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VENMO // SPOTFUND // CASHAPP // STRIPE
these days i am in a different
kind of love. the kind that does not announce itself so
loudly. the kind that is less of an exploding star
in the chest and
more of a warm caress from gravity. the kind that
stands in the kitchen and invites you to eat bread
smothered in oil covered in pink salt straight
from its hands. the kind that
brushes the eyelash from your cheek and says make a wish
that says come in and warm up before you go the kind
that keeps you standing in the kitchen for hours eating
bread smothered in oil laughing yourself to
death while it makes a big pot of soup. you stand
in the kitchen and laugh so much you forget to call the
cab. you forget to go home because you
don’t need to because you are
already there.
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Beautifully expressed. Everyone knows and recognises this kind of love, but there is nowhere near enough of it, and the reminder itself is nourishing