#deepfeelings

[gloominherheart]

why should I dilute my love just to make it easier to swallow? love, to me, is the ocean—vast, deep, and boundless… i could never be content with a puddle.... love is meant to overflow, not measured...

I can't stand the idea of having to hold back love or care less. It bothers me because I shouldn't ever feel like that when my natural state is to love fully and care deeply without limits.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[mywildimagination]

a poem on deceit and love

In the moonlit glow of memories, where love once took its start,

A tale unfolds, of a fragile heart, torn apart.

He loved her with a passion, a flame that brightly burned,

Little did he know, betrayal's lessons would be learned.

But she danced in shadows, whispers of deceit,

He never thought her love was just a fleeting feat.

The echoes of promises, now shattered and torn,

A broken heart, wounded, battered, and worn.

Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,

In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.

She played the cards of betrayal and lies,

Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.

Their love was a melody, harmonious and sweet,

But echoes of infidelity made the symphony retreat.

He believed in forever, a tale for two entwined,

Yet in the darkness, secrets thrived, intentions malign.

The warmth turned cold, as deceit took its toll,

In the ruins of love, where broken dreams stroll.

Her laughter, once music, now a bitter refrain,

A broken heart whispers, in the silence, the pain.

Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,

In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.

She played the cards of betrayal and lies,

Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.

In the labyrinth of emotions, forgiveness takes its stand,

He searches for solace in the shifting desert sand.

The wounds run deep, like rivers that don't dry,

Yet forgiveness blooms, beneath the tear-stained sky.

As the sun sets on the chapter of deceit,

He contemplates forgiveness, a bittersweet feat.

For love, once unbreakable, now teeters on a ledge,

Yet forgiveness, a bridge, spanning over the edge.

She may have strayed in the labyrinth of lust,

But forgiveness, a beacon, rising from the dust.

In the echoes of heartache, redemption he'll find,

A broken heart's journey, to healing, realigned.

Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,

In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.

She played the cards of betrayal and lies,

Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.

In the tapestry of forgiveness, threads of grace,

A love once broken finds a tender embrace.

For in the symphony of healing, a resilient art,

A broken heart finds solace, a brand new start.

[missyourcall]

Time has settled, but suddenly, it turns dreadful.

With just a few letters, I don’t think I need to be distant. I just want you to know that I think of you—it’s awful to do so. I don’t want you to do anything but know that you are always on my mind.

Sometimes, the weather reaches its most beautiful point, and in those moments, I wonder what it would be like to still be with you. But I haven’t found an answer yet. When the clock strikes midnight, I fall apart completely, thinking of what I could say to bring you back. How much longer will I spend missing you? Believe me, telling you how much I need you isn’t hard—the difficult part is finding a single sentence that can contain everything I feel for you.

I wish I had spent my time writing love letters, the kind that move you to tears. Instead, I’m writing something you will never read, something that makes me feel so vulnerable that maybe you never should. Perhaps nothing I say could change things. And yet, a part of me, foolishly, hopes that these words will reach you somehow.

I don’t want to go back to you because neither of us is the same anymore. But I wish I could meet you again. Are you afraid of getting hurt? I would take that risk just for the chance to have you close. I miss everything about you—your jokes, your messages, your laughter, your silly remarks… Nothing can push you out of my mind, though I wish something could.

Maybe you have no idea how many times I’ve cried over your absence, or maybe you just don’t care. I no longer have anything of yours around me, and it’s tearing me apart. I can’t even look at those saved messages that once brought me comfort. But in the end, I know that none of it matters to you.

Maybe one day, without meaning to, you’ll hear a song that reminds you of me. Maybe, in the middle of a conversation, my name will slip into your mind without warning. And maybe—just maybe—for a second, you’ll feel an emptiness in your chest, the same one I’ve been carrying since you left. But unlike me, you’ll be able to ignore it. You’ll laugh, change the subject, move on as if nothing happened.

The most painful part isn’t missing you—it’s realizing that while I keep counting the days since you left, you haven’t even stopped to look back. And the worst part of it all is knowing that if you ever do remember me, it won’t carry the same weight as when I remember you. To you, I’ll be nothing more than a fleeting thought, something that crosses your mind for a moment before you go on with your day. To me, you are still the wound that never fully heals.

It hurts to know that while I search for pieces of you in songs, in places, in memories, you’ve stopped searching for me entirely. That while I keep writing to you in silence, you don’t even notice my absence.

Because in the end, the difference between us is that I still feel you in everything… and you no longer feel me at all.

[goodvibescreativeave]

[ojeshagarwal]

Touch His Heart with These Deep Love Quotes ❤️

Express your love with these emotional, heartfelt quotes that will make him feel special and deeply cherished.

[secondarysomeone]

She’s the treasure hidden beneath the waves of my soul. 🌊❤️

[aloneinthedarkpath]

One Final Glimpse...

[allsomeblankets]

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[coachvee77]

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[mylartheloon]

'Mother, I'm depressed not demon posessed'

You look like a good joe

- an excerpt from songs that make my bf stop crying

[realtalkwithmattycom]

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[arjunasearth]

The older I get, the more I am learning from children.

I have been working with children as a caregiver for almost 14 years -practically for half of my life. They have always been a part of my life. They are the true healers because they continously teach me to reaccess my inner child energy. To be joyous towards life, no matter how hard it may get. To never stop playing or being foolish. To keep taking risks, being courageous and to go for adventures. To collect things in Nature and dance. To move, to shake my body out and to laugh, to cry,to feel my emotions on the full spectrum. To never lose hope and to keep my dreams big. To follow my intuition and to speak and act from the heartcenter. To cherish Nature and to dance to the rhythm of life. To get creative whenever I can and to never lose connection to my creative energy, which is the Source of my Being. They truly are healers. And I am so grateful for having them in my life, for their lessons , for their reminder to always realign with my inner child, to see her smile. To be there for her. To reparent myself. Cause I know that when she is smiling and truly happy, than I am , too.

~She is me and I am her.~

[dailymusiczone]

"Whispers of Love" transforms into a delicate piece of sung poetry, exploring the profound beauty and complexity of love. The lyrics paint vivid emotional landscapes, delivered with heartfelt simplicity. A minimalistic arrangement of acoustic instruments creates an intimate, soul-stirring experience.

[cloversallover]

Invisibility Seen

I don’t know what you expected from me.Thought it worked that way—until it didn’t.One day, I stopped doing shit for you,Realized there wasn’t shit you could doTo make me fill those expectations. Not those exceptional boots,Not covering my roots or nails in shiny colors.Distractions are just that—Taking away from actions, not inciting them. Money is, for many, the fuel that drives their…