gentle suggestions for gentle folk

gentle/soft/romantic/wistful posts run as a sideblog [24. she/her]

[gentlesuggest]

the leaves are starting to change colour. to browns and oranges and reds. the air is cool and crisp. you take a walk as a light mist settles in and you tuck your hands up into the sleeves of your warm autumn knitwear out of the cold. you feel wide awake but yearn for the comfort of soft pillows and blankets and candles that smell of spices. but you stay outside just a moment longer, to take it all in before the world plunges into the darkness of night.

[gentlesuggest]

they are out there somewhere. the person you love, or will love. it’s all gonna work out fine. just know they are out there.

[bakwaaas]

when I was younger, I used to think true love was tumultuous and intense. but now, I feel like real love is gentle. passionate in a soft, sweet way. not fireworks and drama, but a love that’s like coming home, the breeze on a still summer day. a balm to the aches of the world.

[gentlesuggest]

go to sleep in a fresh pair of pyjamas and clean bedsheets.

[cosmic-storm]

[gentlesuggest]

you wake up early, the sun is just risen and you turn over. it is the most comfortable position you’ve ever been in. with one eye open you check the time and realise you don’t have to be up yet. you fall back to sleep in seconds and dream a dream that makes you feel happy and filled with love.

[gentlesuggest]

it’s early morning, winter, and fresh snow has fallen while you slept. you and a loved one get bundled up in coats and hats and scarves and gloves. all mismatched and warm. hand in hand you both jump into the soft snow, breaking through the smooth, undisturbed surface. it makes a thwumping sound and seems to creak with each step you take. the cold stings at your nose and cheeks, which turn a rosy shade. you both try to build a snowman, and persevere as your hands start to go numb - your gloves thinner than you thought. the snow isn’t quite right, but you pack it down and build a tiny snowman with pebbles for eyes. you name him.

when you return indoors, it is warm and still. you stamp the last of the snow from your boots and let it melt onto the carpet. you pull off all your layers and rush to the radiator. you make hot chocolate and cosy up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, to watch a movie. when you look out the window you can see the little snowman you made. it makes you smile.

[gentlesuggest]

I think of you as I look at the sky and wonder how you are, hoping upon hope that you think of me too.

[gentlesuggest]

rain patters against your window in the late afternoon, you have a warm drink and a book by your side. you are calm and you are okay.

[poisonwasthecure]

A Walk at Dusk (detail) Caspar David Friedrich ca.1830-35

[starlightsuggestion]

starlight has lived within your heart since the moment you were born. it pulls you forward in all things, towards hope. you may rest easy when you rely on it.

[sunlitsuggestions]

you are beloved, the essence of stardust, no matter how muddy your shoes or heavy your heart

[gentlesuggest]

bees buzz around wildflowers that sway in a summer breeze. the grass beneath your feet is bright and green. you run, carefree, feeling light and lazy and wonderful.

[gentlesuggest]

notice those around you who seem to fade into the background, whose voices get drowned out, who are doing their own thing without the support of others. be that support. give them a smile of encouragement. listen when no one else does. notice the little things that make them worthwhile. let them feel their worth.

[gentlesuggest]

concept: it is early evening during the change to summer, it’s warm enough to be out but just cold enough for a jacket or warm cardigan. you’re sat outside, the sun is setting and the sky takes on a pinkish hue. two birds fly silently overhead and you think about a person you love or have loved once. a pet who loves you now comes over to you. you smile and fuss them. you have no worries and the moon is already out.