sea fairy.

[reticent-suggestions]

i always think about how you remembered something so small about me. i think you're right; you and I do care about each other the same way. its a wonderful feeling. you are my dream

[cethinsuggests]

Before they could fully grasp what love was, it took itself away from them. The person who had been their introduction to this feeling had all in one been their takeaway to heaven and hell. The blissful part of it had been brief compared to the suffering they had to retain. It sucked truthfully, the exasperation of the mere memory. The accumulation and liberation of the truth. They should've seen it coming. Should've seen the end of the relationship but their love poisoned mind had been oblivious to it until it had been reduced to nothing. They were alone again, but unlike last time, they now owned a broken heart.

[cethinsuggests]

The moment that you start picking petals to determine if your love will blossom, the faster will it wither.

[cethinsuggests]

The trail of fairy dust is lonesome and singular, and as I perch on the tree we once promised to get to, I spot your initials carved deeply into the wood. You’ve traveled farther depths than me but I will always be grateful that you taught me how to fly.

[cethinsuggests]

[cethinsuggests]

i miss when i was everything to you. all of our promises to eachother are lost at sea but even so, i lay here searching like a stubborn sailor. did i mean anything to you? how could you throw it all away so easily?

[cethinsuggests]

I'm dangerous and you're a risktaker. It works out.

[indulgentsuggestions]

you’re so precious. you make me believe in magic

[cethinsuggests]

Your eyes are so delicately coated with strokes of green. You are beyond wild and adventurous, the forest's favored person.

[cute-hypothetical-scenarios]

we go out and splash around in the downpour, dancing and laughing until we cry, but our happy tears get washed away by the rain

[fire-the-imagination]

I am Imperial, trapped behind chains of gold and hate filled screams. What can free me?

[the-sea-left]

I am chimerical, encased in a coffin of seawater and half forgotten wishes. What can help me?

[elusive-suggestions]

i am celestial, locked beneath a prison of atmosphere and long faded dreams. What can unbind me?

[cethinsuggests]

I am unfathomable, concealed under the tides of sculpted wings and neglected disbelief of existence. What can unveil me?

[bruised-heartsuggestions]

The feeling off your lips against mine is all I long for.

[cethinsuggests]

The feeling of your warm hands against my frigid skin is all I long for.

[cethinsuggests]

Everytime I come close to learning more about you, you always somehow manage to tear off that page. But I won't give up. Even if it takes time to glue those pieces together I will always be patient for you.

[cethinsuggests]

I’ve been gone for so long, mainly because I’m unavailable to think of things that connect to how I feel…that restrict themselves to ocean/fairy/magic concepts. I hold the ocean and fairies close to my heart but I feel like I can’t describe how i feel because yes, your local edgelord writes these based on my feelings.

Hmm..Should I somehow expand my theme? Any ideas loves? Should I just start a tag for non-theme-suggestions?

[cethinsuggests]

And that’s when I realized that after all this time I was the antagonist.

[cethinsuggests]

One of the many signs of being in love is when you begin to unawarely create bits of your future with them. Almost like flipping through a Disney book. Your own magical fairytale, in that daze not a single page is free from fresh ink.

[cethinsuggests]

My thoughts all slither back to you as I can not tame them, they roam free like the ocean tides. Yet they’ll never reach you as you are too high up to care.