# ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑦𝑚𝑛𝑠 said; ❛ 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇. ❜ ― 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❝ rose. ❞ jack can’t refrain from letting out a soft chuckle, his lips hovering over his lover’s collarbone for a moment before meeting the skin there with nothing but tenderness and affection.
his left arm is tucked between the small of her back and the leather seat, but his right hand can roam freely, fingertips gliding down her side, caressing her hip bone, circling that one mark he’s left there earlier. the windows are still fogged up and the sweet smell of love is thick in the air, coiling around them like a warm cocoon. bliss is still coursing through jack’s veins as he rests his cheek on her chest, basking in the sound of her heartbeat. his own racing, just now beginning to recover. he’s exhausted in the most intoxicating of ways, and would love nothing more than to doze off but the rational part of his brain keeps telling him that it’s not a good idea. they’ll be caught. they’ll get in trouble. people must be looking for her already.
his lips curl upward, lazily, at the sound of rose’s voice, but his eyes remain closed a moment longer. though, eventually, a heavy breath escapes him and hazy blues open up, peering at the beautiful redhead as he rests his chin on her sternum. ❝ well, ❞ he hums, pausing just to kiss the spot between her breasts, ❝ @hearthymns, maybe that’s what other people’s promises are, but i tend to keep whatever promises i make. so, when i say that i’ll be with you forever, i mean it. a few more days and this ship should be docking in new york. if you want to run away with me, just say a word and i’ll make it happen. this is no game for me. i’m serious about this, about us. and no matter what you choose, i’ll always be there for you, ❞ he promises, determined to keep his word. what he doesn’t know is that his dreams are already on the collision course with reality, and fate has other plans for him. so, maybe promises are indeed just words, meaningless and easily broken…
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❝ you don’t love me. you just think you do. ❞ | from here
"You're wrong. I know I love you. How can you say I don't love you?" He asked, stunned and hurt.
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anyone with a jack dawson want to write with my rose?🥺 ill gibb u cookies. my main is @hearthymns . just heart this post or msg me there if interested . <333
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Zoning! 🔮🎶🎹🔮@juju_lotuslove thank you for writing this JewEL. #musicTherapy #soundTherapy #soundVibration #loveSongs #heartHymns #singerSongwriter #chicMusician #iSing #BLUEBLACK #blueBlackSkin #tripleDarkness #wombSpace #loveSpace #originalmusic #soulMusic #listen #lotusLove #lotusLotusLoveMusic #lunaLotusLove #LUNATICS
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# 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏𝒔 said; ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒. ❜ ― 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗒 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. / accepting.
❝ 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈. 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾. i really do. but it’s not polite to go snooping around other people’s personal belongings and then get upset because you’ve found something that you don’t particularly like. ❞ a heavy frown creases his features in permanent annoyance, his sharp tone leaping through the air as bright blue eyes flicker to fire a pointed look in rose’s direction. he takes a few steps forward and closes the distance between them, brows furrowing as he unceremoniously plucks his sketchbook from her delicate hands. his nose crinkles, offended and hurt in equal measure. he doesn’t think that he’s ever given her a reason to mistrust him — he’s so hopelessly devoted to her, head over heels in love. so, why does she continue to question his intentions?
❝ and even though, i do care about you, i’m tired because we’ve had this conversation before. countless times. that’s what’s so frustrating, you know? ‘cause it feels like we’re moving in circles. again, you don’t even have a reason to be jealous! i’m not inviting those women out for dinner or romantic walks in the park for god’s sake. besides, artists have been doing this for centuries. centuries, rose! ❞ he scoffs, clutching the sketchbook to his chest and folding his arms in a defensive manner. the vein on the side of his neck throbbing. ❝ sandro botticelli, gustav klimt, john william waterhouse, jean-léon gérome… and that’s just the tip of the iceberg! they all had their muses, but i highly doubt they had romantic relationships with all of them. and even if they did, so what? i'm not that kind of person and you should know it by now. what happened in paris, happened before i'd met you, and is now thousands of miles away! so, why can’t you put your jealousy aside for a moment and just be supportive of my work, @hearthymns? ❞ a long pause, followed by a huff and a grumble, ❝ also, if you want to see my stuff, all you have to do is ask. no need to be a busybody. ❞
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# 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏𝒔 ; continued from here.
