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There's nothing in the world that can match the feeling of soft love.
Of being loved kindly, purely, without expectation or guilt.
The kind of love where two people heal each other simply through proximity.
Where it's enough to just hold them, and be held by them.
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here hear ü i'm in a relationship and i'm so happy. tumblr is my sweet sanctuary of secrets where i want to publicize my personal stories that's why i'm here and sharing that i have a partner after 4 years of being happily, contended single.
my person (like he's really mine? not treating him as an object but i like that we are together) who i can finally say that i really love, is currently out of the country for international work. hihi he is so smart and i love learning with him. he is pescatarian so me being vegan is just easy for him. we love cooking together and make mistakes in the process of cooking something lol. there's just so much to share and oh it's already been a month!
also we have been talking for almost 2 years before deciding to date then eventually make it official. wiwiwiwiwiw blih. ü
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felt nostalgic today because i just remembered a person reading a book to me. i feel that memory so precious locked in an old dream box. it was one of my vulnerable state when this person was reading to me and that time for me was important. i felt important. i felt safe. i felt sleepy.
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#freehongkong Oppose the North East Nee Territories Development Plan. Development for who? #DefendTheFields #cookiecooksyeah
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this certain feeling of jealousy stems from my trauma wether there's really something going on or nothing at all. i just can't stop over thinking it until it makes me cry not cool. im
i just really hate the feeling that i am still healing from a trauma. it's so hard when you thought you're okay but one uncertainty, makes me crumble to the depths of my being.
but i know what to do. at least i know what to do.
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𝐼𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝐼 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.
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