~...Teach ME
How To Love You
Because
I Want
..To
Love You
The
Way
YOU
Want
To Be Loved
🤍
🤍🌹
🤍
I Didn't
Choose
YOU
With
My Eyes
I Chose
YOU
With
My Soul
🤍
🤍🌹
🤍
YOU
Feel
Like
Home
My Safe Place
IN
A
SEA
Of People
My Eyes
Will
Always
Search
For YOU...~
#LOVE#ETERNALLOVE
Slowly we undress it all
I see you
Stripped down to the bone
I feel you
Your naked soul next to mine
You touch me
I touch you
There’s no stopping us
We drown in complete chemistry
Our vulnerability
Deeper than the deepest sea
Shores are us
Vivid safe and sound
Love found
(vivid)
#inkMine
@InkMineStories
That 👊
Madness never arrived
with a scream.
It came quietly,
disguised as poetry,
teaching me to unravel
one syllable at a time—
until every beautiful thing
I ever wrote
began sounding
exactly like my own
eulogy.
They lived in a city where emotions were scheduled. At night, everyone missed someone... At dawn, everyone forgot why... At noon, they experienced manageable joy... After lunch, existential dread was encouraged for productivity... and on Thursdays people were permitted to be dramatic but only until 4:00 p.m.
The ones who tried to escape the cycle went to the clockmaker to have their clocks repaired, because surely that would make everything run smoothly.
Some arrived because their sadness was running five minutes late. Others because their childhoods had stopped ticking. One woman complained that her Wednesday had arrived before her Monday.
The clockmaker listened to all of them with great seriousness, but instead of repairing their clocks, he repaired the people. He removed parts of them... their childhoods, their sorrows, their anger, their joys... until everyone was just fine.
Nobody questioned his methods because the clocks kept perfect time. Nobody questioned why the clockmaker kept a box labeled SPARE PERSONALITIES beneath his desk.
But... why would they? Everything was working perfectly, right?
...
And the truth was...
...
It was only the people who arrived late to their own lives. The clocks never made mistakes... Only hearts did.
“Clockwork Madness”🩸🥀
@bionicanadian #bionicanadian ✨
(Prompt used as inspiration for the whole text)
Pinterest🩸🥀
@lightofrubi Yes yes yes absolutely yes
Water is loveeeee and aquatic elements are bliss
Kudos to you love
I wish hope pray envision you sell a lot of these
✨🌺
@MaDresTarot Bingo
I have been saying this for ages to my people of my environ
I can never remember or find a single reason to blame my exes
They all were wonderful
Yes I had my pains with them for sure but I feel I felt them then and there
Once things didn't align they turned into lessons
@MaDresTarot Hey my lovely angel 😇
How are you doing?
🪷🌺
It feels like a fresh new beginning for me too
Out from a long slumber of shedding hibernating breaking and rebuilding
Sending you lots of love blessings healings and nurture 🌹🌺
Shree Shivaya Namastubhyam 🕉️
Great thing about memories is that we can always make more of them ~ so appreciate the old ones, but also, do not forget to make new ones ~ for memories are the only thing that imprints upon us and our surrounds
~
#Choyyonikawrites#Bohemianscribes
No trauma
No triggers
Are strong enough to have a hold on us for a longer time
~
Life is after all the journey to acknowledge them nuturingly, understand their rooting with kindness and heal ourselves from it with every ounce of care from self
~
One of the superpowers we all have is that, "no tragedy is bigger than our absorption capacity and/or more than we can handle, for we are already armed with tools within; it is just that until then or now, we didn't have an opportunity to utilise them,