growing up, mother’s day was a rather more bitter than sweet holiday for jack dawson. his mother passed away when he was only nine years old, leaving behind a messy note (that he can now recite at any given time) and a handful of memories. while his friends were making cute, heart-shaped cards and picking flowers for their mothers, he chose to alienate himself — it was easier that way. he always felt out of place on that special day, having no one to celebrate it with, and even more lonely than usual. of course, his father had tried his best to bring back the happiness and magic to that dreadful holiday, but there’s little to no happiness and magic found in visiting a graveyard and heading for ice cream afterwards… and so when jack became a teenager, he refused to acknowledge this holiday. but god works in mysterious ways and the young artist’s attitude toward mother’s day did a full one-eighty when his wife gave birth to their daughter. now it’s one of his favorite holidays.
❝ i hope you got plenty of sleep, @hearthymns, because this is only the beginning. we have so many fun adventures planned for today, is that right, lily? ❞ he could watch them all day, his beautiful wife kissing their daughter’s face, the little girl wiggling and squealing in delight. hearing her tiny voice explain how the drawing came together, how she and daddy went to the store and picked new crayons because none of the old ones matched rose’s beautiful hair, how she helped with the breakfast and cut up a bunch of strawberries all by herself with her dull little knife. it heals jack’s tortured soul in more ways than he can count. he sits down on the bed beside them, his ocean hues brimming with sheer joy and affection. ❝ the best mommy deserves the best gifts, ❞ jack coos with a smile, his heart melting as the older redhead pulls him into a hug and kisses his cheek. he instantly wraps both his arms around the two greatest loves of his life and squeezes them tight, his chest expanding. ❝ so, our plan for today is… we go to the zoo first, we grab lunch at mommy’s favorite restaurant, and then we head to lake michigan to build sandcastles and see if the water’s warm enough for the first swim of the year and, if we're not too tired by then, we'll watch the sunset. what do you think? ❞ jack inquires, pulling back just enough to look at rose and lily. still finding it hard to believe this really is his life.
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jack @ @hearthymns basically 24/7
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# 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏𝒔 said; ❛ 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾. ❜ ― 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. / accepting.
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, and jack wonders if maybe it’s only so because this hotel room balcony is situated too high up above the crowded sidewalks and busy streets of 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 for him to be able to hear most of the ruckus. there’s a warm glow of streetlights below but not a single star above — god, isn’t it weird? so different from his hometown, from 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌 even, from any place that he’s visited before. his tired body’s molded itself into one of the metal chairs, elbow pressed against the table. there’s an ice bucket in the middle holding a sweating bottle of champagne, two tall glasses flanking it, an ashtray sitting on top of his sketchbook beside a plateful of half-eaten cheeses, crackers, deli meats and olives, a pack of marlboros, a lighter.
it’s been a long day — jack’s first solo exhibition at a big art gallery, and he knows that he should be over the moon, beyond grateful for everything that he has, proud of what he’s achieved… he is, he really is. and yet, he can’t shake off this uneasy feeling that something’s not right, that he doesn’t belong in this world of rich art collectors and connoisseurs. part of him wishes he could just grab his sketchbook and go back to 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌, back to that simpler life that he loved so much. but this is all he’s ever wanted, all he’s dreamed of since he was a little boy, so what’s wrong with him?
fortunately, his girlfriend’s voice pulls him out of his nostalgic reverie before he can make up his mind and do something impulsive. jack shifts in his chair, pale blue gaze locking on her features. there’s star dust in her eyes, he thinks, mesmerized and so utterly enamored by this magical, angelic woman, as wind brushes her cheeks and dances between her strawberry-blonde ringlets. her comment makes him smile widely. ❝ so do i. i don’t think i’ve ever stayed in a hotel this fancy before. ❞ this could be heaven — expensive champagne, charcuterie boards, hot tubs and swimming pools, the most beautiful woman in the world right here by his side, so why doesn’t it feel like heaven? ❝ but i was just thinking… what do you say we go out, @hearthymns? take a late night stroll? see what central park looks like at dusk? ❞ he needs to start moving, do something or he’ll lose his mind.
