04/07/2018. This one is for my survivors. This one is for the souls who left their bodies in coffins before they were ready to be put to rest. This one is for people who have bruises in the shape of fingers that are as tender as their own hearts. This one is for those who have suffered in the silence of their laughs. This one is for the people who constructed skyscrapers using the walls they put up around themselves. This one is for the strong, for the fighters, for those struggling to find hope, to those taking the next step. This one is for you.
“Things I love you about: Eyes the way you look at me and I know everything’s going to be okay. Laugh the sound of your laughter whenever you’ve told a joke you think is so funny, it deserves to be heard everywhere. Nose the way it bumps into mine whenever we kiss. Lips the words it holds; how you tell me I’m beautiful, not in the way my hair is curled or how perfect my eyeliner looks, but when we wake up in the morning and the sunlight hits my face. Hands how you hold me when I am scared at night, when my worries eat me away but in them, I feel safe as I sleep soundly next to you.”— Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)
“They used to take me to to see the seas, sail the biggest ships and forests so green. They took me on motorcycle rides, cruises down highways and on the fastest drives. Yet, I’ve never felt as stagnant as I did whenever they held my hand and tried to lead me somewhere. But you - you take me into your room and I am in a new world. You ask me to dance and my heart has never been so full. You kiss me and all I want to do explore is your soul.”
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This is not the end by Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu) |
Other ways to say “I love you”:
i. My hands gravitate towards yours, fingers intertwine without trying, and lips touching without thinking.
ii. Whatever “soulmates” are, you are more than that to me.
iii. It’s as if I knew you from my past life, and how grateful I am to get the chance to meet you again in this one.
iv. Your heart is a black hole, the kind that pulls you into darkness with no way out, but the gravitational force is so great there is no escape for me, and even if scientists discovered a way out, I would never want to leave.
v. My heart was a barren field and you planted a bulb. You let me blossom and in time, I became a garden.
vi. All I see in your eyes are particles of eternity.
vii. Making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches becomes special when it’s with you.
viii. I was never afraid of death, but I’ve found myself more careful when crossing the street and walking home at late nights because I don’t want to miss anything.
here, and where you are.
| — | Margaret Atwood, “Corpse Song.” (via wordsnquotes) |
This was Typewriter Series #176 and couldn’t be more true. And if push comes to shove, take the blanket, but leave me the arms.
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