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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Peter Solarz

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
DEAR READER
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@vasewith-fifteensunflowers
I either talk too much or I don't talk at all
a fairy feast!✨
yearning is beautiful.
some associate it with pain.
but, of course, it is painful
to yearn a lost love,
to long in secret,
a different time.
sometimes the most painful
is a love that’s there,
but hard to reach.
but how beautiful
to yearn what is yours,
simply because of distance.
to yearn their presence,
their mind,
their body.
and the most beautiful thing:
to yearn
when you have their presence,
their mind,
their body,
simply because you can’t get any closer.
at that point,
you yearn soul enmeshment.
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to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
You're so pretty, Just curious, would a little shopping treat make your day better?"
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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mr. & Mrs Holland, featured in The Letters of Emily Dickinson
“in girl world, halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it"
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.
Forget about fancy dates, i wanna flirt with you in kitchen while cooking for you
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.
Overgrown houses 🌿