Loving - Blog Posts

Quarantine days.

C R O S S R O A D

We stood at the crossroads,

Thinking for too long,

Watching the way back.

Longing for the solitude.

But there's chaos ahead,

With determination in its eyes,

Hungry for another soul

To be lost in its world.

I know I'm scared,

But who isn't.

As I set foot into this strange world.

Your presence made sense.

O B J E C T

Light me up and I'll lead you to the window of your soul.

- I heard you were a breathing object before you had me.

My #mom went to be with my #dad yesterday morning. I will miss her dearly. #togetherforever they gave myself and siblings a home of #love and #kindness and they #taught us to be #loving and #kind I'll miss you both 💖 https://www.instagram.com/p/BvUjmvOAaac/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xk08dpggqtaz

I imagine being states, continents, and even worlds apart but still remembering you, being you halfway around the world someday

siempre estás en mi mente

there are whole worlds between 'friend' and 'lover' that we don't talk about, or even have names for... there are levels of love we need to stop ignoring

Hi I have a menssage for super youmna,look e know that is not so perfect this drawing but I want to give it this gift fot being a great cheerleader and a great youtuber,Iknow the mecha sans,abyss sans and you know to draw very well,but finalle this drawing is to describe how many I admire you,bye kiss youmna I love you😘❤

Monster Countach on Marlboro livery

I'm here now. I'm in college, I'm still alive, I WANT to be alive, and I have friends I love and adore.

Still don't know how to write a book, but I'm doing my best!

I don’t go anywhere and I don’t do anything and I don’t have close friends I can trust with my life.

How am I supposed to write a book if I don’t know what living feels like

#loving #forgiving #lightintheheart ♡♡♡ Amare e perdonare non è proprio dell’uomo: è proprio di Dio o della donna. Amare significa avere una luce nel cuore. 🔸 Victor Hugo https://www.instagram.com/p/CajThOuIfKg/?utm_medium=tumblr

#loving #breathing #live ♡♡♡ Non ci sono scuse è di amore che abbiamo bisogno. Fare a botte con Dio non risolve. Fragili son le promesse se il sole gela quanto il ghiaccio. Fragili son le promesse senza amore e gli arcobaleni declinano nel nero. Nella paura si trova il coraggio. Non ci sono scuse amare e respirare sono necessari per vivere. 🔸️Mariangela Mascia 📷 ©Ph Oana Stoian https://www.instagram.com/deasolis/p/CY5xA4so0ub/?utm_medium=tumblr

… I don’t know why this one came to mind so long ago, I just felt like drawing an Underfell Papyrus With a baby brother sans.

it is not my best work, the shading is horrible, but oh well. it got the idea out of my system.

“You cannot save people, you can just love them.” — Anaïs Nin

I don't know if God is real but if they are...

they aren't loving because if they were a loving god I wouldn't be so cold and rude.

•.˚✦𓂃☆.•.・❥・.✭..•.

"Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking, loving, and dreaming. At night, everything is more intense, more true." .•.˚☆࿐

—Elie Wiesel

To my Twin Soul 💞

https://iglovequotes.net/

I see something amazing 😁 Could you see how wonderful you are? Could you see how many things you can be grateful for? Enjoy this moment, enjoy people, keep smile!

I want the type of love hozier writes love songs about.

Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, silent, night and day.

Loving you is not demanding of you, it is not forcing you, It is not to pressure you, it is not to convince you, It is not defeating yourself; is to help you free yourself from yourself, of me, of everything, is to lend you my breath, to seduce you without desires, or objectives, is to enjoy yourself.

Loving you is not reject your flaws; is to make me sensitive to them and make you sensitive to them, never expecting you to change them.

Loving you is not take refuge in your person; is to build a shelter together, with our own hands, where the whole world can fit.

Loving you is not wishing be the center of your life; is to drive you, If you let me, if I can do it, to the life of your center, without seeking rewards.

Loving you is not giving up to my dreams for you; is waking up from my dreams, with you, taken from your hand.

Loving you is not flattering you is not puffed up, It is not weakening you is not to get your attention, it is not confusing you; is to show you worth of your shadow, the wonder of your own light, is to help you live alert, is wanting you to fly while I look at you, absorbed, happy.

Loving you is not fearing you is not owning you, it is not guarding you, It is not watching over you; is hugging you warmly, is to open my door for you, is to observe you in full light, in total darkness, with the soul’s eyes.

