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creatingnikki · 3 months
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falling in love.
there are not many people I come across that impress me. few that amuse me.
amusement may spark an interest. but it takes so much more to brew love.
tonight I don't crave being loved. tonight I crave falling in love. and you know, you know there was not much I knew when I was fourteen but I knew one thing right — you cannot fall in love, the true kind of love, if in that equation you are not loved back.
love is energy. that energy is an exchange. it is not one sided. not the love you know soul-deep.
and tonight that's the love I crave. the man I will fall in love. whose existence will make my heart happy, my soul calm, and my mind eleated.
yes, that's what I crave. falling in love.
it's equal in its presence, in its intensity, in its gentleness. it's the meeting of two souls. that's what the spark is. and when those two souls stay? that's what the spark evolves into — true love.
I've felt the spark one too many times but it always flickered too soon and extinguished if I was lucky or charred everything around me if I was not.
when did the spark get to evolve fully? never, not once.
but now that is what I want. the evolution of the spark. the stability of love. the surety. the equality of love. the meeting of two souls. the building and nurturing of a language of the two souls; a universe only they know and in the presence of which they glow with peace and contentment.
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midwestdyke · 6 months
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Snoopy + What I Want - prints available in the link
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om-is-ok · 1 year
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For me cooking together is the highest form of love language.
You can sit on the counter and talk about anything you want and I'll listen to you as I cook for both of us. Or if you want, you can help me out.
Let's play our favorite songs in the background as we dance in the kitchen.
I'll feed you with my hands.
You can be clingy and hug me from behind if you like. I'll do the same if you don't mind.
If you tell me to I'll tuck your hair behind your ear or help you tie your hair.
I can wipe your hands after you wash them.
I can peel fruits for you while we wait for our food to get ready.
I'll tell you about my day as we eat.
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sundus-96 · 11 days
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belyyv0lk · 11 months
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I'd die for them.
Bonus.
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gale-gentlepenguin · 10 months
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Adrien: Everyone keeps telling me how my story is supposed to go. Nah, Imma do my own thing
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femninedelusions · 7 months
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Thinking about this photo of Katie 24/7 gay panicking omg
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weepingpeachdragon · 5 months
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The more I watch the more certain I get, there is absolutely no way our Morgana became that way naturally. I have brought up the theory that the same thing as what happened to Gwen happened to Morgana during that year she was gone. Rewatching now, the words she says to Merlin as she plants the Fomorrah in him also sounds awfully a lot like subtext—
“It will suck the life force out of you and everthing that makes you you will be gone, and in it’s place there will only be one thought. One thought who will grow until it consumes you completely. One thought who will be your life’s work. You will not be able to rest until it’s done.”
Fomorrah, or Madrakes, or something else entirely. Forget a season 6, I have already accepted our Merlin as the worst possible time line, with all fanfics showing all the other better ones. What I really want is a movie, season, or even entire show— from Morgana’s perspective.
To finally find out what made our kindhearted righteous hero into someone who would fire on the very innocent people she always spoke out for to protect. There is nothing more I could ask for.
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wendigo-wifey · 2 years
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wtfjd95 · 3 months
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Is a thing I've seen on Tiktok but can't be bothered to post it there so I'm putting it here.
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creatingnikki · 9 months
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I'm doing all of this adulting right. I'm filing my taxes and I am paying bills and I am becoming fluent in corporate speak and I am not saying what I really feel. I am speaking to doctors for my parents' health issues and I am staying away from old lovers and new vices the best I can. I am doing all this. I'm trying to be rational and realistic and cancel my subscription to delulu land. But tonight...tonight I feel like a child who is crying simply because they want something they can't have.
What do I want?
I want you. More precisely I want to feel the peace I felt when I was with you. That summer night in mid July when I was drunk and high but still so very sober, lying next to you giggling, speaking softly. The way you held me. The way you asked me to stay a while and rest. The comfort and safety and peace I felt in those few moments, I haven't felt that in a really long time in the company of another human. I want more of that. I thought we would have more of that. If nothing else.
I was okay with it being so very lowkey that we only met during late evenings and chilled in your dim lit living room talking about art and books and how there are only really limited plot devices with you trying to scan your book collection to find me this particular book. I was okay with you not loving me as long as you were soft towards me and as long as you held me like that. I was okay with not naming this thing anything, throwing away all labels, as long as our eyes kept talking and we kept smiling in each other's presence.
But it seems like you don't need me. You don't need me to feel anything. Your peace is yours. Your comfort and your safety and your intimacy. You have plenty of sources for that. Your life is abundant. Whole. And you know I am happy about that. I love that for you. So, then, instead of needing me, can't you want me?
What can I do to make you want me?
If I stick to all the rational and reason of adulting I know the question to ask isn't that. The question to ask is how can I make my life abundant with peace and comfort and a sense of safety and calm? But until I don't find the answer, can't I come and lay my head on your chest and smell the detergent on your shirt as you hold me close and make it all feel okay? Can't I? Is that really so much to ask?
Can I?
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daaxolotlartist · 8 days
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Hehehe I made this inspired by this song \/
I don't have a name from them but uh feel free to leave names in the reblogs or comets
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stephpanda · 4 months
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Pls 🥹
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om-is-ok · 1 year
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Where's my "aao sar daba du" girlfriend?
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malencholic-nyx · 11 months
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Oh, this longing,
This emptiness so profound!!
What am I missing?
What cannot be found?
Lost in the labyrinth of life's endless maze,
Searching for purpose,
In this confusing phase
Uncertainty engulfs,
Like a tempest's fierce gale
Whispers of confusion,
An inner turmoil's tale
Drifting through existence,
Adrift in the tide..
The path ahead obscured,
Shrouded in misty haze,
Choices abound,
Yet my heart remains in a daze.
What do I want?
What do I truly desire?
Answers elude me,
Like stars in the night's attire.
Oh, weariness consumes me,
My spirit grows weak,
Weary of masks worn,
Of pretending to be Lamblike .
No one captures my heart,
No one ignites the flame,
Yet solitude weighs heavy,
As I bear my name..
(Lost Within the Shadows) by –Nyx
Obscured‐ not discovered or known about; uncertain
Shrouded‐ covered
Elude- to avoid or escape by being quick, skillful, or tricky
Lamblike- gentle
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eeternalferret · 23 days
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I like to think Mac listens to MUNA at the gay bar
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What I Want — MUNA
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