“I will only let you touch me, if your hands are so full of intention, that every brush of your palms feels like you’re writing a novel on my skin.”
— Azra T., “Braille”
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“I will only let you touch me, if your hands are so full of intention, that every brush of your palms feels like you’re writing a novel on my skin.”
— Azra T., “Braille”
I live for the silent moments in which it almost seems like the world is speaking to you. Showing you the stories of its past, its present, and letting you know your future will one day be shown to someone else. Someone sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window, having the same thoughts as I am right now, and maybe even sharing them with you, just like I am doing right now.
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Do you think you could ever love me the way I love you?
One morning, will I be the first thing on your mind? One night, will you lay awake unable to sleep because you’re thinking of me? One day, could the thought of me leave you restless; could the sight of me leave you breathless. One day, could you ever become as infatuated with me as I am with you?
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Was my heart always too big for you to hold?
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I’ve only ever read of them in books.
The obsessed and addicted kind. Not the crazy kind, but the kind that knows nothing else than worshipping the ground you walk on. The kind of man that cannot breathe without kissing you at least once a day. The kind that lives to see you smile. The kind that burns just from pleasuring you.
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To feel your lips on my skin ignites me, but to feel the tremors your words drive throughout me completely incinerates me.
There is no place I rather be than trapped in your arms while you whisper sweet, loving, filthy nothings into my ear.
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Sometimes I wonder if you would be better without me. Sometimes my tendency to explode when I’m hurt gets the best of me, and both of us just end up hurt.
Sometimes I can’t help but think if someone out there could treat you better than I ever could. Could they make you happier, laugh louder, or smile wider?
Could I ever be that someone?
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He makes life worth falling in love with again.
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Sometimes, so many feelings cluster up inside me; I don’t know how to dispose of them. They pile on top of my chest.
One atop of the other until I can’t remember how to breathe any longer. Peace becomes an unknown concept that my frustrated heart cannot comprehend.
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At first I was hurt and upset, but now I understand that you were simply never taught how to love gently.
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When we’re apart, my chest aches and pains for the warmth of your skin. The gentle reassurance of your arms around me telling me you love me without having to speak a word. I long for the moments I know without a doubt that your every inhale and exhale, every stolen glimpse and adoring stare are completely and solely mine.
I await with an anxious heart for you to come back to me and soothe it with your love. When will the day come that you never have to leave my arms?
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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Emily Fowler Ford, featured in The Letters of Emily Dickinson
“In this very moment I decide that Peter and I will be the relationship equivalent of a brisket. Slow and low. We will heat up for each other over time.”
-Lara Jean Covey
She walked amongst the burning petals, ashy grey fumes swirling around her. The blood red of the roses curled and shriveled into black crisps. As she looked around, lighter in hand, she wondered how this all came to be.
She couldn’t recall how it was that she first began to crumble.
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I want a love so tender and absolute it feels like my heart is burning from the inside out.
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Books have been the greatest gifts I could ever ask for.
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