#Small Things

[life-spire]

[pistachi0art]

why didn’t we see the signs sooner

[discoveringmyself88]

Date with love

[feng-shui71]

I don't know if this is as interesting as I think it is, but what shenanigans would ensue if Albert and Jordan randomly switched bodies for a day? This can be whatever time in their relationship you think would be the most interesting/funny. Would they be able to succesfully mimic each other without causing suspicion?

Not at all anon, these two are terrible it’s a miracle nobody caught on.

[careyakane]

The lover can see the subtle changes that fall over her face at supper.

The lover can see the quiet pleas in her eyes when the noise of life grows loud with age.

The lover can see her thin dreams pulling apart their final threads, hoping secretly to be forgotten and left behind.

The lover can see time spilling out in lines and creases upon her kind, gentle hands.

The lover can see when she remembers some far-off fragment of an old self that, for a second indistinguishable to all others, holds her before taking its leave.

The lover can see when she has given all she can and then some—standing still, strong, with grace—for it was what she was taught and what she has always done.

The lover can see when she feels safe in the cradle of good company, her mind briefly resting on nothing more than what sits in front of her: her weight taken, her heart full, her eyes wide and awake, music playing a room away.

The lover can see when she is beginning to pack her things to flee, long before the words of release or anger have been said. Long before the rooms are filled with quiet. Long before the memories become his only possessions and remembrances of her.

The lover can see but rarely does he act or understand in the time that something could’ve been saved or mended and now the lover writes and writes and she changes and changes despite my words attempt at keeping her in all I knew her to be.

[p-assionateheart]

[eggsdoodz]

☕️☕️☕️

[mattsmemes]

[hannahs-quirky-moments]

Give me a quiet life. One where I can hear the trees rustling in the wind, raindrops on the windows, pages of a book being turned, coffee being brewed, and the heartbeats of the ones I love.

[oddestishottest]

same flower different place

[peppermintbits]

Smoliv variants!

Reposting these in a more simple format/closer look at the olives because I kinda disliked the background on the original image.

[pistachi0art]

bow wow

[rienziera]

So then I took my turn

What a thing to have done

And it was all yellow

[how-to-get-away-with-study]

you know sunlight in the kitchen?

during a long winter, while you make your first coffee on Saturday morning, all still calm and silent, sunlight filters through the trees outside your window and your bad thoughts haven't approached yet?

yeah that kind of brief peace of mind, you know that right?

[careyakane]

For old times’ sake.

For old times' sake, won’t you pull back all you have shed so that you might see me again in the light you once did before? Back when you were kind and gentle, and your eyes met mine when we spoke. For old times' sake, won’t you soften your voice and tell me everything will be okay? Tell me of simple things that happened in your day. Tell me of the first time we met and all the unspoken thoughts you had that fill me up with young, innocent joy to hear.

For old times' sake, find sleep on my chest until you awake in the night only to remember suddenly I am yours and you are mine. I always loved that look of surprise and excitement that took you over in those moments. As if you had been dreaming of me and for a brief second between sleep and waking, I was taken away, but then no, there I was, true, whole, and yours.

For old times' sake, rejoice with your mother over a boy that fell so suddenly into your life. Tell her of his eyes and his laugh and all the small noticings that appear effortlessly when you first come to know a person. For old times' sake, build a future with me in your mind and don’t question any of it. See the family, the home, pick the paints and the neighborhood, and leave it as you once did—unburdened with realities and facts.

For old times' sake, pick up the phone and see me once more. It’s been a year now, and my mind is slipping from what it once knew so well. You are growing blurry, and I never wanted any of this anyway. Please, just for old times' sake.