If I am the rain, then he is the ground that holds me when I fall ❤️
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@shadesofvalrose
If I am the rain, then he is the ground that holds me when I fall ❤️
I paint 💜
Love, with you feels like blooming.
As if the final frost is gone and a flower can finally relax and stretch into the light.
🌹✨️
-versesofourhearts
Sometimes, the most beautiful part of life, is living it.
I know the world is better for his existence. My world is certainly better. So no matter where he is, I just want him to be happy, even if that's not with me ~ ♡
Would you Still Love me?
Would you still love me, if you saw me lazy? If you saw me dirty?
Would you still love me when my seasons change, and my hair turns grey?
Would you still love me if I were skinny, or fat?
Would you still love me when I'm loud?
Would you still love me quiet?
Would you still love me if I messed up, or got your order wrong?
Would you still love me if I made a mess? For I am, but a klutz.
Would you still love my wrinkles, or double-chin? My belly fat that hangs, and my fingers that are stubby?
Would you love me always?
Would you love me smart?
Would you love me dumb?
Would you love me angry?
Would you love me sad?
Would you love me when I am full of life, and still love me when I feel nothing inside?
Would you still love me, if I crossed a line? Or if, I drew that line?
Would you still love me, just being me?
If 'no', then...
It wasn't love.
HEARTBREAKING: Poor girl has to get out of the soft warm bed even though she is so so so so comfy
With the right ones you start loving yourself a little more everyday.
And I do 🌹
imagine falling in love and it works out for the rest of your life
Could you imagine that kind of love?
The intimacy of " I'll learn this for you "
“i read this book because you said i liked it”
"I won't keep food in my house that you can't eat."
That moment when someone remembers those little details about you.
Burn With Me
I want you—soft, rough, unrelenting.
To kiss you until your lips ache,
to bite just enough to hear you whimper.
I want to leave marks, bruises,
trace my hands along every curve of your body.
I want to dominate and make love—
all at once, every inch of you in my hands,
every sigh and tremble drawn from me.
I want to taste what distance tried to starve,
to feel you tremble, arch, collapse
beneath everything we survived to find each other.
I want my soul to bleed into yours,
our bodies burning in unison,
an intensity so vast that all else fades—
until, for a moment,
you know what true fire feels like.
As long as you're in my life, in any way at all, I don't think I'll ever be able to fully give myself to someone else
You had me starving for your love for so long, not even crumbs, just the idea of something that might one day come. And somehow, in that starvation, I got used to the ache. I started finding comfort in it, like it was better than feeling nothing at all
Now even when someone else tries to show me affection, I can't accept it. I've forgotten how. But isn't that a bit unfair? You should've opened the door by now. let me go, or let me in
And the part that really messes with me is... maybe you never even locked me up. Maybe I stayed on my own, waiting outside something that was never going to open
I waited. Oh, how I waited.
Oh, how words elude me.
The harsh muse of pain has fleeted.
No more does agony inspire me.
So, what to do now?
Joyous days ahead, a stark difference.
To bask in the loving glow, and know
That for once all falls silent in bliss.
When you found that person; you both know.