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16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
I knew I was in love when I found a way to bring you up in every conversation.
to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
THE HUNTSMAN: WINTER'S WAR 2016 ― Dir. Cedric Nicolas-Troyan
wanna cuddle nude and nuzzle my face into their neck and kiss them softly and revel in the feeling of skin on skin and doze off together with our hearts beating in sync
there was a moment - still, golden.. when her skin met mine and my mind fell silent. this wasn’t just desire. it was something older, deeper. like my soul, who had been waiting lifetimes, had found its home.
she looked at me like I belonged, and I melted into her as if I always had. tasting her, touching her, felt like being handed the language of the stars.
there aren’t words for what it felt like to touch her like that. to be inside her, to taste the kind of beauty that ruins you in the best way; soft, wild, holy. like poetry with a pulse. she is raw beauty, quiet fire, a universe I want to spend forever unfolding.
and I can’t wait to place my promise on her finger.
Upgraded (2024) Dir. Carlson Young
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
