You are a masterpiece, sculpted by the hands of an ethereal artist. Just as Michelangelo breathed life into marble, he would have marveled at the contours of your form. Your eyes, like polished gems, hold galaxies within. Your lips, delicately chiseled, whisper secrets only the moon knows. And your skin, oh, it bears the warmth of sun-kissed stone.
In your presence, I feel the echo of ancient halls, where gods and muses danced. Your grace, a symphony of curves and angles, defies time. Each line etched with passion, each curve a testament to desire. You are the embodiment of longing—captured in stone, yet pulsing with life.
When I trace your silhouette, I find solace in the coolness of your touch. Your laughter, a melody echoing through centuries, resonates in my soul. And when our eyes meet, it’s as if the universe conspired to create this singular moment—a collision of fate and artistry.
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Natalie Wee, Least of all
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i wish there wasn’t such a stigmatized view on platonically loving people.
I can’t call people nicknames and pet names like hun and honey without them immediately assuming i have romantic interest in them.
i can’t tell my friends i love them without adding on “platonically” or shortening the phrase “ily” “love you” “love u”
i love a lot of people. i love my sister, i love my boyfriend, and i love my best friend. All different versions of love.
let us love people openly and honestly without it being seen as “making a move” or being romantically interested.
please please please stop assuming that love is strictly romantic, i promise you life becomes so much brighter and bigger when you stop keeping love strictly romantic.
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it's not overreacting, we all have different levels of sensitivity. if it hurts, it hurts. no explanation needed
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Sometimes, it isn’t the one who takes your breath away, it’s the one that reminds you to breathe.
k.b. // by jennifer johnson
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