eu nunca me senti importante.. digo importante ao ponto de alguém ter medo de me perder nunca me senti de fato importante ao ponto de achar que alguém ficaria por mim..

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eu nunca me senti importante.. digo importante ao ponto de alguém ter medo de me perder nunca me senti de fato importante ao ponto de achar que alguém ficaria por mim..
Minha flor favorita sempre foi o girassol, mas devo ser sincera: aquela tulipa me fez ficar apaixonada de uma forma inexplicável. Nunca me imaginei olhando para outras pétalas, mas lá estava ela, tão simples e calma que não pude resistir a me aproximar, aprender seus ciclos e observar suas belas partes. Eu acho que eu deveria continuar com meus girassóis, me encantar por aquela tulipa foi a pior das minhas escolhas. Por algum motivo, que eu ainda não sei qual, a tulipa parece não gostar do terreno tão árido que pode ser o meu, tão seco e sem vida, ela é boa demais para continuar comigo. Então eu decidi manter os meus girassóis, apesar de todo dia ainda pensar nas pétalas da outra flor, já que ela ainda parece se destacar em meus sonhos, no meio de todos aqueles girassóis, é ela a primeira flor que eu olho e acho que nada mais pode mudar isso. A tulipa mudou para sempre a minha vida, porque ainda hoje me deixa conflitante sobre as minhas escolhas e ela seria a única flor que me faria mudar de solo, com certeza a mais especial.
— Maria Eduarda em Relicário dos poetas.
era só uma pele na pele hoje. nada sexual. apenas um toque suave. carinho. algo seguro. um abraço. longo. e apertado.
my sexuality is emily prentiss getting into a car crash, watching a cop get murdered next to her, getting punched in the face, and still pushing the broken windscreen out and crawling through it, firing rounds at the escaping car, and memorising the license number.
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Secret View
The fire crackled and popped.
The night air was cool, and the intense heat the campfire made created a delicious contrast. One side was uncomfortably chilly, one side was uncomfortably hot. What better way to feel alive.
She stood there with her hands in her pockets, the firelight dancing in her eyes and on her skin. I watched her from the edge of the clearing. What was she thinking about? When an owl hooted behind me in the woods, she looked my way, but she failed to see me in the darkness. My beautiful girl.
I walked over to her, scuffing my feet a few times so as to be obvious and not scare her, carrying my armload of firewood.
“Find some?” she asked me.
In response, I tossed the entire armload onto the fire. Sparks shot upward, and the hungry flames grew larger. I brushed my hands off and stood there staring into the coals, the heat baking my face. She slid her arm through mine, and laid her head on my shoulder.
We stood there like that – linked, quiet, perfect – for some time.
“Come with me,” I insisted. “I want to show you something.”
We walked through the woods, the trees and shrubbery dense at times. It was nearly midnight, and visibility was limited. She stuck close by me. At one point, something went crashing away from us – probably a deer or some other wild animal – and I heard her gasp as she grabbed the back of my shirt. The slope was steep in some areas, the footing questionable. We finally made it to a rock outcropping, and I helped her down. When we rounded its curve, we could see what I wanted to show her.
It was a waterfall.
The water thundered over the cliff above and pounded into a deep pool not far in front of us. The natural valley at its base cupped us like two sugar cubes in a tiny bowl. Sheer rock faces surrounded us, walling us off from the rest of the world.
She took my hand, leaned close to my ear so I could hear over the roar of the water. “It’s incredible,” she said.
I walked her over to the water’s edge, and pointed at a certain angle, across the basin, over the shoulder of the waterfall. “Can you see that?” I asked her, intentionally being vague.
She peered down the line of my arm, turning her head this way and that. Then she gasped.
“It’s a rainbow!” she exclaimed.
“No. It’s called a moonbow. It’s the moonlight reflecting and refracting in the mist of the waterfall.”
“It’s amazing! How did you know it was here?”
I ran my hand up the back of her neck to tease her ponytail, and wrapped an arm around her middle. “It’s rare,” I assured her. “Like you.”
We stood there enjoying our secret view. I could feel, in a corner of my mind, the campfire we left a mile or two away burning lower, even as another one began to burn hotter. She turned to me, and we kissed. Her lips were soft, her mouth so warm. My hands wandered over her, pulled her to me.
“Get in with me,” she whispered in my ear, and stepped away. She pleaded with her eyes in the darkness. I thought about her sitting in a car, in a parking lot, half a continent away, smiling at me with the sunlight in her eyes. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it to the damp rock at her feet. Unclasped her bra. Slid her shorts and panties down. Kicked off her shoes.
The moonlight glowed on her impossibly perfect skin. Her naked body, jesusgod, that body. She walked a few steps into the chilly water, stepping carefully on the slick rocks, then turned to look at me over her shoulder. She beckoned to me once, then continued on. Her hair swayed back and forth over her bare back. My heart ached, thinking about how much she meant to me. I watched her ease deeper and deeper into the water. How long had I waited for her? How hard had I labored, how many years had I suffered, getting ready for her? How could I ever be ready for her?
I pulled my shirt off and eased towards the water. I would follow her in. If I got cold, she would know how to warm me up.
