the girl with the 🍓 tattoo

"Forgive me Father for I have pinged”

[warmfigure]

[1anonyymous1]

if i had a wife i would protect her in every videogame we played

[seductively-venomous]

Home

Before you,

love arrived as lessons.

Someone taught me

that first love could be gentle,

even when two young hearts

did not yet know how to hold each other properly.

Someone else taught me

how love can exist beside chaos,

how sometimes you cling to warmth

even while watching it slowly burn itself away.

From them,

I learned heartbreak,

uncertainty,

grief that lingers in ordinary places.

But then there was you.

And somehow,

everything before you

started making sense.

Because where I once questioned my worth,

you reassured it.

Where I once felt temporary,

you made me feel chosen.

You are not a storm I survived,

not a lesson I had to recover from.

You are the quiet after years of noise.

The safe place.

The answered prayer I did not know

my heart had been whispering for.

And how lucky am I

to experience a love like ours?

A love that feels steady,

honest,

soft in all the places

life once made me harden.

Thank you

for loving every version of me—

even the girl shaped by people

who could not stay.

Because somehow,

every road that hurt me

still led me to you.

I can’t wait to say “I do”

[seductively-venomous]

My 2nd love & a borrowed family

You loved me

in the way tired streetlights love the rain—

flickering, warm at times,

but never steady enough

to guide me home.

You were kind.

The type of kind

that kissed my forehead gently

after nights that tasted like smoke and regret.

But loving you

felt like standing beside an ocean

I could never fully trust not to drown me.

Because no matter how softly you held me,

there was always something else

pulling harder at your heart—

the drugs,

the alcohol,

the constant search for escape from your own skin

that swallowed pieces of you

I could never reach.

And still,

I stayed longer than I should have.

Not only because of you,

but because your family

wrapped their arms around wounds

my own blood turned away from.

When my world felt cold,

your home gave me warmth.

Your mother’s kindness,

the laughter around crowded tables,

the feeling of being wanted

without having to beg for it—

that part broke me the most to leave.

Because losing you

also meant losing the people

who loved me

when I did not feel lovable.

And maybe that is the cruel thing about certain endings—

sometimes the person you let go of

is not the only thing you grieve.

[seductively-venomous]

First hands

You,

my first experience of loving another soul.

We were young in the way

storms are young—

reckless, loud,

still learning what damage meant.

And God,

there were moments between us

that left bruises beneath the skin of memory,

moments neither of us knew

how to carry properly.

But even now,

when time has softened your name in my mouth,

I cannot hate the fact

that it was you.

Because before the heartbreak,

before we learned how easily love

can slip through trembling hands,

you were gentle with me.

You held my inexperience

like it was something delicate,

not something to laugh at.

And maybe that is why

a part of me will always speak of you softly.

Not because we were perfect,

but because in a world

where first loves often arrive like fire,

you arrived like careful hands

trying not to break me.

[taylornprice]

california butterflies!

[plushie-princess-deactivated201]

[unsolvedaesthetic]

[seductively-venomous]

To my late patient, D.P….

He spoke to me in the language of twilight — where truth softens and souls forget their armor.

In his stories, I glimpsed whole galaxies of a life half-faded yet fiercely remembered.

And when his breath became silence, the room did not empty — it lingered, heavy with all the words we’d traded between the living and the leaving.

I held his hand, not to keep him here, but to thank him for letting me see him — unguarded, unafraid, achingly human.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

[ohxxlapetitemort]

It's fine to look your age btw and people in their 30's aren't elderly and decrepit

[sulfatto-deactivated20250905]

[weepingwitch]

it actually feels good as fuck to tilt your head at a slight angle when you don't understand something. the animals were right

[seductively-venomous]

He moves through my life like sunlight refracted through cathedral glass- gentle, yet profoundly alchemical, transforming the remnants of who I was into something luminous.

Where others have carved echos into the wall of my heart, he leaves reverberations of calm symphonies instead of scars.

In his steadiness, I am unlearning survival and rediscovering grace- understanding that love, in its truest form, does not demand diminishment but cultivates expansion.

With him, I am reminded that love was never meant to consume… it was meant to ✨ illuminate ✨

[adventurrin]

[sunfortune]

[bled]

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