“no, we're not soulmates. this is not divine intervention. and this is most certainly not chance. i willed this. i knit the threads of fate myself until they spelled your name. i love you intentionally. i love you with every bit of conscience i was born with.”
— @masardist on twt/x
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Tenderness seeps into me when I think of you,
The heart blooms a thousand flowers all with the colors of you,
The song of my eyes as they caress you is a glorious one,
All that I am rises up to kiss you with the sweetest of devotion,
You are the one my soul knows and embraces you whole,
You are the one thing I need in this world of chaos.
e.v.e.
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A small part of one of my foolish poems:
This is the thing about love
It takes a million threads to weave it all together
But one second to tear it all apart
And it's as if
It was never there to begin with
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I don't take love differently. Like something you have to do. I love like I breathe. I love like it's what we are made for. Like not loving is not living. You see, sometimes, I may forget to talk to you. Sometimes, I may become someone you never knew. Sometimes, you may have to know me all over again. People are like crafts with many layers. You can't unfold them in a day. There's so much of learning, and relearning and unlearning. There's so much forgiving and hurting and forgiving again. You stay through the phases because you love. That's what love is all about. It's a home you can't touch, but you stay in it for as long as you live.
-Sabina Yesmin
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phoenix
Echoes of laughter, now silent and cold,
Love's tender tale, now bitter and old.
Yet in the ache, a strength does rise,
From heartbreak's ashes, a phoenix flies.
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⭐️🌕⭐️⭐️🌕⭐️ ⭐️🌕⭐️
Twilight Dreams💤
✨🌙
In the stillness of night, as respite is due,
I slip into a world where dreams imbue.
Escaping a realm where our love’s torn asunder,
Into a land where mysteries softly plunder.
Dreadful is the light that calls me from my dreams,
As dawn breaks, its harshness gleams.
But in the twilight hours, I hold tight,
To the fading whispers of a dream's flight
A universe of wonders, a sanctuary divine,
Where realities blur and fantasies entwine.
In those enchanted moments, possibilities unfurl,
A dance of shadows and light's gentle twirl.
I cling to this refuge, my haven of peace,
Where time suspends and sorrows cease.
For in the realm where dreams hold sway,
I'll linger until the break of day.
JI
04-26-24
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"I Loved You", Alexander Pushkin (translated by Antony Wood)
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It’s not where you touch her. It’s how you touch her that lights her fire. You can turn her on by just touching her earlobes, toes or forearm. A true gentleman knows.
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