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A post about romantic relationships
so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.
And its not really like that, at least not to me.
You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.
You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.
Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.
In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep.
Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.
There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together.
You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one.
Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.
But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.
And I love that.
White people judge black people on how “ghetto” our names are but you had the nerve to name your son Dick
But I’m not strong; I’m weak, and I’m tired, and I’m broken. I’ve spent so long trying to pretend I wasn’t, like if I just said I was happy, I’d eventually heal. But it’s like putting a band-aid on a bullet wound.
notentirelyokay (via wordsnquotes)
Sometimes you meet certain people who are really addictive, I mean addictive in a good way, they will make you feel loved, will listen to you in a way that you will feel like you can tell them everything, and they won’t ever judge you, will be kind to you, will be so forgiving, they will make you feel special even when you are nothing, and you will fall for them no matter how hard you try not to, you will start getting addicting to them, you will start missing them, you will start getting jealous of other people that are close to them, and you will start getting selfish, and you won’t tolerate being just friends. And for someone who hasn’t been treated like these people treat you, that’s when you can’t help but fall in love with them, that’s when you become vulnerable, you can’t control yourself around them, and you know they don’t like you the way you like them, then letting go seems impossible. And if you can’t marry them you don’t have any choice but to let them go. You have to distance yourself from them, and believe me its not easy, it hurts, it just constantly hurts.
The cruellest of all ironies is to find somebody you love, somebody you absolutely can not live without. And then having to learn to live without them.
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One day, you and I are gonna wake up and be alright. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day. One day. I promise you.
Fisher Amelie, Callum & Harper (via wordsnquotes)
سورة النحل، آية ١٨ Surat Al-Nahl, verse 18
I lose my breath everytime I see you looking back at me .
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Remember that Raccoon that was crushed by the cruel fate that is cotton candy plus water? Well, there was a happy ending after all!
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I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via aestheticintrovert)
don’t get me wrong I want sex and I want your body on mine and I want to make you moan but more than that I just wanna fall asleep with your arms around me and your hand in mine and not a care in the world
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