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it is important to cling to wonder btw
many people grow up and forget what it feels like to be a child. we must remember this. we have to remember what a joy it is to play. to learn. to build connections. to grow. to experience. we must hold onto the things that awe us. we are changed by what we love
“I crave so much more than just a physical connection. I crave words and depth. I crave who you are and where you came from, your desires and fears. I yearn to know every inch of you beyond the surface.”
— sweetestramblings
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
Lowkey love the word grasp. There’s a desperation to it. You can never casually grasp something
WE HAVE GOT TO START LOVING THE PROCESS MORE THAN THE PRODUCT AGAIN
“A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
— Robert Frost - from a letter to Louis Untermeyer (1 January 1916)
Don’t give up guys. The birds will sing tomorrow morning too
Update from tomorrow: they sang.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955
non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!
eat delicious things in every sense. savor novels that unravel slowly, like decadent meals for the mind. let sunlight kiss ur skin, bask in its warmth like an endless summer. hold close the people who make you feel alive, kiss them tenderly, love them fiercely. laugh at bad jokes, the kind that make you roll ur eyes but secretly smile. plant basil on your windowsill, water it with care, breathe in its fragrance as you stir it into your meals. be unafraid to indulge in beauty, to notice it everywhere and to consume it greedily. there is no virtue in starving yourself of joy, no wisdom in rationing delight.
women are so gorgeous. round hips. soft skin. beautiful hair. cute noses. always smelling good. god. i need a gf so bad wth
Not to be incredibly vulgar and nasty or anything, but I’d like to close my eyes and rest my head in somebody’s lap while they run their fingers through my hair
Kink: being called "my love"
physical touch isn’t just about sex and kissing as a love language it's more like handholding, laying your head on their lap, putting your legs over their lap, tracing their veins, tucking your feet under their thighs. just touching for touching's sake
I am not a career driven woman. My soul is meant to travel, eat good food, explore nature, and give as much of my love and kindness to fellow humans, animals and the earth as i can.
Making out is so underrated. I wanna sit and kiss and grind up on each other and breathe heavy and let my hands wander
OK, but what if you cuddled up to me in bed and I made a cute little noise and did a little happy wiggle? Ever think about that?
