My hope for you is that you can always find a way to swim to the edge of your sadness and not drown in it.
— C.
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My hope for you is that you can always find a way to swim to the edge of your sadness and not drown in it.
— C.
@wordsbycamella
That last sip of red wine never tastes quite as soft as the first. Spilling over your tongue, swirling, breathe it in, tart, with a hint of cherries, and dark chocolate, you drain it immediately. By the end though, it’s just, too much. Empty. Burning. You’re on fire and numb all at the same time. You’re done.
— C.
@wordsbycamella
And I had to peel myself from you, rip myself away from the life we built—the home I kept returning to for three years straight—I so badly wanted it to be you, so badly. But I was pale blue.
The space between the silence and your next breath. That’s where I live. Calm before the chaos. Between the shivers and the bruising.
— C.
My heart hung low with the moon. Tired eyes, gazing at the stars. Deep drags of breath at 3am. Slow unravel – you warmed me. Now it’s just you & the sun.
– C.
You wrap me up in the type of love that’s cosy, and warm. Safe. Like the sound of rain in the early mornings outside our sheets, or a cup of tea on a Sunday afternoon. You feel like home.
— C.
I will love you
over
and over
and over
and over
I have always practiced gratitude, but never felt like I could quite capture the whole picture. Then you came along, and you lit up every room inside my mind. Not only am I grateful for you, but your love opened up all the curtains and let in the sun – you shine on everything that’s good and wholesome, and even on the parts that felt forgotten.
— C.
Falling in love with you
“I wish I never said that” is my go-to phrase because I constantly regret sharing what’s going on in my mind. But I need you to know, for every one thought I share about my anxiety, there’s another thousand similar ones that I’ve had and kept to myself. It’s just plain exhausting being engaged in constant battle with my own mind which is trying to trick me in to believing my worst fears, every day. You don’t know the half of it.
– C
Me planning our future together conflicts with the alienated fears my anxiety feeds me on a daily basis. But I’m growing stronger against them, and although I still need to take it day by day, I do it because I love you, and you love me, and that’s what makes it all worth the fight.
– C.
I had spent so long waiting for you that I almost wasn’t sure you would arrive, or that you were meant to be. Then one day, you were there, and everything has felt whole ever since.
– C.
“It was a privilege to love you, and it was a privilege to let you go. Both helped shape me into the person I have become.”
— (via perrfectly)
Love is building a future with you, day by day, where my heart has a home with yours.
– C.
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