Wandering Soul

Celestial Cosmic Side Blog: Latibule79

[hazymemoirs]

[aashiquidreams]

A man who understands his own emotions, and makes space to understand mine, isn’t just important to me. It’s incredibly attractive.

[quoteastic]

Energy is such a powerful thing. You can feel when it's on, when it's off, when it shifts and when it's simply not there.

[grilledpeachh]

First, you realize you’re a once in a lifetime woman, then it clicks that it’s never your loss.

[cheshmenoor]

[1anonyymous1]

I love myself enough to let whoever go

[thesirensense]

Your self respect has to be greater than your desire to be loved.

[stuckinapril]

I promise you things will get so much better when you start processing people’s behavior as information rather than a verdict on your self-worth. If someone doesn’t text back, suddenly pulls away, whatever it may be, the solution isn’t to put on a tap dance for them and try to regain their approval. It’s not to crash out on them and try to force them to react a certain way. It’s just to take a step back, take a deep breath, and assess what this tells you. What’s this saying about them? What’s this saying about you??

[becherdireinen]

trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.

[remys-r]

Writers write for themselves first and foremost, so don't judge them for what you didn't like.

[aashiquidreams]

He's been parked in his spot again these past few evenings. Like before. The timing is uncanny, as if he knows something has changed in my life.

This evening he was there again. Two hours, just sitting there. Headlights on, except when he gets out to smoke, then he kills them completely. He's become bolder. He leans against the car and looks up, unhurried, like he has nowhere else to be and nothing to hide. He wants me to notice. He's always wanted me to notice.

The air feels charged again, the way it always does when he's near. That current returning in the space between us, familiar now, after a year of days and nights just like this one.

When I'm outside on my balcony, I can feel his eyes find me before I find him. A slow, familiar tension tightening deep inside me. Neither of us looks away. He knows what he's doing. He's always known. He watches me, and he knows I watch him too.

Neither of us crosses the street. Not yet. Not when we both know what happens the moment one of us does.

[aashiquidreams]

[hottq]

[thoughtkick]

“There’s a difference between loving the idea of someone and loving the person they really are.”

— Unknown

[undinesea]

new and pure, washed by so many tears,

Hélène Picard, from L’Instant Éternel

[askyea-poesy]

The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don't see.

James Baldwin

[eleganceofhersoul]

You can never laugh too much

Or have too many orgasms ....