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#Ámame
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Ámame, pero nunca te olvides de hacerme brillar.
-Dark prince
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No saben la lucha constante en mi cabeza por no dejar de comer, por no llegar a ese punto en mi vida solo por querer ser delgada. Amo todo lo que soy ahora y es una guerra constante que mi mente me diga que me veo bien ahora y 5 minutos después me diga que me vería mejor delgada.
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desorden-en-letras · 1 year
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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧̃𝐨 ¿𝐏𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞́ 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞?
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐊- 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞
-𝒔𝒏𝒉𝒏𝒌𝒌𝒎𝒏
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No sé cómo explicarle a mi corazón que no me buscas porque no me necesitas más en tu vida.
-Mel✨
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leregirenga · 1 year
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Ámame está noche, no importa que no haya una luna resplandeciente, que los luceros no adornen o que una estrella fugaz no crucé el cielo para que se cumplan nuestros deseos; eso, lo hacemos nosotros.
Seremos brillo de estrellas al besarnos, iridiscencia lunar al respirarnos, nos perderemos en alguna galaxia lejana al entregarnos al amor y en algún planeta nos podremos abrazar mientras un te adoro sale de los labios.
Leregi Renga
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dark-side-ronnie · 2 years
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me gustaba llorarte de la felicidad que me provocabas, de lo lindo que se sentía ser amada por ti... últimamente no me gusta llorarte, porque ya no lloro de felicidad, ahora lloro porque me haces sentir insegura, que te molesto.
Solo me gustaría decirte que necesito que me digas "te amo" y "te extrañe" más seguido para sentirme mejor, que cuando me veas ansiosa o distante me recuerdes que nada malo pasará entre nosotros y que aún estás muy enamorado de mi. Me da miedo ser la que te enseñe amar a la indicada, yo quiero ser la indicada, dejame serlo.
Necesito que me hagas sentirme segura. Siento que pido demasiado, pero al mismo tiempo, creo que para la persona indicada, nunca es demasiado, y yo quiero sentir que no soy demasiado para ti, que no soy muchas inseguridades, traumas y dependencias emocionales.
Literalmente solo quiero que me digas que me has extrañado y que me amas, ¿podrías decírmelo sin que yo lo diga primero?
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pretenditsok · 2 years
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Si no me ibas amar bonito porque no me dejaste en paz 🥲😭
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lamourdesadolescents · 9 months
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a punto de consumirme en tu vil fuego e incendiar junto a ti
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shemashenny · 1 year
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Una noche de felicidad, angustia y espera
Hoy es cumpleaños de alguien especial en mi vida y me encantaría que lo celebre a tu lado. Pero se que habrán muchos mas años en los cuales lo celebraremos juntos.
Siento que progreso cada día y al fin puedo dejar a un lado el “lo hará”, “lo haría”, “pasará”, etc; todo por un “YA ESTÁ”. Brindar la confianza que siempre decía que daría y que quiero dar.
Cada día qué pasa es un choque de ideas y pensamientos que a veces solo rompen mi alma, cerebro y cuerpo; pero sabe que es todo o nada. Ya que a contigo tengo TODO y sin ti no soy NADA.
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ambedo-blog · 1 year
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dudo poder vivir sin tí...
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En ti no quiero encontrar un lugar donde ser reparado, porque quiero que me ames, no responsabilizarte de mi dolor. En ti, sólo quiero encontrar un lugar donde pertenecer, conocer todos los días la calidez.
-Dark prince
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saltyfilmmajor · 10 months
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Lane’s gloves are wet with blood, warm and sticky. It should appall Ethan, but when he looks into Lane’s eyes, they’re not the cold dark ones he expects. Lane looks at him in anticipation, perhaps even fear, because of what he has done. The knife falls from Solomon’s hand and clatters loudly on the concrete floor. Vinter’s body is still, his blood pooling beneath him, no sign of life.
Ethan walks towards Solomon, no words needed to be exchanged between them. Lane cups Ethan’s face with his bloodied glove, gentle despite everything. They both lean into each other, closing the distance between them. As Lane pulls away, he whispers under his breath. “Stay, would you?”
Ethan swallows his breath “We can’t…”
Solomon presses his lips against Ethan’s forehead, as he holds onto Ethan like he is the answers to all his prayers, “Please,” His voice is so much smaller, still raspy, but there is no coldness like Ethan is used to. “I’d do anything, for you.”
 
 Not even God has felt a reverence like this, the desperate longing from Lane is enough to break Ethan’s wall as he nods along. “Anything?” Ethan whispers back.

“Just say the word.”
 
Ethan reaches back for the hands cupping his face, holding them in his own. He can’t bring himself to care about what Solomon has done, nor about what he will do. In his way, Lane, cares for him. Wants for him, despite how opposed they are. Ethan can’t bring himself to deny that which he desires. Not anymore.
“Then kiss me again.”
Solomon does so eagerly, like the world was coming to an end, refusing to let any part of Ethan go unclaimed.
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thecacomixtleblog · 2 months
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Hola cariño, hoy es el 6to día que no te veo y cuando lo pienso y no te tengo tomado de mi mano, o no siento el olor a ti, o no siento el calor de tus pies tocando los míos se me apachurra el pecho y abrazo mi corazón con tu recuerdo, con la memoria de los días en que hemos estado, en que tu ser y tu presencia han abrazado y me han acurrucado el alma y entonces, es suficiente; es suficiente para sentirte de nuevo aquí, conmigo, cerquita.
Te amo siempre, Luis. ❤️
-Paty
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smileflowcr · 7 months
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"Sí sí... dame cinco minutos y te ayudo en... ¿Qué era? Perdón, no estaba prestando atención." comenta, su mirada fija en el monitor del pc y sus dedos moviéndose rápidamente sobre el teclado mientras intenta derrotar al jefe final de la mazmorra. [ @perffvme ]
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all this talk about the dash being dead like literally just say u miss me 🤩🤩🤩🤩
Stfu bitchhh you shouldn’t have left me in the first place, you know i go insane if I’m being left to my own devices for too long 😩😩
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tirameunpaso-felix · 2 years
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Ámame, quiéreme || Felipa
@letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo
Félix would probably say that he was an expert on marriage, if anyone were to ask him. He had been married a very long time now, and at least to his knowledge, his marriage had always been a very happy one. There were certain things to keep in mind you see, in a marriage. And one that Félix always remembered, one that he always kept on the forefront of his mind, was that you never stopped dating your spouse, not even after you married them. Not even after ten years, twenty, fifty!
Hence the plot he had hatched. That he had been hatching, since his birthday. The idea had come to him very suddenly, and he had been rather busy (and it was so hard to find a cumbia band in England, it turned out - especially one that was willing to drive out to Swynlake but ay! Shush! He was getting ahead of himself), so planning had taken a little while, but that was fine. Prom was months away, and by the time June came around, Félix was ready.
His plan began thusly: he went up to Georgina, the woman who happened to be working the front desk at Town Hall that morning, and slipped a floral-patterned envelope across the table. He knew that, right about now, Pepa would be getting ready for her lunch break. The perfect time to strike. Georgina took the envelope, and Félix watched her as she began the way to the Mayor's office. Good, good -- so far, his plan was going perfectly.
Georgina trotted along whilst Félix disappeared, out the door and across the road, scurrying into the park. He knew Pepa. She would not be able to resist such a mystery!
At Pepa's desk, Georgina dropped off the note, her eyebrows arching. "A man left this for you at reception." She said simply, setting it down before she walked away again.
Inside, in Félix's familiar handwriting, was a note: Come outside and find me, mi amor
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