Rachel Unrestricted

I'm a dreamer and a traveler with a sharp tongue. I have an affinity for literature and good company. Tampa Bay Area

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She is the night, not the darkness of the night, but all of the softness and comfort that sleep and dreams provide.

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“The right person at the wrong time” doesn’t exist when you think about her and the impact she has had on your life. She’s the girl who make you believe in things such as fate and soul mates even. She makes you believe in something bigger than yourself. The thing she makes you believe in is called love. Her love is the perfectly imperfect embodiment of the reason why the tide always returns to kiss the shore. Or the reason why the moon is illuminated time after time in the darkness by the sun. They never give up on each other no matter how their paths are separated, they’ll always end up back together, even after all the storms that rage through the skies and the seas. She made me believe our souls were connected before they fell down to Earth as shooting stars. That is why there is a gravitational pull, pulling me in her direction. To throw her away, dismissing her as a wrong time, would be one of your greatest mistakes. She is a timeless soul because she will live forever within you. Prepare for a burning soul within her presence because you’ll feel her fiercely even after she is long gone.

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[wnq-writers]

Don’t just kiss somebody with an open mouth – kiss them with an open heart. A kiss should not be something that you do with your lips, but with the whole of your being. Do not kiss somebody absentmindedly or incidentally, kiss them like you are present; like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. Kiss them with a lingering that seems to last forever because in your heart of hearts you want it to… Kiss like you want this moment to last for eternity. Kiss them with everything that you have and everything that you are; be open, be vulnerable, be receptive but do not under any circumstances hold back. Kiss like you’re dying of thirst and they are the purest water that has ever touched your lips… Kiss in a way they will never forget… with a fire and an intensity that will burn into their memory for the rest of their life. Because that is the difference between a touch of the lips and a kiss… one ends the moment you part… and the other stays with you forever…

Ranata Suzuki | It’s not ‘just a kiss’ (via ranata-suzuki)

[wnq-writers]

It takes someone special to love a person who’s broken; someone who’s willing to look past all the cracks and fault lines to see the person the fragments form in their entirety… It takes someone with patience and a gentle spirit… someone who realizes that broken people may appear sharp and hostile, but are in fact fragile and need to be treated with care… But most of all, it takes someone who’s brave to love a person who’s broken because they will hurt you – even if they don’t mean to… There will be times you will try to hold them but they’ll be too afraid to let you close… Their words will be the weapons they use to push you away and they’ll sting you like splinters get under your skin… But if you are brave enough to try… to try again… to keep trying until you break through those defenses, you will find that a broken person will love you unlike anyone else ever has. Every fractured part of their personality will love you and reflect your love back at you a thousandfold. They’ll make you laugh, they’ll make you cry… they’ll be the biggest roller coaster of emotions you’ll ever know… but they’ll be worth it… so very worth it because their trust is worth its weight in gold… And with every part of themselves they uncover for you comes the knowledge that you are special… that you are their only one… that you are an explorer in an uncharted wilderness seeing a hidden treasure that nobody else has ever gotten close enough to see; that jewel of a smile that shines only for you…

Ranata Suzuki | Loving a broken person  (via ranata-suzuki)

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One minute I didn't even know your name and the next, you were consuming me like a wildfire in a drought.

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Through bone and blood and flesh, our heartbeats synchronize.

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I am not a puzzle with missing pieces waiting to be whole again.

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I looked up at him and when his eyes met mine I knew he was lost to me. My eyes were the ocean and he’d already been swallowed up by the sea and found his way to shore. He stood safe within the warmth of the jungle and I just gently lapped at the sand, long forgotten.

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His head was in my lap and my fingers were in his hair. The blue glow of the television set bathed us in light but we didn’t pay a lick of attention to the scenes playing out on the screen. We were too caught up in the sounds and movements we created. We were a show of our own.

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She was the kind of girl you didn't notice, not in a room full of people. She didn't strive to be in the spotlight and she never would be. No, she was a tiny glimmer you spotted in your peripheral. If you looked at her head on, she vanished, but a sideways glance... Damn did she shimmer like the surface of a lake on a sunny day. You could skip a rock across her surface for hours. Spend all day on her shores, soaking up the sounds of summer. You'd lose yourself in her essence. But you'd never know that in a crowded room.

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I'm the girl you lie down with at night. You whisper false reassurances in my ear. You tell me all the lies I need to hear. I eat them up like most girls eat chocolate. I devour them one by one until I'm so full that I have to force myself to eat another. But they're so sweet, so delicious. Your lies are everything I want you to be.

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I washed your scent from my sheets but I couldn't scrub the memories of you from my skin.

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I read books for the romance because life has taught me it doesn't truly exist.

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My eyes and my mind aren't stupid. It's my heart that's got no brains. It believes what it doesn't see and listens to the lies it's told. My heart buys into all the falsehoods of lust, often mistaking it for love. If only my heart were as wise as my experiences.

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We lay in bed, my body pinned to the mattress beneath his. The heat between us is scorching and I arch up against him with mixed feelings. A pang of something unsavory strikes and my chest tightens. I freeze. He stops kissing my neck. Our blue eyes meet. "Everything okay?" I stare up at him for a moment. I want to say no. I want to tell him that I don't want him to stop, but my mind is running with a fervor. "I can't do this," I say with my hands in his hair. He frowns, confusion evident. "Rachel, what's wrong?" I shake my head, bite the inside of my cheek, and look away. Gently, he grabs my chin and tilts my head back towards his. "Look at me." My eyes are wide when they meet his and I'm suddenly on the verge of tears. I don't know how to tell him that I can't see him anymore. After all, I'd agreed to the whole arrangement from the beginning. I swallow hard. "Rachel..." my name is a whisper that slips from his lips. I feel a tear roll down my face. "I'm sorry," I say almost inaudibly. Using the pad of his thumb, he wipes away my lone tear, "what's going on? What are you sorry for?" I let out a long shaky breath, "I can't do this." He rolls off of me and onto his side so that he can still gaze down at me, "You keep saying that, but what I don't get is why... aren't you having fun? Don't we have a good time together?" I avert my gaze because that's exactly the problem. I like him too much. I pull up the blanket as a newfound selfconciusness takes place. "Rachel, please look at me." I drag my eyes over to his and feel a clenching in my chest. "It's not that I'm not having fun Haven..." "Then what is it?" I shrug. "Don't do that." "Do what?" I feign stupidity. He rolls his eyes, "That." My mouth twists and then I sigh. "I can't do this because I'm so sick and tired of not meaning anything." He tilts his head and watches me pensively. Unable to bear the silence, I ramble on. "I want something real Haven. I don't want to just waste my time having fun. I want something worthwhile. But, that's not what we agreed to. That's not what people our age are looking for. And it hurts. My heart fucking hurts from all the wasted time. It's tired of only trying to semi-invest in people when all I've ever done is give 100% in life. What's the point in only doing something halfhearted?" I fight back the tears and curl my fists into the comforter.

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My heart is like lava. Explosively hot and molten. It is a thing of beauty to behold from a distance. Should one wander too close, the very heat the keeps it pumping scolds and sears. This flaming red thing that beats with wanton abandon within my chest is a dangerous and natural wonder. Without it, growth and life is impossible.

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