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For every moment that my heart is apart from yours, my soul burns the colour of your eyes

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I like to imagine, somewhere in their realities, f/os feel very loved whenever someone here thinks of them fondly or cries over how much they love them.

For some reason, no matter how dark and grim their world may be, there’s a moment where they stop for a moment and feel a sense of something wash over them in an invisible light. Perhaps joy or hope, pride, glee, or maybe just content with the world around them for a moment, and all their worries fade away for a few minutes.

Maybe sometimes the feeling is so intense they can’t help but shed a tear or two of joy while doing some monotonous task before wondering where such feeling came from. Fading as quickly as it arrived.

And when you’re suddenly overcome with awe of how beautiful the sky in the parking lot is, suddenly stopping and realize how inconceivably small the chances of you existing were, about how happy you are you get to experience a world with so many of your favorite drinks, about how much you enjoy your own company, or suddenly feeling a sense of pride in yourself for something monotonous..

Maybe that’s them, loving you.

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NORAGAMI: SHUUISHUU (2011-2021) by adachitoka

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drawn in like 15 minutes with my fingers is it obvious

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yato yato yato

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yatogami icons

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ah yes finally a valid excuse to post this

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Imagine this. It's 9:40 pm and it's thundering outside, you're cuddling with your f/o in the dimmest of lights and their touch and warm. You never thought you'd feel this safe in your life, yet here you are. Their hand pets your head and holds you close as they hush you sweet nothings.

Things really do get better, it's just that the future is scary until we're in it. Your f/o is so proud of you, and you should know it. They'll always love you no matter what.

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"I love you so much”, she whispered softly as tears began streaming down her face "Then what's wrong?" He asked defeatedly, hands itching to hold her, "Tell me, darling." She drew in a quick breath, "You know so much. You own my darkest secrets. I know you could hurt me in the worst possible way. Stab me in the heart and twist the knife till it hurts. Destroy my sanity. And if it were to happen, I wonder if I'll ever recover. Perhaps not. But isn't that love? To be able to take a leap of faith, not knowing what's waiting for you at the end. Something so gentle yet so unwavering. So, I'll love. I'll choose to love you even if it scares me."

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August. No hesitation present. Only magic, eternal magic, my heart is whole.

(a response)

July. All sensation absent. Only magic, internal magic, your sky-blue soul.

Velimir Khlebnikov

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so apparently people worrying about you really isn't a totally bad thing. in that case, "if you don't find it a burden, please worry about me" is something I want to try saying more often.

...and perhaps one day I can say "I miss you" although you've only ever slipped through my fingertips in dreams I try so hard to not forget.

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I'm truly glad the moon is way up there and not down here. Too beautiful to be of this world.

But it doesn't mean I miss you any less.

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I'm glad you're not here.

I'll make it back home- promise.

I love you. Always.

- Things are shit, a haiku.

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i dont beg god for anything, but for you,

my knees have never truly left the ground

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Just googled to check and apparently it's "give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, I shall move the world"

Give me a stick and a point, I'll beat someone up

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Give me a stick and a point, I'll beat someone up

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If God so mercifully allows it, I will breathe in my grave with your name on my lips

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what is a bird without wings if not a featherless biped