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[browngirl9diary]

Maybe in another life, I’d be your pastoral daydream wife. Maybe in another life, I’m your windowsill sourdough and handwritten letters kind of wife. For now, meet me at first light in Stardew Valley. We’ll go mining for ore and fall in love between levels

[a-kookie-writes]

I'm waiting. Patiently.

At the coffee shop we all agreed to meet at.

With the diluted iced chocolate coffee sitting by my side, it doesn't really taste as good as when I bought it two hours ago. The ice has melted, the chocolate formed clumps in the bottom of the cup, and my hands are sticky from how hard it was to put the messy lid back on the cup.

It's raining a lot outside... I don't have an umbrella.

I feel a bit cold.

[citruslife]

And it was there, in life’s pauses, that she felt the most free...

[panicatthepokemongym]

I glanced towards the wistful girl that sat beside me. My eyes followed the delicate strands of raven hair as they danced in the breeze around her shoulders. I wondered how I had gotten here. When had fate decided to place this beautiful being beside me? I took in her strong frame covered in a baby blue, lace dress that left her shoulders bare and lazily pooled around her knees as she rested next to me. Her gray eyes gazed up at the sky, her head tilted as she discerned the clouds’ shapes. I could hear fate chuckling at my misfortune. Judgement day had come after all. I shook my head. What was I supposed to say to this girl? How does one begin a conversation with someone they appeared next to? She finally turned to me, allowing me to see into those gray storm clouds of her’s. This girl’s soul resembled an elegant butterfly, fluttering in the breeze and unaware of the world’s cruelty. 

      “Who are you?” A precious melody drifted through the air. 

      “I don’t really know anymore,” I said truthfully.

[pillarsoflight521-blog]

There are moments where I sit comfortably in silence when the whizzing and flashing world around me is anything but

yet here I am

Golden and honey rays seeped through the blinds, rap music blared from the truck that the bickering construction workers and the clanging works came from, the neighbours are chitchatting and here I am—basking in the warmth of whizzing cars and people as I sit. Alone. Just observing. Cool breezes snook in from the window that I never meant to open but didn’t have strong enough feelings to shut.

Blissful. The sun once again feels like nectar touching my skin and I’m bathed in my last marigold piece that was painted two weeks ago. In reality, two weeks really isn’t that long ago; however, the last two weeks of suffering in confinement and medicine was dreadfully long. Now that tossing and dizzily diving into never-ending lists, arguing, and to dos never were really worth doing is pushed aside; I can breathe. 

I peered at the green trailing from the yard into the streets and suddenly I’m back to 2 years ago. My father was a short man, but nothing short of wonder with his sprinklers. Managed to make petunias, blossoms, and fruit spring miraculously in our stubborn dirt. He often raised his voice at the conference tables, but here at home he was a man of few words. He was straightforward passing me the grubby shovel and gloves. Between exchanges of our short words, absolute silence hung. The quiet breathing and silent loving of understanding and nature surrounding us was enough.

[kalibrixton]

Day 6! Can't wait for you all to meet the whole gang, starting with Deacon and Charlotte 💖💋 My rough WIP from Book 1 of The Vow Series... I felt a rough touch under my chin and my head was slowly lifted until my teary eyes met with his.  He was comforting me, holding me, caressing me, trying to peer into my soul.  If I died this very moment, I don’t think I could ever be happier.  Deacon was showering me with compassion. “Deac…” my voice came out as a whisper, carried away on the wind.  I thought he hadn’t heard me until he framed my face with his large fingers and kissed me.  Gentle at first, deepening with passion with each passing second.  He kissed me like a dying man taking his final breath.  Kissed me like tomorrow didn’t exist and it was a stroke before midnight.  Wanting, longing, desperation…  I could feel it in every spark between us—an eternal flame being lit. He pulled away from our passionate kiss, leaving my lips swollen and wanting more.  His deep voice vibrated off the walls and within my heart, words coated in sincerity and something else I couldn’t quite peg.  “Tell me what you want, Charlotte.” What did I want?  A million and one things—and every single one of them involved this man.  “You” was the only word I could let slip past my lips.  I needed to feel him, embrace him—every sharp, broken, beautiful piece of him.  I wanted him to be my first, my only.  I knew this night would change us both forever.  I had wanted to stay a virgin until marriage, but if marriage didn’t involve Deacon, I couldn’t let this moment pass me by. He stiffened for a moment, then as he exhaled deeply, he leaned forward and tenderly kissed me.  One whispered word fell from his full lips.  “Okay.” #wip #futureauthor #authorchallenge2019 #authorsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #thevowseries #tohave #bestfriendssister #forbiddenromance #romance #romanceauthor #romanceseries #book1 #mybaby #novel #writingblurb https://www.instagram.com/p/BtkBPGqAX9U/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=176j3uomhvn46

[a-kookie-writes]

In each laugh you make, I solidify it into my memory.

It's a beautiful sound. Even if you snort so loudly, slap my back so hard I stumble a bit, or even if people look at us weirdly...

I adore the sound that comes out of your lips, I hope I hear it a lot more often now that I've remembered you.

[citruslife]

Mortal

It felt like mortality frequently does, punctuated by the peripheral deaths of those around us. Not people you're close to, but those that you knew briefly as an acquaintance. The ones whose death doesn't shake you and bring tremors to your reality, rather the faint echo of some distant, yet ever present reminder that we all die some time.