#lingering

[impossiblyimpossibletyphoon]

Babygirl

[an-experienced-gentleman]

Their scent lingering in the air.

Six Sexy Words

[summerwages]

promising..

[drivelikeiido]

does anyone else constantly have matty’s yellow north face coat brainrot or is that just me?

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

I just woke up and still the first thing in my mind is you..

[madmeowblog]

my roommate

sometimes,

late at night

in the depths of my dark room

i turn over

and expect to see you there.

laying there.

nose to nose with me

your brown eyes staring deep into mine.

breath intertwining,

your chapped lips grazing my own.

but,

my room is different now.

i now have a TV that sits on my dresser

and a lamp on my nightstand

to keep the monsters away.

you see,

there are places that you have no longer touched,

places where your presence doesn’t even begin to linger.

all except my bed.

although i have new sheets,

and a brand new bedspread,

i can occasionally still feel you there.

i imagine i can still smell the lingering of your scent,

damp hair from the shower of earlier that day.

all in the place where we spent our time the most

the place where our bodies became one.

so much time has passed,

so much has changed,

yet i have to ask:

when will the day arrive that you finally leave my room?

[cutours]

ok so i rlly wanna be on here i rlly wanna write!! i think im just so bad at interacting it rlly weighs me downn

[wetslug]

microtear in my glove while cutting open bowel. ive washed my hands 5 times and i still smell shit in the air

[the-enchanted-mistakes]

[aoblossoms]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: わたしの幸せな結婚 | Watashi no Shiawase na Kekkon | My Happy Marriage (Anime), わたしの幸せな結婚 | Watashi no Shiawase na Kekkon | My Happy Marriage (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kudou Kiyoka/Saimori Miyo Characters: Kudou Kiyoka, Saimori Miyo Additional Tags: Lingering, snow fall, petal showers, Inspired, i really like ryeowook song lingering, Sweet, Confessing love, Fluff, Sweet Fluff Summary:

lingering (to be with you)

Even the beautiful goodbyes You're lingering, lingering

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Karma

-

I have very few possessions.

Moving from place to place,

They tend to become scattered.

Taking new homes in places,

Giving new memories onto others.

Sometimes, I long for these items,

But not often.

Not desperately.

They carry with them scars,

Torn pieces and marks

From their time with me.

I've never learned the secret

To holding things gently.

However,

I've never been around

Anything as beautiful as you.

While I loved those pieces of me,

It was easy to handle them.

With anger,

Or with passion.

To see my claw marks within them.

Maybe that makes me a bad person,

But you look at me with tired eyes,

And ask for my teeth.

I'd take great joy in lingering on you,

Wherever you may end up.

For you to be unknowable,

If they do not learn of me.

But even so,

While I'm used to losing things,

I swear I'm used to losing things-

I'm not sure how to recover.

With my body scared, marked, and torn

From you.

x

[impossiblyimpossibletyphoon]

[random-xpressions]

I have lingered for quite long by Your street,

wouldn't You pull the curtains aside now

and grant to me the coolness of beholding

the vision of that radiant face...

Random Xpressions

[tenth-sentence]

Drinian thought it strange that the Prince should choose that place of all places, to linger in.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair" - C. S. Lewis

[imperfectskeleton]

Thinking about how you convey lingering and pause with movement.

Because you can’t see things without negative space.

I can’t quite communicate the thought but basically, in my mind, there is this little animation playing. You can’t see the healing without the pain. You cannot linger in the sun without the knowledge you must go inside.

If you could stay forever, it wouldn’t matter that you want to.

[p0ck3tp03t]

Petals to Thorns

Pitch rose whose scent lingers Softly held between my fingers Carried by wind beckoning rain Memory drowned in pouring pain

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