible!' we shout at one another, Happy for the moment. I never hope to know How many times. ↗

— Harvey Shapiro

#love

My Father Still Sleeping After Surgery In spite of himself, my father loved me. In spite of the hands that beat me, in spite of the mouth that kept silent, in spite of the face that turned cruel as a gold Chinese king, he could not control the love that came out of him. The body is monumental, a colossus through which he breathes. His hands crawl over his stomach jerkily as sand crabs on five legs; he makes a fist like the fist of a newborn. ↗

— Toi Derricotte

#love

Is Dust immortal then, I ask'd him, so that we may see it blowing through the Centuries? But as Walter gave no Answer I jested with him further to break his Melancholy humour: What is Dust, Master Pyne? And he reflected a little: It is particles of Matter, no doubt. Then we are all Dust indeed, are we not? And in a feigned Voice he murmered, For Dust thou art and shalt to Dust return. Then he made a Sour face, but only yo laugh the more. ↗

— Peter Ackroyd

#dust #history #london #time #art

[A dog is] a bundle of pure love, gift-wrapped in fur. ↗

— Andrea Lochen

#gift #love #repeat #year #love