Loving you is not just looking at you, smell you, or taste you; is looking with you at the same time anything, make me one with your smell, be part of you.

Loving you is not tell you that I love you, It’s not to think that I loved you that I will love you; is asking myself Yes I love you, is to feel it, leaving let it develop in me, without any need to tell you.

Loving you is not always be by your side, It is not always thinking of you It is not always dreaming of you; is to be available to you, is to be you, to become one with you, is to be aware of your dreams, and of mine with you, is to allow know me completely to the very center of my pain, and of my love.

Loving you is not look at you from above, or from below, from behind, from the front; is to cultivate a balance that again and again feel what happens for our common center.

Loving you is not projecting ideas about you is not idealizing yourself; is to see you from afar, from close, from within (from you), from outside, see you from beyond me.

Loving you is not loving you only when you love me, when you’re pretty when you smile at yourself, when you kiss me, when you caress me, when you walk gracefully, when you are calm, when you are happy; is to accept you whole As you are, always and everywhere, with simplicity, gladly.

Loving you is not writing you my love poems; is to be love when I write to you, and when not.

Loving you is not writing that I love you; is to share with you the best of me (love), no return, without horizon.

Amarte no es esperar algo de ti; es simplemente esperarte, en silencio, de noche y de día.

Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte, no es presionarte, no es convencerte, no es derrotarte; es ayudarte a liberarte de ti, de mí, de todo, es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte sin deseos, ni objetivos, es disfrutar de ti.

Amarte no es rechazar tus defectos; es hacerme sensible a ellos y hacerte sensible a ellos, sin esperar jamás que los cambies.

Amarte no es refugiarme en tu persona; es construir un refugio juntos, con nuestras propias manos, donde pueda caber el mundo entero.

Amarte no es desear ser el centro de tu vida; es conducirte, si tú me lo permites, si soy capaz de hacerlo, a la vida de tu centro, sin buscar recompensas.

Amarte no es renunciar a mis sueños por ti; es despertar de mis sueños, contigo, tomado de tu mano.

Amarte no es halagarte, no es envanecerte, no es debilitarte, no es llamar tu atención, no es confundirte; es mostrarte la valía de tu sombra, la maravilla de tu propia luz, es ayudarte a vivir alerta, es querer que vueles mientras te miro, absorto, dichoso.

Amarte no es temerte, no es poseerte, no es custodiarte, no es vigilarte; es abrazarte cálidamente, es abrirte mi puerta, es observarte a plena luz, en total oscuridad, con los ojos del alma.

Amarte no es sólo mirarte, olerte, o probarte; es mirar contigo a la vez cualquier cosa, hacerme uno con tu olor, formar parte de ti.

Amarte no es decirte que te amo, no es pensar que te amé, que te amaré; es preguntarme a mí mismo si te amo, es sentirlo, dejando que se desarrolle en mí, sin necesidad alguna de decírtelo.

Amarte no es estar siempre a tu lado, no es pensar siempre en ti, no es soñar siempre contigo; es estar disponible para ti, es ser tú, hacerme uno contigo, es ser consciente de tus sueños, y de los míos contigo, es permitir que me conozcas por entero hasta el mismo centro de mi dolor, y de mi amor.

Amarte no es mirarte desde arriba, o desde abajo, desde atrás, desde delante; es cultivar un equilibrio que una y otra vez sienta que pasa por nuestro centro común.

Amarte no es proyectar ideas sobre ti, no es idealizarte; es verte desde lejos, desde cerca, desde dentro (desde ti), desde fuera, verte desde más allá de mí.

Amarte no es quererte únicamente cuando me amas, cuando estás guapa, cuando te sonríes, cuando me besas, cuando me acaricias, cuando caminas con elegancia, cuando estás tranquila, cuando estás feliz; es aceptarte entera tal cual eres, siempre y en todo lugar, con sencillez, con alegría.

Amarte no es escribirte mis poemas de amor; es ser amor cuando te escribo, y cuando no.

Amarte no es escribir que te amo; es compartir contigo lo mejor de mí (el amor), sin vuelta atrás, sin horizonte.

                                   - Ousía Poética (cc)

❤ isn't being Cautious & Caring for your Emotions only, ..It's..still trying hard to shower happiness with 💔 x_inside_x

“My soul will find yours.”

— Jude Deveraux (via bnmxfld)

#Bitter but #True

love & friendship - collected writings from side wounds and other poems