Moonchild @anneryxo - Tumblr Blog

I miss intimacy. The kind of intimacy that fills your entire heart and sends tingles from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The kind of intimacy that you feel deep within your chest, your stomach, the type of intimacy that makes your heart race.

Finding each others hands and slowly but achingly interlocking fingers. The gentle tilt of the head to meet each other’s eyes, the deep breath before the joining of lips.

I miss intimacy. The kind of intimacy you can still taste, feel and crave after you have it.

4ambored

Maybe it’s the rain, maybe it’s being alone, maybe it’s because I’ve hurt so much...

Tonight was hard. I feel so broken inside and my heart aches in a way that it’s never ached.

I wish you were here, I wish I was there. You don’t know me yet and I’m just holding onto the fact that one day you will.

How can you love someone from afar? How can you love someone you don’t know? How can you love someone that doesn’t know you?

I soul you. My love for you knows no bounds and I would do everything and anything in my power to protect it. I love you beyond anything I’ve ever experienced or can even comprehend. It’s outworldly and non-existent in this lifetime. It outlasts infinity and grows stronger by the nanosecond. I want you in every lifetime and I will continue to find you, in the depths of the world and out. We vibrate in all the same ways and it’s magnetic... I fucking love you with every fiber of my being.

#KNJ #Moonchild

How naïve I was...

to believe that love was enough.

gryffindorglamour

enlightenedreader

Forever?

I fear that one day I’ll wake up and you won’t be there anymore. Whether it’s because you were stripped away or because you walked away. I fear that forever isn’t in our cards because you were too selfish or because I pushed too hard.

You say that you’ve changed, but I’ve heard that one too many times before. Am I ever going to forgive you? Will I ever let go of the past? Can I trust you again?

I feel lost.

She was tiny but mighty and no one was going to stand in her way. Balled up fists, backpack stuffed with clothes and an armored heart waiting to prove them wrong. She would survive.

ravenclawreign

theprocast

The wind knows me. It caresses my face and sweeps me off my feet. It softly listens and calms me. The wind knows me and comforts me when no one else will, when no one else is able to.

E.M. (via theprocast)

imagination

Her (2013)

Sometimes I feel like books and writing are all I have. Not in a depressing, I'm lonely way, but as in, they are my only true outlets. There are too many things to be upset about and I'm choosing to be grateful for my moments away from reality.