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[ballaad]

we made love under our own stars, creating constellations with our touches and aligning ourselves in each others orbits

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[ballaad]

each night i spread my fingers longingly across the sheets, waiting for you to reach them. i sometimes think of them as vines searching for   water across the river rocks, only to fall short of the stream by a few,   heartbreaking inches. i haven't stopped hoping that you will wrap your arms around my waist in the dead of night, or your lips softly kissing my neck or cheek while i am asleep. even though you are a hundred miles away and the closest i can get to feeling you are near is when you appear in my dreams and in my thoughts, i know that our love is like a compass, and we're getting closer every day.

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[vodkoh]

- via ballaad and vodkoh

[ballaad]

i read poetry in your eyes - the gentle love words float from your seafoam blue eyes and into my my healing heart, and i can read your words wherever i go, as long as you love me, forever i'm yours.

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[ballaad]

you're the boy people write books about - long ones with nighttime lovers, beach tents on warm sand, hiking in distant mountains and i'm sorry. i can't write those books for you. you didn't fall in love with a writer, you fell in love with a mess.

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[ballaad]

he asked me what he smelled like because i told him i missed it, and i swear that might have been the most difficult question i've ever been asked because i know i could write books and books about it - about how every time i press my lips against his back while he cooks, or when we're in bed together, or when i smell fresh air and see hammocks under the stars and hear soft guitar music that plays our favorite love songs, or how it feels to feel your hands everywhere, and how i can still feel the chills even now and how your smell makes me remember every time your hand felt for mine while we walked cobbled streets in the dark after listening to music for hours, and how much i miss the eerie scent of home

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[ballaad]

my body has developed an ache that seems eternal without your touch the sound of your voice and the sound that canvas strings make when your fingers graze them are my only reprieve from the torturous distance between us

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[ballaad]

i have realized quickly that one of the most devastating feelings is loneliness

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[ballaad]

teach me where each constellation touches their lover so i can learn the secrets of the stars

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[ballaad]

i want to wake up where you are. i want to experience mornings with you and give you kisses before you're awake - i want your heart to curl when you feel the steam of my shower float from the crack in the bathroom door, and i want to feel you long to join me. i want to make breakfast with you. i want to sneak up on you while you pour orange juice, and laugh as you spill a few drops onto the counter. i want to sit with you while we talk about our days, and i want to feel your hand graze my side as i walk to put the dishes away. i am greedy and i want all of these little things, even though you're miles away and i'm stuck right here

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[ballaad]

i've been listening to our favorite song for hours now. i keep looking at my phone and expecting it to light up with an i miss you, or an i wish you were here, but the screen doesn't blink. i know it's late, but i've never missed you as much as i do in this moment. maybe it's because i feel so close to losing you. or maybe it's because it's 4 am and my bed is empty. your arms are miles away and not wrapped around me - i don't feel the warmth of your hands on my side, or your fingers lazily stroking circles onto my hip-bones. the peak of your blond hair is sadly not peeping out from under my sheets, and i miss seeing the gold. i pray for these things to happen every night, but i still wake up alone in the morning.

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[ballaad]

i hate that love makes you so dependent on one other person. the one you love is literally a god, and loving them is a religion. simple love words are like prayers, and without them you are completely pathless, wonderless, and hopeless. it physically hurts to admit that sole dependence on one other human for support, love, and companionship is a necessity for me. isn’t it everyone’s desire to be independent? doesn’t everyone want to be independently strong, and hardly reliant on any one person in this world for strength? 
you see, that is what i believe that everyone desires. everyone desires independence, but not one human can thrive and survive on it. it is no longer possible to be an atheist.

midnight thoughts (via ballaad)

[ballaad]

in the past year, i have learned that you cannot be fixed by the same person who broke you. many times, i felt that i was whole again. and in some cases, i could have been. but looking back, i have realized that you only broke the pieces as i tried to put them back

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[ballaad]

i knelt in the garden and let my tears water the flowers. i felt the soil almost melt through my fingers, and watched the dewdrop tears slide off the petals. despite my tears, i felt happy that i helped the flowers grow.

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[ballaad]

we stood in misty fields and sank into them - we sang love words to each other under quiet breath; only i could hear you speak slowly and longingly. it is not often that you can feel love coming from someones hands - but when yours touched mine, the feeling became infinitely held between us. this is how it feels to fall in love slowly

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[ballaad]

letter no.1 - love, i worry constantly, even about the little things that are trivial and most likely mean nothing to most people but they mean everything to me and i hate that about myself i word every sentence carefully, especially with you, for i worry that i shall sound too young for you and i want to share my thoughts and feelings and hopes and dreams with you always always but i worry that my juvenile thoughts will annoy you and i want to take risks because that is what love is, love is full of risk but that's why it is so rewarding and wonderful and bright but i'm young and i've made mistakes that i regret and i'm afraid of revealing them i worry that i'm too much too soon for almost everyone, i try to stay quiet and look away when i'm afraid or upset but i know it only makes me cry harder i've learned that when hearts break they don't shatter, they unravel piece by piece, and i know it hurts even more to stitch it back up because i have, time after time, and it's been a year since i've felt the pain of heartbreak and i'm still not finished healing so be patient love, i'm going as fast as i can i've been told i'm only honest in the dark and i find that i lie more than i should but i'm fixing and working and hurting and loving and trying and worrying and when i'm with you i tread on air and i'm free and it is so so lovely to be with a person who understands what freedom should feel like thank you for loving and accepting me and listening to music with me and laying in fields while goats eat your clothes and smiling and laughing and holding my hand when you know i need it and being real and open and being so honest and lovely, you mean the world to me and my heart is open and healing and it is yours xx m

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[ballaad]

let your lips tread lightly, as a bird would on moss

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