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Arlecchino - sara, to718
I want u , all to myselfโur eyes, ur heart, every beat of ur chest.
i want u to beat for me and withme, and for my presence to unsettle the tranquility of ur heart, making it race as if its running toward me.
i want u to beat for me and withme, and for my presence to unsettle the tranquility of ur heart, making it race as if its running toward me.
be mine, be mine alone.
i want to be ur last secret and ur first dream, to dwell in ur heart and have no one else share you with me.
I want to hear ur heartbeat tell me you're mine, and for ur pulse to falter with love whenever I draw near.
i want to be ur last secret and ur first dream, to dwell in ur heart and have no one else share you with me.
I want to hear ur heartbeat tell me you're mine, and for ur pulse to falter with love whenever I draw near.
@718
when letters become incapable of containing a feeling that overflows from the soul
and words become mere pale shadows of the storms and tranquility that stir in the chest
here silence is born, which is more eloquent than any statement.
the highest degree of expression is that which tongues are unable to utter, so the heartbeats speak instead, and the eyes are content to draw stories that have not been written in a book, where silence becomes a sacred language understood only by those who realize that the depth of meaning always lies in what is not said
718
and words become mere pale shadows of the storms and tranquility that stir in the chest
here silence is born, which is more eloquent than any statement.
the highest degree of expression is that which tongues are unable to utter, so the heartbeats speak instead, and the eyes are content to draw stories that have not been written in a book, where silence becomes a sacred language understood only by those who realize that the depth of meaning always lies in what is not said
# !! ๐ฆ๐จu๐น ๐๐ถs๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ช
when letters become incapable of containing a feeling that overflows from the soul and words become mere pale shadows of the storms and tranquility that stir in the chest here silence is born, which is more eloquent than any statement. the highest degreeโฆ
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if u find me pleasing
may u be rewarded.
And if ur thoughts are ill, i dont care.
lam but clay, molded with sins, and I am nnot the full moon that u should expect me to be perfect.
Sorrows may wound the soul
causing it to weep, and the soul then seeks another to console it.
yesterday i healed wounded souls, And today my own soul is wounded;, who will heal it?
may u be rewarded.
And if ur thoughts are ill, i dont care.
lam but clay, molded with sins, and I am nnot the full moon that u should expect me to be perfect.
Sorrows may wound the soul
causing it to weep, and the soul then seeks another to console it.
yesterday i healed wounded souls, And today my own soul is wounded;, who will heal it?
have u ever found a murdred person who is infatuated with his killer? or a drowning person who loves to drown in his ocean?
Forwarded from ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง๐ฒ.
Those who grow used to drowning stop asking to be saved.
Pain hardens them, and even love canโt undo what theyโve endured.
Theyโve drowned on dry land so many times, the sea no longer scares them.
"I have always longed for a soul like mine"
one that wouldn't leave me alone in the cold of confusion, that would hold my hand when I withdraw from the world, and whisper to me that i am not alone; a heart that sees beauty in my flaws, and strength in my brokenness, and makes its bosom my safe haven whenever life's storms rage around me."
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What magic has befallen me that makes me see nothing in the universe but him?as if all of existence has been distilled into his features, so that my eyes see nothing but his image, and my heart beats only to the sound of his footsteps.
Have i lost my senses, or has my soul finally found its lost home?
i have become like a lost stranger in the orbit of his beauty, searching for myself and finding myself only in him
as if the years that have passed were nothing but a long wait for that moment when his sun shone upon the darkness of my days
and everything vanished
leaving nothing in my universe but "hi718m" .
แธแธ ึนInfatuึชation is when loแชฒื
vึชe ึนtranscends its boundaries ึนbecoming a state that dwells in ึนthe soul before the heart.
It is a gentle lonูgiูng wearying yet indispensable.
It is an overwhelming yearning that engulfs u until u feel the woึชrld condensed intoa single ึนfึชacแชฒe.
It is when the memory of the beloved transforms into a different pulse with every thought that crosses ur miเฃชnึชd.
It is a yearning that settles deep within the soul, never leaving its place nor dissipating.
It is cherishing the moment u share more than a thousand separate days.
It is the surprise of eyes sparkling with light, guiding ur vision.
It is the trembling of a heart bearing the same name
ใพa feeling that follows it;
It is a gentle lonูgiูng wearying yet indispensable.
It is an overwhelming yearning that engulfs u until u feel the woึชrld condensed intoa single ึนfึชacแชฒe.
It is when the memory of the beloved transforms into a different pulse with every thought that crosses ur miเฃชnึชd.
It is a yearning that settles deep within the soul, never leaving its place nor dissipating.
It is cherishing the moment u share more than a thousand separate days.
It is the surprise of eyes sparkling with light, guiding ur vision.
It is the trembling of a heart bearing the same name
ใพa feeling that follows it;
"ูููู ุบูุงุจู ุงููู ูึชุนูู718ูุดูึชูููุ ุบูุงึชุจู ู ูุนููู ุฌูุฒูุกู ู ููู ุงููึชุนูุงููึชู ู."
perhaps the next stop is the refuge
where fatigue bows in respect to my patience
and masks and worries fall at the threshold of tranquility
there, i'll breathe with a depth i have never known
and realize that the road, despite its roughness, was worth it"
where fatigue bows in respect to my patience
and masks and worries fall at the threshold of tranquility
there, i'll breathe with a depth i have never known
and realize that the road, despite its roughness, was worth it"
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# !! ๐ฆ๐จu๐น ๐๐ถs๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ช
perhaps the next stop is the refuge where fatigue bows in respect to my patience and masks and worries fall at the threshold of tranquility there, i'll breathe with a depth i have never known and realize that the road, despite its roughness, was worth it"
Ultimately.. i don't aspire to much
just a space of silence undisturbed by worry
a warm corner that makes me feel at home
and that the soul that fought its battles in silence has finally earned its right to rest "
just a space of silence undisturbed by worry
a warm corner that makes me feel at home
and that the soul that fought its battles in silence has finally earned its right to rest "
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