#the intimacy of honesty?

[angelbaby0048]

[lovequotesandcoffee]

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'you're safe with me'- that's intimacy.

Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evenly Hugo.

[beccawise7]

Tuesday Tidbits:

If you're doubting how someone feels about you... So are they.

An honest man who wants, needs & desires a woman has no problem letting his intentions be known.

In the same manner, a woman who wants you, makes her desires crystal clear.

We all deserve better than obscurity and illusion.

Say what you mean, mean what you say.

~beccawise7💜🖤✌️

[vancalox]

writing post veilguard solas as theeeeee clingiest most reassurance-starved man in the world who literally needs to hold lavellans hand every second of the day for the next 6 years or he WILL fall untethered in the literal abyss of despair he willingly walked into in the end.

[mrsoharaa]

You lay there silently, carefully studying the languid strides of his thickly fingers delicately tapping amongst the nightstands wooden surface. A subtle tick Suguru normally does when there is something on his mind.

You adjust your head amongst your pillow, one hand still comfortably nestled beneath the fluff material holding your head. Your other slowly reaching out to meet his.

Suguru absentmindedly stares out into the dimly lit room, anxious fingers still tapping restlessly as he catches your smaller digits reach for his, from the corner of his lidded eyes. He smiles softly, halting his tapping, as he meets your reach half way, tenderly interlocking his rugged fingers with yours in a careful manner. Enjoying the comforting warmth and embrace your smaller hand brings to him.

Your eyes slowly drift up to meet his, sharing a bashful smile as your hands fully interlace with one another. A searing heat of blood gradually blooming into your cheeks, feeling his inquisitive eyes linger onto you a lot longer then expected, and his expansive hand easily consuming over yours with such grounding protection and yearning endearment.

The soft intimacy the two of you shared, igniting that familiar warmth dwelling within the both of yours beings, with such arising anticipation and all-consuming love. A moment you both wanted to share and last for so much longer.

[rosielefay]

USUK Headcannon ʚɞ

My usuk are kind of assholes, and they're alone but not lonely, because they have each other and that's all they need. I think Alfred's got the world's biggest superiority complex; he doesn't think he's a hero, no, the boy think's he's a God. Arthur switches between feelings of superiority and inferiority, but the most apt description for him is just a profound sense of otherness; he doesn't believe other people could ever understand him, they'll reach out to him and he'll smile gently but always avert his eyes.

It's a bit of Gatsby-Daisy relationship. Alfred watches him from across the pond, the only mortal worth his attention; he seeks his approval, his praise, he wants him to know he knows him, to not cast his gaze away from him as he does the rest of them. In a way it is the God who worships, but in doing so he admits his own fallibility - he knows but a dream, an idealized image. But the love of a God is flattering and so so warm, so I imagine Arthur allows it; he lets the child dream, lets his rays spread through him, his gaze straight past him. He'll be terrible, weak, cowardly, brutal, and then he'll look up at Alfred through his thick lashes, his pretty green eyes wet with emotion, and it'll all go away, the whole world shifts and bends to bring back his image of loveliness.

I think the true trajectory of their relationship is about knowing one another. Arthur would have to break down the image of Godhood, of perfection - to see the ugliness of his boy, his great legacy. Alfred must mature enough to see Arthur as something real - to destroy this romantic image of him, absolved of evil or unpleasantness, and allow him to be imperfect. To turn their warped unconditional, co-dependent love into something true and honest.

[b0bthebuilder35]

[feraltwinkseb]

July 21, 2002 - Magny-Cours, France Source: Andreas Rentz/Bongarts/Getty Images

[nilsklippstein]

Jealousy Poll

[himblebo]

Again again thinking

[destineecrystal]

This, this, this in regards to every relationship & bond I have in my life. Sadly there are way too many people in this world who fear depth & finding others who are deep, open, & raw is a rarity. But although rare, connecting with others who unapologetically share & express their depth, honesty, love, emotions, & intensity is forever top tier ❤️‍🔥

[yeesiine]

Honesty is the highest form of intimacy.

[ghostzzy]

ok yeah that was unbelievably good.

[beccawise7]

Baby girl,

You aren't special to him.

You're available. 

Stop sharing so much of your mind, body, and soul with a boy spending his time trying to get attention from any woman he can, rather than focusing on the treasure you are.

You're worth more than half truths & false promises.

~beccawise7 💜🖤

[blueeyesfilledwithpassion]

A Gift

Gather your mistakes, rinse them with honesty and self-reflection,

let dry until you can see every choice and the regret becomes brittle cover the entire surface in forgiveness.

Remind yourself that you are human and this too is a gift.

-Rudy Francisco

[midwestaesthetics]

Lovers Who Are Seekers...

Several years plus more now

And though our love is understated

It should not remain unsaid

The thought of you is never

Out of the blue, never straying

Into the fog of yesteryear

Your gentle invitation for youthful fun

And how foolish I was then to decline

I ate the apricot in the courtyard

Much to your delight, stirring feelings

I took your fancy for me as fleeting 

We were both spoken for then

And I couldn’t fathom the depth

The depths of this infatuation

And so the years they progress and we both

See the failed contenders for our love come and go

It’s only geography, not memory

Not faintness in the steady gallop of my heart

That separates us in the here and now

The symmetry of your figure then as now

Is simmering to the surface of my memory

You’re the euphoria, you’re the dopamine calming me

Have I got any wiser with age and got the guts

To say what should have always been but never was

You’re the genuine thing that transcends all this artifice

I’m seeking your love as you always sought mine

Real lovers like the cool kids ought to make things happen

Or else I go to the grave unhappy never knowing your touch