Warmth - Blog Posts
Light world
Here's a fan art I made of Noelle, Susie and Kris from Deltarune
P.s: Berdly is the one taking the photo.
Intimacy.
Squishy and subtle intimacy, not the boisterous kind. The gentleness of whispering in the night, pressing on your laughter in a futile attempt to stay quiet. Sounds of shushing, lit eyes filled with all the sparkle in the universe. Feather-soft chuckles. Tender and tranquil intimacy. Arms wrapped around the waist, tickles and soft breaths like the summer breeze. Pepper-light kisses, of whatever kind of love along with a sweet ever-lasting gentleness. Secret signs, inside jokes, hidden conversation with a contagious effect. The intimacy of knowing that someone loves you just as you do, of having flowers bloom in your heart just by seeing them. The intimacy of being enveloped in such a stupendous amount of warmth, that your heart is left in nothing but a fuzzy pool of honeyed liquid, *absolutely melted*. So much so, that you feel like you're nothing but a clueless marshmallow, floating so peacefully on the top of the biggest, hottest, loveliest cup of hot-chocolate ever. The intimacy of someone speaking for you, sharing your preferences before you could even ask for it or correct someone. The saccharine feeling of the sun on your back on a mildly-cold morning, the scent of flowers tangling with the flowers in your own chest. Tingling, glowing, weaving, creating~ You know that it's the right kind of intimacy, that you're truly being loved, when your emotions get so candied, that they start dripping, radiating joy, enough to bring about a sugar-rush. You know that you've truly accepted others' care and gentleness, when the cuteness aggression truly gets to you. And, you're left speechless, in the best way possible.
To my two followers, sorry for spamming these photos, I just like these crops better than the originals. There's a painterly quality to them.
Siempre es hoy (Hacia el Sur)
I love walking around the cemetery, it’s so peaceful and I don’t feel alone (sorry if this sounds a bit weird😔)
I love drinking warm water- it brings out the taste of the chemicals in the tap water
The other day I was staring at the moon and it really got me thinking , do I have a charming personality -?? For her to get flustered and hide behind those clouds , the pink hue around her gave me an answer , October clearly had its fair share of goofiness with me
~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌
There’s just something about watching people doing lovey dovey things for others , be it a gesture as simple as holding the door for them, giving an extra tip, saying “it’s on me” with those sweetheart smiles , greeting your neighbours on your way to work and arguably forcing your best friend to let loose as I put my playlist on and let them be, I’d much rather be a part of the crowd witnessing something beautiful than the act itself , sort of like fireworks , I want it to stir something in me , sweep me off my feet than the other way around. Maybe its in fear of doing the act, or feeling like I won’t do them justice,nevertheless it’s a warm and bubbly feeling. For now I’m content, for now.
~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌
I’m the kind of person who’d enjoy watching someone, telling me the way around , how they’re familiarised with their surrounding , how they know the ropes , how they know the people , how they remember the time at which the mailman delivers daily letters for those at work , how they know about the girl who gets the sweetest coffee in office , how they know about mrs.Clark’s newly purchased Mary Janes, since she wanted to keep up with the trends but ended up falling in love with the pair , how they know who sits where, how they know when to approach someone or not. The overdose of empathy and familiarity in the workplace makes me feel so domestic , it’s such a content feeling seeing someone settle down and get to know others , gets me thinking who would’ve initiated conversation, the first date, the first meeting, the first party, the first get together , the first call. Their first everything, and the growth and relationships they’ve nurtured, has me fascinated.
~ Ghosts of tulips past :: 💌