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Something tells me I'm going to love you forever.

Truly is pleasantly odd how ever clear it is the room that will eternally and effortlessly exist in my heart for you

i’ll never not be in love with you

Have always thought about this ever since i heard and related to the term “introvert” its nice to read and see others opinions that make me feel so reassured. Hope this energy and wisdom continues spreading as time goes on

You think you're an introvert because you like being alone, but maybe it's not about solitude. Maybe it's about peace. Maybe it's the quiet you've fought so hard to protect. Maybe it's the safety of your own company, after being around too many people who made you feel like too much or not enough. You smile differently around people who bring you calm. You speak more. You laugh louder. You come alive in rooms where your soul doesn't shrink. You're not afraid of connection. You're just tired of surviving it. So don't confuse your boundaries with isolation. Don't confuse your quiet with disinterest. You're not closed off. You're just waiting for someone who feels like home, not a battlefield.

by nathanaelbillings

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P.D. Mood boards aren't back, but I've got some queued because I was stressed and needed a release...

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P.D. As a continuation of this post...

Louise Glück, from Meadowlands; "Departure"

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

Thoughts

Nothing more true

*Mutual reblogs something you posted*

Me: They still like me. Thank God.

— Marguerite Duras, "The Ravishing of Lol Stein," pub. c. 1964 (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

“Solitude and its silence, was the song that taught me to stand in the storms that others fled, so that I could dance in the rain they only longed for.”

— wordsintheattic

Couldn’t be more true in my own opinion and throughout the experiences of my own life

There is a certain kind of pain in holding on too tightly—to people, to dreams, to the past. We convince ourselves that if we grip hard enough, we can stop time, prevent endings, rewrite fate. But life was never meant to be held—it was meant to be felt, like the wind slipping through our fingers, like the tide kissing the shore before retreating into the vast unknown. We mourn what leaves, forgetting that not all departures are tragedies. Some things must end so we can begin again. Some loves are only meant to teach us, not stay. And maybe that is the greatest lesson: to love without possession, to dream without demand, to live without fear of the inevitable goodbye. Because in surrender, we find peace. In letting go, we find freedom. And maybe, just maybe, the things meant for us will find their way back home—not because we held on, but because we finally let them breathe on their own.

Xoxo<3 i will always be yours, do with that whatever you will. Doesn’t change a thing about how i feel, regardless of any logical or hypothetical thoughts or feelings.

I wish I could explain how I felt, because every night before I go to bed you're all I think about.

I wasn't meant for casual love. Your heartbeat will be my favorite song, your eyes my favorite color, your words my favorite poem, and even your imperfections will be my favorite piece of art.

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

— Amal El-Mohtar, from This Is How You Lose the Time War (via lunamonchtuna)

Was your star next to mine ?

Would love to see one like this in person someday

Plant of the Day

Wednesday 12 March 2025

Native to Australia, Acacia dealbata (blue wattle, mimosa, silver wattle) is hardy between -5ºC and 1ºC, it does best in southern and coastal regions of the UK, where winters are milder. Here this fast-growing, evergreen tree, was thriving in a restaurant garden near Deal, Kent, and was covered with almond fragranced, bright yellow flowers and bees. Branches of flowerheads can be used as cut flowers.

Jill Raggett

I think i may have found someone, what a beautiful feeling and comforting thought to ponder upon. I treasure and value your silent presence. It can be a blanket that separates all other physical snd metaphorical worldly things

Well I’m speechless lol

The Rabbit’s Leap

Timid, shaking, eyes dart wide, The rabbit trembles, seeks to hide. Afraid of true rejection’s sting, The kind that leaves you frozen, clinging.

Yet trembling, it steps ahead, Though looking back, its heart is dread. The forest, dark, once felt so near, Now whispers endless paths of fear.

What if this journey leads to none? What if freedom leaves it undone? Chains of wounds still fresh, still raw, The rabbit bleeds, its breath in awe.

Each step forward, growth and pain, Each step back feels cursed again. Its white fur stains with every fall, It hates itself, yet braves it all.

With a fox’s drive and deepened breath, It shakes off nature’s quiet death. The rabbit dares to break its mold, Embrace the new, though weak and cold.

