breathtaking

[breathlesssuggestions-blog]

i don’t know if i want you to bruise me, or if a glance would make me cry. but i do know that i want to be the gentlest thing you’ve ever felt.

[lucifericsuggestion]

I don’t want to love again. God, I don’t want to love again. I can’t bear the feeling of another single golden talon, tipped in ruby, grazing the inside of my ribcage and letting me bleed light over the ruptures of my soul and organs. I don’t want that kind of hope again, not after you. Not without you.

[breathlesssuggestions-blog]

and i want damp sighs and tenderness / a kind of ache / a kind of longing

sweetness caught up in a body / a touch, spilling / and the overflow

you’re so vulnerable / you’re so pretty

[breathlesssuggestions-blog]

we’re all olivias

[breathlesssuggestions-blog]

seeing a girl. any girl.

[breathlesssuggestions-blog]

my heart feels swollen with water / i have something like a sunrise in my mouth

[lucifericsuggestion]

laying sprawled on an altar, littered with cuts that ooze ambrosia and honey. my legs are parted as the men around me fight to partake in my purity.

[powerfullypositive]

Reblog if you’re a safe suggestion blog for aces and aros

In light of the aphobia @pridefulsuggestion is having to deal with, I want to compile a group of suggestion blogs that are safe for a-spec people

You’re all valid and important, regardless of your orientation

[breathlesssuggestions-deactivat]

i hope i make you feel gorgeous and perfect too. i hope! i hope i make you laugh sometimes, and that your chest explodes just a little when you think about me, because you can’t believe it! you just can’t believe it! that’s what you’re doing to me.

[narcissisticsuggestions]

mirrors & ponds don’t show me everything you see in me ; your color-dazed words are what i need now - and for that , you are my gift from god{s}

[breathlesssuggestions-blog]

but you gave me the color! and the heartbeat in my hands, and the river water in my head. i try to let you have the bits i don’t stuff inside myself; to press your soul into your hands so you can feel what it’s really like. but that might just be an excuse to hold your hands at all.

[narcissisticsuggestions]

digging ebony nails into shoulder blades echoing with mind-absent wings prepped , tensed & spread for the spotlights im tearing at a glamoured throat - i’ll pummel ill harp chords until i cry heartgold for you

[breathlesssuggestions-blog]

i can’t breathe i’m tight and i can’t breathe and you are so much better than i am

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you don’t give me butterflies. you set me alight and i can feel moths come to me, in the spaces between my parts, between my fingers, my lips, my bones. i’m glowing.

[wlwsupport]

kiss me til i can't breathe

[weirdsuggestion]

bothersome feelings: a night start girls who claim to be at one with nature boys who claim to be at one with you the fractured ego of an ex-lover distortions that make your eyes hurt absolute silence. absolute

[boykeats]

dictionary poem xiv by keaton michael

antimatterprince thanks for the word choice!

[cloudiestsuggestion-deactivated]

breathlesssuggestions replied to your post “( also, i’ve seen other sblogs doing similar things, so if y’all are…”

!! maybe, ah, the word ‘aubade!’ i always liked that. o’)

You’re not sure what to call this feeling; a dozen, two dozen, fifty words flipping through your mind without even a close fit. You try to think of an analogy instead.

It’s like watching the sun set over the ocean mid summer from towels and blankets spread haphazardly on the sand. It’s raucous laughter over stories told by the bonfire. It’s breathlessness and sparkling eyes and grins that make your cheeks hurt.

No, you think. It’s like stargazing in early, early morning far away from city lights. It’s being huddled together in the back of a pickup with drinks you’re not supposed to have as you each clumsily gesture towards the points of light above you. It’s hushed whispers and giggle-snorts.

No. No, it’s definitely not that. It’s like…

It’s like every feeling you can’t put into words. It’s talking about everything and nothing. It’s knowing what the other means without having to say it, but making them say it anyway because you want to hear it. It’s the chirp of crickets at night and gazing up at the same moon from so far apart. 

It’s a melody you can’t quite hear, yet can’t help but listen to as the sun is just starting to spread its light over the land.

Aubade. And the word repeats in your head now. Aubade, aubade, aubade.

[breathlesssuggestions-blog]

loving someone so much that you feel your body screams it into every single empty space. people walk away from your hollowed-out hands and teary smile craving honey, for some reason. you could shout it to anyone.

(but they look at you with your heart in your mouth and poured into your faltering and you don’t remember that shouting at all.)