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Old soul with a soft heart. I collect quiet moments, handwritten letters, and thoughts I never say out loud. Looking for beauty in everything, especially her.

[emotionalwords]

“Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means it no longer controls our lives”

— Anuprita

[a-mind-in-ruins]

When you start to miss me, don't look for me. Text the same people who made you stop replying to me.

Laugh with the ones who fed you doubts about my love. You listened to their voices over mine, so now let them comfort you when you feel empty. I was here, I was real, but you chose noise over loyalty. And that choice? It cost you me.

[wyattconnor]

Between the Lines

There’s a quiet language we speak not with words, but with glances held too long, with silences that hum louder than any noise. I wonder if you hear it too the pulse beneath the stillness, the stories left unspoken, the touch that lingers just beneath the skin.

Not every invitation is loud. Some come wrapped in shadows, waiting for the right moment to be unwrapped. If you find yourself reading between the lines, know I’m here waiting in the quiet spaces where real things grow.

[wyattconnor]

I don’t want to impress you. I want to make you feel safe.

I want you to breathe a little easier when you read my words. I want you to know I’m not here to chase, test, or play.

I want you to feel seen not just for your beauty, but for the strength it took to carry everything you never speak about.

You’ve lived through storms. You’ve been hurt quietly. You’ve stayed soft anyway.

That’s what I admire.

[wyattconnor]

I Want the Kind of Love That…

I don’t want loud love. I want the kind that lingers in doorways and slow coffee mornings. The kind where silence isn’t awkward it’s understood.

I want the kind of love that remembers the small things, like how you like your tea, or the way you tuck your hair when you’re tired.

I want a woman who’s lived. Who’s known loss. Who still dares to hope anyway.

I want someone who can sit with the past, without letting it steal from the present.

And I want her to know I’m not rushing. But I am ready.

When she is, I’ll be here.

[wyattconnor]

I Still Have Room by a man who has loved, lost, and still hopes

It’s been five years since I said goodbye, And still, some nights, I speak to sky To stars that know her better now, Than I was ever allowed to somehow.

Her toothbrush sits where it always did, I’ve never moved it. Truth is, I hid Not from love, but from the ache Of waking up and staying awake.

I don’t need fixing. I’m not undone. But when you lose your only one, You learn how time can stretch and bend, And make a stranger of a friend.

But here I am heart not closed. The years have softened what once froze. I still believe in warm hands held, In laughing slow, in stories spelled.

So if you’re wondering what I need It’s not to rush, or to be freed. I just want someone who’ll understand That love can start in a gentler land.

Not to forget the life I knew But to make room for someone new. To build again. To feel the fire. To sit beside me and inspire.

I still have room, in case you do For something tender, kind, and true.

[amargedom]

“So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”

— Veronica Shoffstall, “Comes the Dawn” (via goodreadss)

[meganann-xo]

wanderlust💫

[pressingly]

“You have to get to the point where your mood doesn’t shift based on the insignificant actions of someone else.”

— (via imelanievanessa)

[meganann-xo]

wanderlust💫

[wyattconnor]

yes

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[wyattconnor]

I fall in love with softness the kind of gentleness that doesn’t ask for attention, it just exists quietly and fully.

[atlanticluna]

I used to think I wanted a passionate love. One so all-consuming, that I would be unable to breathe by the throws of it. One so unreasonable, that it would feel abnormal to feel anything other than continuous nervousness, recklessness, anxiousness...

But I shortly realized, to my own discomfort, that all this time I have been searching for a soft love.

I want a soft love. A love that does not make you doubt your worth. A love that encourages you to embrace being flustered, fragile, nostalgic. A love that feels like a warm embrace, even if one against cold, shivered skin. A love that smells like blueberry pies, and blushes the color of tomatoes. A love that allows you to retreat into your own understanding, yet provides you with the company you need. A love that looks like roses against pearlescent satin.

There is beauty in those loves that makes us question our entire existence. But how wonderful it is to know that not all love is the same. How grandiose is it to know that some people chose thunderstorms, while some of us feel comfort in the simple rain.

[wyattconnor]

This says everything I’ve ever wanted to say but didn’t know how.

[wyattconnor]

Some evenings are made for candlelight, old records, and a conversation that drifts deeper than either of us expected.

[leonardospoetry]

Feeling too much  can hurt sometimes,  but one day you grow  and realize that your heart  was never really  broken. It was just  wide open.

[wyattconnor]

everyday is a blessing

[foxyheartstring-deactivated2025]

[hornsweetcouples]