I Love Him - a letter
Dearest [name],
There is something I have longed to tell you for a while now. It has never been mentioned for fear that it could potentially ruin the close friendship we have- and I need you to know I value this relation with you above all else and would never intend to disrupt it. I care more about you than any other person and please know that you mean the world to me. All of this revolves around the purest feelings of love I have for you.
If this revelation causes you any alarm or misgivings I genuinely do apologize for this is not at all intended. There has never been another person whom I have felt this much of a connection with. I do not mean to overwhelm you with any of this, I only seek to be sincere. To be unequivocally open and honest so that nothing is hidden. Please, I wish for you to feel at ease, to be comfortable, and to know in absolute terms that I would never abandon you. I would do anything with or for you as I trust you entirely.
I am often consumed in thought of unintentionally bothering you with this, to cause you disruption or even turmoil. There is no undertow of attempting to change you as change comes from within. I know I look at you with rose colored glasses sometimes, but I know that you have flaws just like I do- along with everyone else who has ever existed. Nowhere are there any intentions to guilt or force you into anything. There are so many things I want to do with you, to tell you how I feel, and to show you really just how much I love you.
I dream of being able to show you how much I utterly, deeply, and most ardently love you. I want to learn how to make your coffee the way you like it best so that you don’t have to get up without it. For you to go to sleep every night (preferably in one another’s embrace) knowing that without any doubt in the universe that there is someone who loves you unconditionally. And that you are worthy of this and deserve only the most earnest love and devotion. I want the moments where I can surprise you with a clean sink so that you do not have to dread doing the dishes and you can be assured that I know to clean thoroughly in the same manner as you. For the times when you need space and however long you want by yourself I would gladly give you air whenever wanted. Or in similar situations where you are busy beyond belief and I will oblige.
More than once I have been discouraged from divulging this to you. I know that just because you have been extremely nice to me and we can laugh together and get along great does not mean you think of me as any more than friends.
You have expressed to me how you hate when people tell you they have feelings for you. I would forever despise myself to just be another person who has taken your charismatic charms too close to heart. Oftentimes I am aware that I over analyze and grossly complicate matters but a frequent thought is that I am too virginal and therefore would be of no interest to anyone.
In the early days I thought I wanted to be your best friend. The notion is rather bold of me as I know you have other friends outside of this city who you’ve known longer and most likely consider them to be your true best friends. I recognize that I haven’t been someone in your life for a very long time, we only knew each other at first due to the shared class and even then we really didn’t become acquainted until a handful of months later. Now that we have been closer friends for over a year and the phrase best friends has been mentioned occasionally, I just want you to know how much I cherish your friendship.
I love you. I am too afraid to say it in person for the fear that it will ruin our friendship if you do not share the same feelings for me. Regardless of how hard I try to force myself to stop these emotions for you I cannot. From time to time I am reminded that this is a one sided romantic interest, despite my imaginings and hope to make you happiest when in my company.
I beg you not to begin to doubt or question everything I have ever done with you. My motives have been, and will always be, to bring you joy and comfort. I only seek to ease your troubles and share your burdens. To be someone you can relax fully with, to be with you in times of hardship and weather storms, to rejoice with you when positive happenings arrive, through dull times of plenty, and in hours of vast excitement. I never expected (or currently await) you to return these feelings. I just want you to know that you mean the world to me and I would be forever grateful to share more of it with you.
Nothing will ever change that I still would have done everything even if I did not have romantic feelings for you. You deserve to be loved unconditionally. By someone who accepts your flaws and understands you entirely. Someone who knows truly that you are a good person and a great man. [Name], you are exceedingly kind, constantly generous, charismatic beyond compare, talented to rival the stars, free spirited like no other, comedic in all aspects, worthy of everything- including acceptance, and will continue to do amazing things.
When it happened exactly, I am not sure. It has been a slow rise from a small and narrow stream to a grand and deep river.
I used to believe that being in love meant that you saw no faults in the other person. That they were entirely perfect to you. I was wrong. You are flawed, just as I am- so like everyone else who has and will ever exist. Still I love you. You are afraid of being alone and I never want you to feel that pain or suffer in that sense. I only want to brighten your days, to comfort you when it rains, to defend you when it storms, to dance with you when it’s sunny, and to cherish you when it snows.
The days when I see you are among the best. I wish to bring you the same delight. When I am with you I never want to leave. In light of all this… I understand if you do not love me.
“Você já se sentiu desmoronando? Você já se sentiu fora de lugar? Como se de alguma forma, você não fosse daqui e ninguém te entendesse?”
— Simple Plan.
““Porque eu tô ainda muito inseguro de mim mesmo, e não acreditando absolutamente que alguém possa me curtir bem assim como eu sou. Eu não tenho quase experiência dessas transações, me enrolo todo, faço tudo errado — acabo me sentindo confuso. Tudo isso é tão íntimo, e eu já estou tão desacostumado de me contar inteiramente a alguém, tão desacreditando na capacidade de compreensão do outro, sei lá, não é nada disso, sabe? Conviver é difícil — as pessoas são dificeis — viver é dificil.””
— Caio Fernando Abreu.
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