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acluvsu · 3 months
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love is not who you desire.
love is not who admires you only after 10pm.
love is the undeniable commitment you have to someone whether you want it or not.
love is the way he puts my sun visor down for me without asking.
love is the way he holds my hand every time we cross the street.
it’s far beyond what we see, but what i feel when he touches me.
when my big heart is too soft to stand up for myself,
his is already standing up to every insecurity and enemy that comes knocking on my door.
when you think of love, you don’t imagine it having a sound.
but i swear love sounds like us laughing whether it’s 7 o’clock in the morning on a coffee run
or 10 o’clock at night - both of us putting up a fight with a fear to fall asleep.
not wanting to miss what could happen next.
no, i don’t think you understand how complex love can really get.
love is also the endless nights of bickering.
the lights are flickering at every word we speak when we’re angry.
even when we don’t mean them.
love is the way i’d let my hands bleed if that meant i was pulling the glass out of his.
Ashley Hope
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acluvsu · 3 months
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February will be filled with prayer. February will be filled with healing. February will be filled with blessing. February will be filled with love. February will be filled with peace. February will be filled with joy. February will be filled with hope. February will be filled with faith. February will be filled with strength. February will be filled with restoration. February will be filled with goodness. February will be filled with peace. February will be filled with JESUS.
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acluvsu · 3 months
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Nicholas Selman
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acluvsu · 3 months
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it’s time for you to be loved the way you have always wanted to be loved.
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acluvsu · 4 months
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acluvsu · 5 months
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acluvsu · 5 months
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I dread the day you decide to walk away.
you’ll notice my hair is sometimes frizzy,
and my face isn’t all that pretty.
maybe you’ll notice the scars on my body,
or the stretch marks on my stomach.
I know when that day comes, you’ll leave me sobbing.
Not intentional,
but with potential.
Potential to finding someone who’s hair is softer,
skin clearer and body toner.
I dread the day you say you’re leaving.
not only will it leave me shattered into pieces,
but it’ll leave my heart bleeding.
begging and pleading.
for you to stay.
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