#deep feelings

[jul-27]

e.

[devilish-moan]

[piecesofapuzzle]

"and like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again."

[the-chandrian-ii]

If we don’t share a relentlessly obsessive and violent kind of passion, then what are we even doing? We should share a hunger that burns, or why bother?

[redheadprincess22]

The feminine urge to protect and care for someone who’s had a rough past to make sure they never have to go through that again

[lostsoul-96s-blog]

Nons*xual dominance is everything:

-Grab her hand in crowds

-Help her pick to outfit for the day

-Lead her around everywhere you go

-Pull her in close because you want her there

-Pat her head & reassure her

-Grab her chin & pull it up so you look into her eyes.

I live for this stuff.

[arta-enigmaticei]

Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

Laini Taylor

[w-intent]

[peaceishim]

[wordswithloveee]

[devilish-moan]

[themindofmine]

I feel like I’m already dead but I have to keep on living

[the-chandrian-ii]

This is the secret.

Make her feel safe. And never, ever do anything to lose her trust. Like dropping an intricately blown piece of glass, some mistakes cannot be undone.

[redheadprincess22]

What if we don’t see eachother again…

[lostsoul-96s-blog]

She looked at me with doubt in her eyes and said, “I’m plus size... why would you like me?” She kept going, telling me how I look in shape and she’s not—how she doesn’t understand why I’d want to talk to her. But what she doesn’t see is everything I see.

She doesn’t see the way her smile lights up a room, how it’s the first thing I look for when I see her. She doesn’t notice how her hair dances around her face, and the way she tucks it behind her ear with that little shy touch. She doesn’t see how captivating her eyes are, especially when she’s sleepy, when they soften and pull me in.

She doesn’t see the way her curves fit perfectly in her favorite pair of jeans, or how effortlessly beautiful she looks in that black dress she thinks twice about wearing. She doesn’t realize that every little thing about her���her walk, her laugh, her voice—feels like home to me.

I don’t know what she’s been through, how many times her insecurities have whispered lies in her ear, or how deeply those words have hurt her. But what I do know is that she is unique, beautiful, and unforgettable in a way I wish she could see.

I wish, just for a moment, she could see herself through my eyes—because if she did, she’d never doubt her worth again.