such sweet nothing

[love]

[wnq-writers]

Have I ever told you that you are my favorite story I keep on telling everyone? Your name always slips out of my mouth like honey and sounds like a soft melody that never fails to calm me. I always try to turn you into poetry but no matter how eloquent and well written it is, it will never come close in capturing the essence of you. And even if I did, I know you will only read it and think of someone else. No matter how I mask this tragedy with metaphors, the reality will always set in: even if the sun has set and risen numerous times, you will never learn to love me.

a-confusedwriter // writing prompt #46: Write about unrequited love (via wnq-writers)

[sparkyydog]

[lovemakesyouwonder]

[lovemakesyouwonder]

 18+

[kissedbythevoid]

[wordsnquotes]

I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies.

Eric Shaw (via wordsnquotes)

[thebuddhistmind]

If possible, you should help others. If that is not possible, at least you should do no harm.

Dalai Lama (via thebuddhistmind)

[mikemccanna]

[find-yourfire-deactivated202112]

Not every girl is made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Some girls are made of adventure, fine beer, brains and no fear.

I just really loved this. (via find-yourfire)

[kushandwizdom]

🌟

[between-letters]

[aubs-of-steel-deactivated201708]

[lilith-of-stardust]

Not to be corny but do u ever get hit with a wave of love so comfortable and deep that u feel like uve already loved this person for thousands of years

[jnl-b]

I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’ I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on ‘just hold me for a while it’s been a hard day.’ I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair teeth nibbling nails neck craning, eye glazing ‘this paperwork never ends’ I want your Thursday night drinks for two bones unbind muscles let loose flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’ I want your finally Friday stretch soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes fingers unfurl, hand extends ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’ I want your weekend. your movie marathon Saturday reading by the fireplace kissing in the blankets want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes white sheets, tender skin hair like the Fourth of July ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’ I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.

yet unknown writer

This is the kind of love I want to find one day.

(found it on Berlin-artparasites –someone pls find me the author of this quote)

[aubs-of-steel-deactivated201708]

[the-empath-and-the-intuitive]

Whatever makes you weird is probably your greatest asset.

Joss Whedon (via the-empath-and-the-intuitive)

[hotdiggitydogblog]