A woman without a touch of mystery, depth, and elegance is like a moonless night, missing the luminous glow that unveils the secrets of the stars.
A soulmate whose love holds you like the ocean’s tide, soft, calming and unending.
I need him to love me with that fierce and primal urgency, as ancient and powerful as if it were drawn from the deepest well of human history and emotion, in his raw, deep, and potent ways ever known to mankind.
I lust, eternally and without end, a love that outlives even the eternity of stars.
Life hits differently when you choose to focus on yourself, see the extraordinary in the ordinary, brilliance and magic in the overlooked, and let small minds and draining energies choke on their own noise.
He gifted me books like pieces of his soul; stories untold, secrets unspoken, unseen worlds waiting within their pages.
In every beam of light, a shadow lingers, silent, unseen, yet inseparable. The shadow whispers what the light cannot say, carrying the weight of hidden truths, the depth beneath the surface. Two halves of the same whole, light and dark entwined, one cannot be without the other. For even the brightest star casts a shadow, and every shadow remembers the light.
Imagine you’re sixteen again-you’re making a mixtape for your crush. What songs would go on your playlist? And what would be on your playlist now?
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There’s nothing like books waiting to ruin you completely, stories that tear you apart only to leave you more whole than before.
There’s something hypnotic about watching the trees swaying in the wind, as if nature is breathing, whispering secrets in a dance older than time. For a moment, you can almost feel the earth dreaming.
Love moves like a shadow beside us, not seeking the feverish light but to whisper softly that even in our darkest hours, we are held, never cast to wander the abyss without a hand to hold.
It’s that time of the year again, when the blood rises sharp and alive, when the air bites at the edges of my skin and something deeper wakes, raw and electric, burning brighter as the days grow darker.
I treasure those rare souls with whom silence flows like a gentle river, where we sink into ourselves, lost in the maze of our minds, in our shared depths, not to escape but to meet softly at the edges of being, cradled by the same breath of the universe, as the stillness hums between us with the whisper of unseen worlds, sharing the quiet like a secret.
Desire, stripped of the deep pull of soul connection, of fire longing to fuse and dissolve into something whole, is nothing but flesh fumbling through the void, a hollow shell grasping for warmth that never arrives, and I want no taste of its venom, no part of its tainted nectar.
Why is it always "I love you," and never "I want to sink my teeth into your soul, crawl inside your skin, and bury myself in your dark warmth with insatiable hunger, binding our blood in a rhythm so deep with such ferocity that the earth sighs, and not even the cold grasp of death could pull us apart?"
Whenever the Moon bleeds into the night, I’ll weave through your veins, stitched into your skin, pulsing like a whisper beneath the darkened skies.
There is no light without darkness; each defines and completes the other. The very nature of existence depends on the balance of these opposing forces, where one cannot be without the other.