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that’s why her hair’s so big;
it’s full of SECRETS!!
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don’t mind me
i’m gonna reboot this blog probably on a whole new account
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Maybe this would make them gentler, more loving, knowing there were walls torn down between them, promises in place.
No, it wouldn’t.
She would be more trusting with him, more intimate, but he would still put her things on the top shelf, and she would still keep a bottle of holy water around for when he crossed whatever lines were left. But this moment of weakness would always be there, the opposite of what she had hoped for when she left him without notice months ago. She wanted freedom.
Maybe independence and loneliness were different after all.
She kept him close, close enough to kiss him again, her lips soft and sweet against his. “Okay. Then you’re staying, and I’m not going to leave.”
Never being alone again, that could be nice.
A moment passed where she couldn’t breathe. her breath caught on empty promises she wanted to fill and excuses she wanted to make. Anything to keep herself from breaking promises she couldn’t hold herself to. She dared to believe he could love her, for whatever that word was worth, and she wondered…
Was she blaming her mortality for her own inability to keep to that promise? Could she only not agree to it because it was giving him the opportunity to tie her to him then leave? Was she more afraid of hurting him, or of him hurting her? If she stayed with him, if she agreed not to lock him out ever again, to stay in his arms, there was no unspoken promise of the opposite also being true.
She pulled away.
Just a touch, enough to put some distance between her skin and his lips, enough to look him in the eyes.
“Can you promise me the same?” Please. She wouldn’t use that word yet; he ha earned it in only sparse situations, but the intimacy and vulnerability she had granted him almost freely at first was not nearly as personal as this. She believed she could defend herself if he hurt her then. Now? Now, withholding that word was her last defense.
The last brick in a wall she had put up years before, but if she wanted him to stay, if that was really what she wanted, she had to let him in. Completely. No more walls, no more defenses.
Her breath shook, but no more than her shoulders, her knees.
“Please?”
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You were the half to my whole; but I wasn’t yours.
fallingwithdesire
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fuck your white washed aesthetic !! (( the academic ))
“It’s only failure if you don’t learn something,”
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fuck your white washed aesthetic !! (( the nature lover ))
“A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them,”
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Are you a roses or lavender person? poetry hoe or art hoe? eyeliner or lipstick person?
#//wow i am both roses and lavender#//poetry and art#//and also eyeliner and lipstick#//so#//this is awkward#;;about the mun#;;ooc
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#|| ooc.#//i have had#//not a bad day but like#//the kind of day where the good is outweighed#//by little things that spend all day chipping away at you#//until your fucking phone breaks#//and you don't even have the energy to be upset about it#//because ofc your phone broke#//you've dropped it 30 times and nothing happened#//but today is just the kind of day where your phone shatters#//yeah#//that's the kind of day i had#//i'm on skype but i'm trying to figure out how to lift my spirits before bed#//because usual methods are not available
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Help; my wife just printed out a list of “things to talk to the plants about” so we can help them grow
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and it’s all FUN & GAMES
‘til somebody falls in ℓove.
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A moment passed where she couldn’t breathe. her breath caught on empty promises she wanted to fill and excuses she wanted to make. Anything to keep herself from breaking promises she couldn’t hold herself to. She dared to believe he could love her, for whatever that word was worth, and she wondered...
Was she blaming her mortality for her own inability to keep to that promise? Could she only not agree to it because it was giving him the opportunity to tie her to him then leave? Was she more afraid of hurting him, or of him hurting her? If she stayed with him, if she agreed not to lock him out ever again, to stay in his arms, there was no unspoken promise of the opposite also being true.
She pulled away.
Just a touch, enough to put some distance between her skin and his lips, enough to look him in the eyes.
“Can you promise me the same?” Please. She wouldn’t use that word yet; he ha earned it in only sparse situations, but the intimacy and vulnerability she had granted him almost freely at first was not nearly as personal as this. She believed she could defend herself if he hurt her then. Now? Now, withholding that word was her last defense.
The last brick in a wall she had put up years before, but if she wanted him to stay, if that was really what she wanted, she had to let him in. Completely. No more walls, no more defenses.
Her breath shook, but no more than her shoulders, her knees.
“Please?”
Needed. Wanted. Held, desired, adored. Needed. Needed, needed, needed. This was something she had never felt in the past, an now she stood, held tightly in his arms, needed. He begged her not to go, and her breath caught in her throat. Could he be serious? Could he need her that much?
“I… I can’t promise that.” They held each other at arms’ length; that’s what they had always done. With insults and assurances that they didn’t care, about anyone much less each other, they made sure they never got too close. And now he was asking her to stay so close to him. For an implied eternity.
She wouldn’t last that long, immortal as she seemed compared to humans; her Earthly form would wither and rot away, centuries from now. or sooner. She could be killed, this body rotting away long before she expected.
“I can’t… I’ll stay as long as I can, but I won’t be here forever.”
She wanted to, but that’s what scared her the most. She felt needed for the first time in her life, and she liked it.
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She wraps her legs around your waist.
She whispers in your ear.
“Stay.”
This is your cue to kiss her. Wrap your fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet beat beat beating.
She won’t always be this vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of your hand.
This is your cue to pull her closer.
Place a gentle thumb on her bottom lip and breathe. “Stay, stay, stay” she says.
Tell her you will. Tell her: “okay.”
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #200 (via blossomfully)
#;;the rain's fire#//jesus h. christ#//except satan's the one vulnerably saying stay#//and hadley's reminding him of her own mortality#//a+++ relationship guys#//u da best#//fuck them both
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