#intimatethoughts

[peculiargrandeur]

Often times we are told to give ourselves the love we are trying to give to other, but we are not told how.

Makayla Cole, Everyone Deserves Love

[therealchiara]

„Sometimes silence says more than touch.“

I let my thoughts wander – and somehow, they always find you.

[the-feral-quill]

In Every Unspoken Word

Instant. Electric. Connection.

A vibration, words I never knew I needed, a feeling completed.

Scary beyond all reason, because it was only chance that led me to you— or was it fate, knowing that one needed two?

The effortless way you stay on my page, finger under each new word, listening to every unspoken word I say, bringing me comfort and peace in ways unknown to me.

Keeping your heart within arm’s reach, whispering in a way I almost hear your doubts, like you’re trying to sort your feelings out.

But they spill, overflowing, with every time you speak to me, with all the effort you breathe into me, with all the silent laughs and hard smiles, with how, with you, everything slows down for a while.

All the while, my heart races every time you say my name; a breath hitches in my chest when I say yours. I’m overwhelmed and anxious, but you make me a choice, not an option.

You speak of me like an old book you’ve read over and over, like you’re waiting with bated breath for the next chapter— because you want to be it.

You want to hold me gently in your hand, knowing, understanding that the pen in my hand is shaking, that the previous pages had my heart breaking, that the old pages are torn and bruised.

Yet, you treat each one as if they’re shiny and new. You don’t put me on the shelf; you don’t hide me in a box or closet. You display me coyly, so others can see my beauty but never hold me the way you do.

For there are secret pages within that, if others could, they would covet. You know they’d love it.

So you hold me close to your chest. I feel the warmth, and I forget how afraid I was to say the words I couldn’t bring myself to say, how I held back too long—they’re overflowing in every way, and how I keep praying to God you’ll stay.

How I pray every day you’ll keep choosing me, and I’ll keep my heart open to you, because things are just beginning.

But damn, do I want you— want you in whatever form you may come: slowly, thoughtfully, patiently, growing, feeling, everything, all at once.

But even these words will never be enough to express everything you make me feel.

Let’s be real.

[diaryofabadrelationship-blog]

Long distance (we just got married)

It is such

an immense and horrible let down

to call you after not hearing from you in so long 

and hear that 

flatness - that complete

lack

[locsofmine]

She said.... Give me passion Open up more than emotional hardness of your body How do you think What do you feel Has love conquered your mind before Her pussy is pretty but you have to work for it Can you stimulate my mind Gravitate towards my heart when problems fill my emotions I'm ready to be fullfilled not thrill for the short term Let me be tour life goals as a whole passion to give you courage when you need it most Sex is beautiful an act of love, dedication or just lust But like wine I get sweeter with time #indiewriters #intimatethoughts #spokenword

[vivamus-anima]

It's the strangest feeling. My anxiety makes my heart beat hurt and to feel muscle spasms when it gets out of hand. It hasn't gotten to a debilitating point and is tolerable currently but I'm not scared?? Why??? I feel like something big is coming? #personal #thoughts #intimatethoughts

[uniquely-woven]

12/17/14

I can’t rely on sleep anymore to escape from you. You have followed me into my dreams and caused a zombie apocalypse on my mind. I think of YOU all the time. I replay every conversation, every scenario, every encounter in my head. From. The day that we met. To the first time you kissed me. Our first kiss was terrible, but I knew it was only because we didn’t know what we each liked. The kisses got better. We learned to kiss each other. They got so much better. I replay our last conversation. I Look at it from every angle. Every single angle. I don’t understand what fully happened. You said a lot but didn’t say anything at all. I know I’m confused. But I also know that it’s time. Time to wrap things up in a bow and leave them alone. Time to leave YOU alone. I have to associate you with pain so I don’t find my self thinking of you. It’s time I leave you alone.