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play barbie’s with me @hearthymns 😂🤍
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☆ ❫ @hearthymns said: *catches the roach in a cup and lets it loose in jack's pants by opening his pants up from the back* | 😂
❝ rose! what are you doing?! are you crazy?! stop! that’s so mean! ❞ goosebumps appear on jack’s exposed arms as a shiver runs down his back. balancing on one foot, he dramatically wiggles the leg that’s up in the air as a flash of disappointment, combined with a hint of disgust, crosses his visage. the poor little bug must be extremely confused as it slides all the way down to the blond’s ankle and gets shaken out of his pants straight onto the floor. ❝ don’t do that again. i could have stepped on ruth, ❞ he sighs, deciding that his new pet is a female and what other name could be more suitable for such a beautiful creature? ❝ i’m sorry. rose didn’t mean to be so rough with you. she’s just jealous because you’re my best girl now. ❞ his hands, ever gentle and careful, pick the cockroach up before it can crawl away and just as he’s about to transport miss ruth to her new home — an old fishbowl, that he’d filled with some sand and little rocks, a bit of greenery here and there — he gets a devious idea. ❝ do you wanna pet ruthie to show her that you’re sorry, rose? i think you do. ❞ he takes a step closer and brings his hands near his girlfriend’s face, tormenting her just because it’s fun.
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☆ ❫ @hearthymns said: ❛ i thought we loved each other. ❜
❝ what are you talking about, rose? why would you say that like — like we’re no longer in love? ❞ a frown tugs at the corner of jack’s mouth as his ocean hues continue to study the girl’s face, looking for answers to all the questions that are piling up in the back of his head. ❝ of course, we love each other. 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞. i love more than anything in this world. ❞ both hands reaching for hers in an attempt to comfort her. he needs a moment to collect his thoughts, confusion written across his visage. hesitant at first, he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, fingertips brushing against her cheek. his heart is hammering, pounding faster and faster, but he still makes an attempt to mask any misgivings, to conceal how stressed out he really is on the inside. does she not love him anymore? what is this about? why is she saying things like that? ❝ i know that this isn’t the life you’ve wanted, that you deserve better, but we’ll eventually get there, 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. ❞ he’s been working a lot harder lately, saving up every penny, and hopefully one day they’ll get to move out of this horrible place and move into a real house. so, why is she questioning the sincerity of his feelings? what did he do? it’s all so confusing.
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i want your love. let’s break the walls between us. don’t make it tough. i’ll put away my pride. enough’s enough, i’ve suffered and i’ve seen the light. baby, you’re my angel. come and save me tonight.
╰ ☆ : @hearthymns
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“we’ve been together forever, you’re the sun to my moon. i’m the moon, remember. and you’re the sun. without you, i’d be NOTHING, jack. without you– i’d never found light.” just like the sun lights the moon , the moon gets it’s light from the sun that she’s pointing at in the dark sky. she must’ve told him that long ago, when it was much warmer and they were way smaller. probably somewhere in the middle of june, the summertime bugs making her legs itch as they sat in the grass trying to catch lightning bugs and the moon was so bright that night. young wandering minds were curious about how it got so bright– the sun, of course. that reminded her so much of jack when she realized that.
╰ ☆ : @hearthymns , i’m sorry but i just have to save this beautiful thing here.
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╰ ☆ : @hearthymns , letters to rose.
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where to, miss?
𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔.
╰ ☆ : @hearthymns
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