#I LOVE YOU

[shisasan]

From February 17 to 18, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[spindasheddd]

Little sonamy comic! This is how I think there dynamic is a little bit in the idw comics, please follow for more! Thanks guys hope you enjoy hehe

[inguaribile-romantica9]

“If I saw you every day, forever, Will, I would remember this time.”

[shisasan]

From February 17 to 18, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[chrissy-kaos]

I can’t believe I’m going to meet the love of my life.. @the-vanir-queen 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[dictatorialromance]

I embraced her as if I wanted to drown her heart in my soul, to envelop her with my scent, to touch her with my touch. When I touched her back, I surrendered completely to what was happening and with each new second, I pressed her harder and harder, although at the same time I was clearly losing my composure more and more. It was a rare and wonderful act where time changed its course, touching eternity itself.

[sinswearslaughter]

I stumbled upon this tag through a complete accident, but this, connected to my Star Wars obsession is making me feel things.

Because every piece of sci-fi makes us so sure - aliens and humans will meet one day. But exactly, what if they won't? What if we leave this world, uncertain and still looking, all that's left of us being letters that have been lost to the Galaxy, to the cold dead space until that day?

What if they find records of us, sitting in our homes, centuries, millenias before they arrived, writing about them? Will they see how excited we were to finally meet them? We loved and hated them, were curious, looked for them, yearned for them. And there they appeared - much later and much different, but they did. Did the Universe answer our prayers? Did it recognize the need for them just as humans did?

Some say you can change everything about the future with thinking a slightly different thing at a slightly different time. Some claim that if you strongly believe in something for long enough, the Universe will make it happen. Are we their creators? Was our yearning for another sentient truly strong enough to influence the vastness of the Galaxy? To create life? To create someone like us?

Are we the parent? The first one? The one who started it all?

Have we been this "God" all along?

Humans being the first. Not the strongest or the smartest or the weirdest or the most violent. Just the first.

We called out into the dark over and over. We sent out messages in hopes. We searched every planet we could reach, in hopes of any sign of life. Any at all.

We thought, hoped we were the last, because we couldn’t bear the idea of being the one ones this awake and alive in a world as vast as this.

And we died alone.

When the others are born, many many years later, they find us, everything we left for them.

They recover The Golden Record and look at it a million times over, they dig up our fossils and put us in museums, they study us for years and years, loving us as we love our ancestors’ painted hands on cave walls.

In a lot of their languages, the word they use for us has the same root for “mother”.

[devilish-moan]

[blluesiide]

You stop dead in your tracks, preventing yourself from calling out and ruin the moment in front of you.

Spencer sleeping on the sofa, one of his classical records playing softly on the victrola in the background.

You lower your things to the ground, softly padding over to sit down in front of the sofa.

He's peaceful like this, truly peaceful, even nightmares wouldn't have the audacity to bother him in this state.

You watch him sleep, listening to him breathe evenly, steadily for a while before you can't help yourself, anymore.

You reach a gently hand out to softly pet his grown out curls. You manage to do it for a while before he finally stirs, softly letting out a quiet, "What?"

"Nothing, sweetheart." You lean in to press a kiss to his sleep warmed forehead, "Go back to sleep."

His eyes close automatically, his hand softly flopping over the edge of the sofa to tug at your sleeve loosely.

You don't hesitate, pushing yourself up and carefully laying yourself along the sofa with him.

He lets out a soft sigh of content, his arm drooping over you heavily, asleep again within seconds.

You smile against his neck, burying yourself there, letting the soft violins carry you and him away into a gentle slumber, that for the sake of your backs, may eventually end up in your actual bed.

[halflifesk666]

Late night drive while we hold hands

[noplanetbee]

My love, my light

— beau taplin

[smilesrobotlover]

Random Daruk doodles cuz I was writing stuff for him in the new chapter and he deserves more love cuz he’s the most underrated champion

[shisasan]

19 February, 1927 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

[w-intent]

[rahuratna]

Oh. Oh, well then. Shatter this heart of mine.

I love you - bg3 comic, astarion,tav