Oct 19, 2025
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
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I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
“Storm at Sea off the Norwegian Coast” (details, 1837) by Andreas Achenbach
The romanticism of undressing someone and seeing their curves and edges and birthmarks and scars and moles and freckles and kissing every single one of them like you’re thanking their body for existing, for choosing to be seen by you.
I am not meant for casual love. I was born for soul consuming love and obsession.
Even a warrior melts for one touch
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