#Wordsmith

[lostgoosebe]

I love wordsmith, this world needs more wordsmith fans

[beardedmrbean]

[shannyhere]

pockets are empty, dreams on hold

bills stack high, and the nights feel cold i chase the hours, but they slip away working for pennies, day after day

i need the money, it’s all i can see freedom’s a price that’s too high for me counting the minutes, waiting for more but the struggle’s the same as the day before

[lowkeyflynn]

When you least expect it, love might surprise you.

-Flynn Caulfield

[gothicseverance]

Purple prose is a divisive practice in modern times, but a certain amount of it is expected in a Gothic novel.

—TVTropes

Art by SummerRay 🖤

[neekguy]

Make your bedroom a safe physical space. Make it a sex haven. Use dim lights, air freshener and even some very light music to create an atmosphere. In this atmosphere, you can encourage her to express her pleasure with no restrictions like scream her moans on top of her lungs. The safe space + her sexual self expression is a good way for her to grow with her own feminine energy.

[auburnhaze]

One Year Ago.

———————————

One year ago today,

I was the happiest I had ever been—

because I had you.

We were wrapped in love,

promises whispered like secrets,

forevers spoken as if they were unbreakable.

I trusted you.

I trusted us.

I built my world around the safety of your arms,

never once fearing the fall.

One year ago, I was whole.

I was yours.

I was happy.

And now—

now I can’t bear to look back.

Now, the memories cut deeper than the love ever held me.

Now, every “always” you gave me feels like a lie,

and every moment I thought was safe

was just time borrowed from heartbreak.

Now, I am not happy.

Now, I am just trying to forget

the girl I was

before you broke her.

[endy-x]

Pixel Defenders

Please enjoy!

Spoilers tag is mostly for Doug

[winterrfire]

It was a test that I failed, but a lesson I'll always remember.

—Romaisa Yasmeen

[iwajidshaikh]

When William Wordsworth said:

''Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear''

And Wajid Sheikh wrote:

Sab ki tanhaiyan durr karte rahe hum, par jab hum tanha huye to koi puchne wala tak na tha ''

[whispersofthepurplevalley]

I think when we talk about love and attachment, we're really referring to the emotions we've invested together, rather than the person themselves. A healthy attachment isn't inherently wrong, but the problem lies in attaching yourself to the idealized image you have of them. In the name of love and attachment, you inadvertently strip away the person's natural right to evolve, change, and grow. You want them to stay the same for your sake, and you fear any sort of change. In essence, your love becomes a prison.

It’s important to allow the person we care for most to simply be. Detachment in any relationship is freedom—freedom from the cage you've built around both the person and the blossoming love. It means allowing the other person to follow their own path while loving them fully. It means giving them the space to explore new dreams and preferences. And sometimes, it means letting go when necessary. People are vulnerable to change and life's twists, but love isn't—if we learn to separate it from the chains we've created.

-Sabina Yesmin

[feelslikeapricity]

quiet longings on busy days

sometimes in the middle of the day

a dreamscape appears and steals me away

into fields of lush green, skies cerulean of blue

elysian lands where all fantasy is true

There, I think it is you I see

living on with me, in our quaint home

Safe, solid, real, and I can feel 

my world slipping from me, a little and then some

a loud sound, wretched noise

and the shapes change, curve, then spiral

Blur and fade, until the longing, sorrows and joys

of picturing you thus, quiet and settle 

sitting in traffic, the car jolts ahead

and I feel the salt on my lips like an old friend

it caresses the ache, hides and holds 

my tired soul without reserve, sad and bold

[shannyhere]

i became a crybaby after you died

the grief hit hard, and i couldn’t hide every little thing made me break and weep memories of you cut deep in my sleep

but tears, they heal in their quiet way slowly, i’m learning to face the day though you're not here, your love still remains guiding me gently through all of the pain

[lowkeyflynn]

You taught me that sometimes the most beautiful stories unfold not on a page, but in the messy, unpredictable chapters of real life.

-Flynn Caulfield

[0nelinerwordplay]

Sometimes...

[neekguy]

Learn to submit her physically. Whether it’s during sex or just when you’re playing around, it’s about creating a safe space where she can let go. You can use things like the covers or her shirt, your hands, or anything that holds her in place—it all counts as submission.