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Beilstein, Germany. 🇩🇪💚🍃

“sir” not as in a man, but as in a knight

Sources: 🍀 🍀 𖧷 🍀 🍀

“I fell in love with the way you looked at me, spoke to me, touched me without using your hands and left me breathless but still full of life.”

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I could just about burst with how much I want to just snuggle into your neck, kiss you and whisper words meant for only the two of us.

Okay, but cellulite? Beautiful. Stretch marks? *chefs kiss* gorgeous. Tummy rolls? Stunning. Acne and acne scars? Immaculate. Body hair? Still splendiferous. Guys, gals and non-binary pals, you’re all absolutely perfect just the way you are.

I love how in this generation having a pic of your loved one as your phone background is like having a picture of them in your wallet

And it changes weekly because you're always taking pictures and saving selfies.

Idk, just... 🥰🥰🥰

I would like someone to dance in the rain with me

Atmospheric mood

The intimacy of answering the phone “Hey you.” The intimacy of stopping to wait when someone needs to tie their shoe. The intimacy of knowing when someone’s voice is thick with worry or sleep. The intimacy of singing (badly) with someone in the car. The intimacy of huddling together under a shelter/umbrella. The intimacy of instantly recognising someone’s handwriting. The intimacy of trying to make plans and, “Oh no we can’t, you’re working that day.” The intimacy of matching your pace to theirs as you walk. The intimacy of being there for someone as they cry. The intimacy of “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.” The intimacy of feeling someone’s warmth through their clothes when you hug. The intimacy of being given change that’s warm from the heat of someone else’s hand. The intimacy of shared, comfortable silence. The intimacy of knowing how someone would react. The intimacy of keeping the radio off when someone falls asleep on a long car journey. The intimacy of sharing one earbud each. The intimacy of noticing someone’s nervous habits. The intimacy of “I had a dream about you.” The intimacy of inside jokes. The intimacy of feeding someone food as they drive (or really any other time). The intimacy of knowing just how someone likes their tea/coffee. The intimacy of trying something new together and having no idea what you’re doing; the shared hesitancy. The intimacy of someone saying “Text me when you’re home safe.” The intimacy of someone falling asleep next to you. On your shoulder. In your company. The intimacy of sharing secrets in the nighttime, because 3am will never tell. The intimacy of someone’s pet recognising you and coming over to say hello. The intimacy of “This made me think of you.” The intimacy of borrowing a jacket still warm from their body heat.  The intimacy of seeing someone’s unfocused eyes when they first wake up. The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?” The intimacy of someone sharing the meaning behind their tattoos. The intimacy of just looking at someone and dissolving into laughter together.

(by dani caxete)

rainy day ⛈️

Some soft reminders for myself:

Everyone recovers at their own pace.

It's okay to take your own time.

Small steps is still moving forward.

You're doing great, keep going.

Appreciate yourself and how far you have come.

Celebrate yourself, your achievements, specially the small ones.

The journey of self love isn't easy but it's worth it.

I am worth it.

   MilaMai

Marie.L.Manzor 💚✨

Oh to have a picnic under a willow tree ♡

(via)

not to be nsfw but i wish someone was playing with my hair and giving me sweet kisses on the cheek and forehead rn

“this reminded me of you” is one of the sweetest things someone can tell you. you’re in their thoughts frequently enough for them to see pieces of you in a song they listened to or a book they read or even in the character of a show they’re watching

Quiet rainy day.

🥀 𖧷 🥀 𖧷 🥀 𖧷 🥀 (Please let me know if you know the actual sources)

but you see, I'm in LOVE. I'm in love with the way my best friend talks to me at 3 a.m., the way my mom makes my coffee, the way my brother gives me half of his orange. I'm in love with strangers I pass in busy streets and the way the newspaper boy sits on his cycle, the way people hold hands and the way their eyes shine. I'm in love, I'm in love with it all.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

“i love you” is ❤️❤️❤️ but alsoooo:

- “this made me think of you”

- “i missed you so much”

- “i picked this out for you”

- *plays with hair*

- *swings an arm around you*

- “i’m glad you’re here”

- *tight prolonged hug*

- “i wish i’d met you sooner”

- “i’m in if you are”

- “i saved you a seat”

- “i was just thinking about you”

- “you’re my favorite person”

- “you make me laugh/smile”

- “hey, i appreciate everything you do for me”

*catches them smiling at you or just looking at you endearingly*

Netflix, blankets, rain on the window, movie on the background while we’re making out and all cuddly.

Need that.

Rainbow cat (Source: http://ift.tt/2lFmDNb)

There are lights up here in the north

I want to be something to you

A page in a book that your thumb turns over

The edge of a desk which your fingers graze

A hem that settles over the curves over your collarbones

Molds with every bend of your body

How I want that to be me

I want you to look at me and see safety

Grace my rigid bones with idle touch and

Count time in the chapters of knowing me

To long for me

The way you do the warmth of your jacket

Or the freckled sun on your window during fall

The rainstorm that hums you to sleep as candles burn out around you

I want to touch you gently and say

I’m here

Those are my lips at your nape

The kiss of my breath against your shirt

The scent of me in your clothes, stirring memories with the passing of the wind

I want to be woven into what soothes you

I want to be your rainstorm

I want to be something to you

E. Clair

Can’t wait for those days where we can just have a lie in and lay in bed, all cuddled up, a little longer than usual. When we get up we’ll drink our morning tea or coffee and slowly make our way through the morning, just the two of us with a companionable silence in the air. I want to spend those calm days with her, only her, with not a single worry on our minds, and a sort or peace in the atmosphere that comes with truly finding your home.