It finds the sun, its warm embrace, And faces nights alone in space. Some would call it prey by name, But not all see it quite the same.

For even sitting still’s a choice, The rabbit runs to find its voice. Time waits for none; it knows this best, Wonderland is a self-made quest.

With wounds still healing, soul still worn, The rabbit hops through paths forlorn. Softly, it speaks of rewards unknown, And lets the past stay overthrown.

Each day’s an adventure, bold and bright, Even for a rabbit afraid of the night. Though fear still lingers after the fall, The rabbit moves, despite it all.

Not necessarily standing up for myself but I found that this helped me remember the inner strength I have that can be forgotten or smothered at times while sailing through the storms of my own thoughts

"Standing up for yourself looks different, each and every time. Sometimes it requires you to be loud, but most times requires silence. An inexactitude of madness, but controlled so effortlessly. It's analyzing the situation, and then recognizing needs. It's what happens in the middle, you may bend but don't you break.. Although the storms can be tiring, you are the pillar of love and strength."

Morgan Manifests xo

I love you, the love I have for you will always be there no matter how much space it may take in my mind or heart or soul. Every second we lock eyes, gaze upon your smile, or savor every second we touch. I know I am closer to the depictions of love, heaven, contentment

if i only ever touch you with our clothes on-

i will still hold you closer than i’ve ever held before

but don’t get me wrong, i have never desired something more than to look into your eyes

touch your face with my hand and hold your cheek, lean in and at last, feel your lips on mine

finally speaking to each other in a way that words cannot

but for now

moonlight shines down on me through the cracks between the blinds and i lie awake

thinking about your body pressed against mine

the thought of bringing you pleasure, i’ve never wanted to give a gift so badly

to be one with you, our bodies intertwined as deeply as our souls

maybe i’m not a good person for thinking about this so much

it seems to be the first place my mind wanders to when it’s not at work, the last place before i fall asleep

and if the universe encourages love, then i hope it’ll let me feel your hands on my body

but if i only ever touch you with our clothes on

i will still be closer with you than ever before

I believe our souls have found each other yet again or maybe even for the first time for all I know. I do not wish to be apart of a lifetime where your soul, mind, or heart is not there. I have fallen without trying yet knowing what I know now I’d fall again and again blissfully with you. I’d wish to be so lucky to meet you in general in every lifetime and share you with the world. Yet I admit my heart’s selfish desire is to keep all of what you are, feel, and wish to be closest to me more so than any other. I acknowledge the inevitable challenges, hardships we may face together or alone. It doesn’t make me sad, depressed, angry, or regret the feelings that grow inside of this heart, the thoughts or wants that this feeling provoke, or even wish to our souls never have met to avoid any challenge that would, have, or will be given to us.

The acceptance I create, make peace with, and try to hold onto relating to the hardships that we will or might face grow after acknowledging every fear or anxiety of losing you, your soul, heart, mind, smile, generosity, presence, companionship, the sight of you and others enjoying each other’s happiness or sorrow. I accept whatever this life is or will be as long as I know you are sharing the same air to breathe, soil to live on, furthermore food and drink.

For you are not just a gift to I nor the world, but most importantly you are a gift you must give and allow yourself to receive. One my first attempts to put into words how lucky the universe, myself and even you should feel when coming to terms with how you are life itself, strength, joy, endearment, enlightenment, care, nobility, awake. You are a gift by your very existence, growth of personality and with every thought or second that passes.

I will be, as well as already am, yours in any capacity measurable. Whether it feels unnoticeable or inescapable

“If it works out between me and you, then let us go and be happy together”- George Kusunoki Miller.

To add to this quote. “If it works out between me and you, then let us go and be happy together. For my mind and soul could leave this body and earth resting filled with content after receiving the gift of ever living, connecting, and meeting your soul, mind, heart, and touch” -Me

And finally I understand, why they call it "falling" in love. It's because, suddenly, you're falling. There's no stopping it, much like there's no stopping gravity. One day I tripped, and fell down this blessed hole, with you.

And I, you Love.

this is how I fell for you.