Softness, It Seems, Is An Act Of Defiance - A Quiet Revolution.

by nathanaelbillings

Mentally here lol for what seems like has been forever, i picture you here with me though

𝒜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

How does one begin to look, be with, and hear their own heart? I don’t think one can even choose when their heart reminds them of what it yearns for. Nor do I think any real love or connection can ever be ignored or deceived. No matter how much one or I could deafen ears or my conscious. No matter how much I may try to cover my eyes and blind myself with anything you can.

This feeling. This love.

Ergo my heart overflows like a heron’s fountain.

I can hardly feel words will ever do what my heart wishes to communicate. Should I have to spend the next ten years or more searching or learning how to convey my heart I will, should you accept and wish to listen.

As I grow with every new day and mistake, I sit and lay beside my heart. We look to the same horizon hoping to see you and your heart approaching from the distance. There is a calmness, yet anticipation surrounding my heart and I.

If I truly will be allowed to give myself to you and your heart someday, then when that time comes let us speak as one with our hearts as we confess to each other. No matter if we are on opposite sides of this Earth or beside each other.

For I know my heart has the strength to live on and I have the will to befriend you and your heart. With or without shame I hope I never have to do so. I love you so

Taking notes📝

home library so I never have to leave the house 📚

how you get so perfect

You flatter me <3 although I think you should look in a mirror and ask yourself that lol

Such a funny thing how one’s perception of time can be altered so differently by something so applicable and true to me. When i am in your arms the any form of time and space cease to become prevalent

Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle, Vladimir Nabokov

MOOOOOOOOOOD

mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke but life has been very smokable lately

Louise Glück, from Meadowlands; "Departure"

[Text ID: "The night isn't dark; the world is dark. / Stay with me a little longer."]

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