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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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Eye contact is my love language. Looking into people's eyes is my way of showing that I trust them. To me looking into someone's eyes is sacred. It makes me realise the depth of their feelings with the wish that they can see the same in mine. Eyes have a language which is the best to convey emotions. No matter which one it is love, hate or anger. I think this is the reason that eyes are mentioned and described so many times in books. When someone describes eye colour they convey the time that they spent looking and thinking about them. Our eyes are windows to our soul.
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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How do I tell people that I love them, love them so much that my every pore is just bursting with it. How do I tell them that the very thought of them hurting sends shivers running down my spine and God forbid if they are the one's hurting themselves. How do I tell them that I'd rather switch places with them then see them suffer, that no matter what I'd give them my peace in a heartbeat and take their hell upon myself. How do I show them that how wonderful and amazing they are in my eyes. How do I tell them that they are loveable to me just by being the beautiful people they are that being them is the only and biggest reason behind my love for them. How do I tell them that helping them, cherishing them gives me a reason for my existence. How do I tell them that they are as awesome and infinitely wonderful to me like the stars, the sky and the seas. How do I fit all this in just an I love you. HOW?????
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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I am so sorry for you aswell. I think we could make a group of oldest daughter. With all this pent up rage and ambition we could change the world in an year.
Nothing starts the oldest daughter anger like seeing blatant favoritism and your younger sister getting away with shit that would have sent you straight to the afterlife :D
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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Same buddy I feel you. My situation is the very same. She grew up with toys and i grew up with trauma and then my parents have the nerve to say we love both of you the same I mean seriously I never say any love coming from you.
Nothing starts the oldest daughter anger like seeing blatant favoritism and your younger sister getting away with shit that would have sent you straight to the afterlife :D
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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I talked to the moon last night
I told him you are a beautiful sight
He just smiled fondly at me
And said you are the best he has ever seen
He then asked me stories of you
That’s when it all started to flow
Your wonderful eyes full of stars and light
Your lovely smile so nice and bright
Those arms so strong yet tender for me
The way you say that you love me
All those sleepy magical nights
Spent talking and solving fights
How nice your lips feel on mine
Your taste like the sweetest wine
The worry and care that you radiate
Whenever I am in a rough state
At last came the final words
That I love you like the moon loves the sun
At these words he said with a sad smile
I hope you get more time than I
With the one who you love so much
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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reblog to give the person u reblogged it from a heart shaped ibuprofen
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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I want to be a kiss. The last kiss. The first kiss. The “ I love you please don’t go “ kiss. The “ bye I’ll meet you at dinner kiss. The “I love you so much" kiss "the you are so beautiful" kiss. The "I can’t lose you" kiss. The "I am sorry" kiss. The "Don’t worry it will all be alright" kiss. The "No matter what, I am with you" kiss. The "I know you are leaving just one more" kiss. The "hey I missed you" kiss. The "god I don’t know how I got lucky enough to get you" kiss. The "you are mine forever" kiss. The "we are making a new life" kiss. The "we made a new life" kiss. The "what will I do without you" kiss. The "we don’t know who started it but I ain't stopping it" kiss. The "am I dreaming or is this real" kiss. The "just to make sure it was real" kiss. The "I wish we had more time" kiss. The "I missed you so much kiss". A Kiss.
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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No one should have a perfect and unmarked skin. Everyone should have scars and marks to tell their stories. Scars telling how horrible parents can be sometimes . A scar and a hole in my jawbone from when I was eight and fell in my bathroom dancing in the shower. Scars showing childhood fun and dumbness. A scar on my knee from when I fell running behind my school bus after seeing off a friend. Scars showing friendship. One when I was helping my mother in the kitchen shredding coconut and accidentally shredded my thumb. Scars that teach to be careful. A slightly chipped tooth from when I sewed a notebook for my friend with all my love packed in it. Scars showing love, Scars from battels I fought with my demons and lost but eventually won the war. Scars showing strength and spirit. Our skin should be a tapestry of the life we have lived.
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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I don't understand how older people can say that we enjoy COVID that it's like a blessing to us just cause we were at our homes. Like no, fuck you, we had a rough time as well. We lost friends and family to this cursed disease our loved ones who we weren't able to meet for a long time. We spent some of our supposed best years locked in and scared for our lives as well as that of others. We shouldn't be scared off on watching TV and seeing large crowds without masks. We should be free. We should be happy. WE SHOULDN'T BE AFRAID. SO DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT WE HAVE IT EASY. Or for the fact enjoy it.
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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This is the progress I made yesterday. It seems quite rough but some sanding will do wonders to it so I am not worrying much about the texture. The centre hole took me about 20 minutes and a screwdriver to make.
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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Working on my first real project of whittling. A ring for my friend (his birthday is just round the corner🎊🎊). Hoping it turns out good enough.
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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Sleep is my only mood.
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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You are as beautiful and awesome as the sky , the mountains, the moon and all the stars. Remember the same power which created all that created you with the same love and wonder.
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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We are people. We aren't supposed to stay in the same place like trees. We are supposed to eb and flow like the wind and water. Nothing can contain us.
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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I love those 2 uwu
Naruto fans: Kakashi always favored Sasuke over Naruto.
Meanwhile Kakashi and Naruto:
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I love how Kakashi was always trying to make sure that Naruto is eating his veggies
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I can't get over how Sasuke is looking at them here, lmao 😂
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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Everything starts with a breaking, a bang. Creation is nothing but chaos.
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ashaiwinchester · 2 years
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In search of a new obsession a new refugee a new home which brings some solace to the unending grief that's been surging through my veins making me want to rip something apart and in the lack of which I tear myself apart.
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