i like loving you up close
i was made to be your lover
💌 People as displays of affection….
Hand Holding: Thoughtful, thick knitted sweaters, chunky Mary Janes, hangs onto your every word like it’s the last thing they’ll hear, drags you around town to run errands. Paper over plastic. Laughs quietly at all of your jokes, movie nights filled with snacks, makes you breakfast in the morning.
Forehead Kisses: Covered in the color yellow, iced coffee for breakfast, remembers your food order, quietly intimidating, good at lightening the mood, their happy place is the donut shop on 6th Ave, careful glances and shy smiles across the room, saves you a seat to sit next to them.
High Fives: Broody with a heart of gold, high waisted jeans with a baggy tee, worn out vans the soles barely there, inconsistent eating schedule… dinner is at midnight, makes you a playlist with all their favorite songs, fights anyone for you, “this reminded me of you.” Text messages.
Kisses: In a constant state of smitten, finds joy in the little things, appreciates wildlife, knows every line to the film “Roman Holiday”, lace covered feet, blush pink lips, keeps a journal for all of their thoughts, eats a bite of chocolate to stay happy, greets you every morning.
Hugs: boisterous laughter, primary colors, stripes and denim jackets, a crisp apple each morning, doodles on your notebooks, collects rocks they find out by the shore, aggressively friendly, slings their arm around your shoulder, “Do whatever the fuck you want dude.”, says hello to the moon.
you will make mistakes, but user, you will never be one
stopping to take a breath and clear your mind will always be valid
today is a good day to remember that you’re alive, that you’re hearing the birds and feeling the ground. It’s a good day to remember that you’d be missed, that your soul already left an imprint on the world.
I’m honoured beyond words to have met you
oftentimes, problems arise when we are too much in our mind, and not enough in our own bodies. when you find yourself thinkingthinkingthinking, dropping down into your breath can be one of the most nourishing ways to ground yourself.
I have never known a greater friend then you and I never will.
My life is so much better with you in it and I hope you never forget how much you’re loved.
i’ve always thought it was so beautiful how people have the capability to fight for others, including complete strangers. like the fact that we have entire hospitals to help each other, the idea of surgeons in those hospitals who’d have 30+ hour surgeries to save one life. firemen running into a burning building and training for the possibility of it ever happening. people volunteering to help in a country they’ve never been after a natural disaster, expecting no money in return for their kindness. i think this urge to help and be a part of this and keep as much people as possible alive is something natural and it might just be what we were made to do and be. even if you think you’re unloved, your life would always be considered worth saving, if not by those around you then by the surgeon, the firefighter, the paramedic, the volunteer, the eye-witness who’s hell-bent on not losing you.
What a blessing it would be to have someone love you.
To have them see you inside and out and adore every little thing.
And to do the same with them back, to love someone so purely and fully that even the things they hate about themselves make you love them more.
you can love who you want to love, nothing has the power to break your heart like self denial, you deserve to love and be loved in return
in case you haven’t heard it today: this is your sign to stay. please stay.
if forces hellbent on authoritarianism and fascism keep gaining power, you know what to do. invest in your community, create a safety system of support for those at risk, hide and change what you have to in order to survive but never forget what they’re taking away. you have to fight.
this will pass, this will pass, this will pass
i survived this year. i did my best. i tried. that should be enough.
i know there are tons of “date a person who” posts. but it’s okay if you don’t want to date someone, period. it’s okay if you don’t want to date at all. it’s okay if you don’t have any interest or time or anything for it. romantic relationships are not the be all end all to life and there’s so much more out there for you to experience than romantic love. it’s okay.
a reminder that you may not make a big mark in world history you will always make a mark in someone’s personal history