[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

bruises, sarah certa

[bakwaaas]

when I was younger, I used to think true love was tumultuous and intense. but now, I feel like real love is gentle. passionate in a soft, sweet way. not fireworks and drama, but a love that’s like coming home, the breeze on a still summer day. a balm to the aches of the world.

[tangerinedream]

this entire blog is simply just a compilation of my soul yearning

[sincerely-emily]

11:07 AM

Just thinking.

I thought you should know, the lack of your presence keeps my mind racing. Thoughts of you, yes – but more so today, thoughts of me.

Thoughts of who I am, what I love, innately. These are thoughts that I’ve always had, since I was a little girl. For the longest time, I assumed my identity was still unwritten – that there was still too much to experience, too much to see, too many people to meet, and too much time alone before ultimately knowing who I am, and what I love.

But, sitting here just thinking… I believe I’ve always known. As a little girl, I grew up in the safest arms. My mother smothered me with affection. Affirmations of love, feeling valued, understood. Always told I was set out to do great things. There were flaws to my Mother’s love, yes. I grew up with a little voice. Before pieces of my life fell apart, I grew up naive; as if the world was delicate and kind. I don’t think I was ever prepared for reality, until reality hit me.

And it was that experience, the experience of warmth, gratitude and overwhelming love; mixed with the harsh cruelness of the world, losing who I saw as my real father, losing the stability of my home, and then losing a friend who had given me comfort throughout all of that – that is what has made me who I am.

Turmoil teaches you. Cruel experiences, teach you. But throughout everything endured, I have and always will be warm, gentle and kind. I will always face adversity with optimism and light. Because that is who I am, innately. I know this life here on earth is so good. So beautiful.

And so, these thoughts have led me to this conclusion – I am open. A soul split right down the middle, and I am vulnerable. I love to love. I love to feel. I love the rawness of others, and allowing flaws to be the one thing that sets a human aside from the next. The flaws, the density, the individuality of a person. That’s what I love.

I promised myself I would never live an ordinary life, that throughout everything presented, everything the universe puts right in front of my face – there will be meaning to it. Entrances and exits, all meaningful, all divine. This doesn’t mean I expect an extraordinary life – money and luxuries, no. I expect fulfillment. To never settle for anything other than a dense, happy journey. Wherever I am, I want to experience my love for life on top of mountains, in local coffee shops, deep within the pages of a book – in my home, every single night. I expect soul fulfillment and nothing less.

[sufjan-stevenss]

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But I never meant to say any of those things Words can sound so cruel when you speak before you think

Oh I was wrong

But you didn’t understand that my heart was in your hands You were so blind, blind

[gospel-art-project]

[heavensghost]

you don’t have to belong everywhere

[weltenwellen]

Hua Xi, from "Night Drive Through My Own Life"

[sincerely-emily]

time is a thief.

[sincerely-emily]

[inloveforevr-deactivated2025041]

When people really love you, they’ll be so gentle and intentional w their words

[forest-violets]

“She bath’d with roses red and violets blew,

And all the sweetest flowers that in the forrest grew.”

Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene

[firstfullmoon]

Megan Denton Ray, from “A Recovery Guide for Adult Children of Alcoholics”

[rosyc-deactivated20250912]

Her soul a garden filled with roses

[tullipsink]

you’re going to hurt me and i’m going to let you

[llovelymoonn]

ainslie hogarth motherthing

kofi

[classycookiexo]