I'm not asking for much. Just wishing I could go to bookstores and museums with a pretty boy and talk about things we love passionately for hours and make each other laugh, waltz to music in a hall.
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Okay but am I the only one with a special love for declarations of love that border on religious/sacrilegious?
I mean i just love that “my future husband becoming to me my whole world; and more then the world: almost my hope for heaven. he stood between me and every thought of religion… i could not, in those days, see god for his creature: of whom i had made an idol” "heaven did not seem to be my home and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth" "heaven and hell were words to me" "do not swear at all. or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee" "he knows himself to be equal to the gods" "that man seems to me to be equal to the gods who is sitting opposite you" "if love is a religion, i'll worship you morning and evening" "i love you so much my heart names you after gods" "she's a goddess. my muse, my lover - i worship her devotedly and sacrifices daily and she loves me back with a savage barbarism only the greek goddesses could" "she's a myth, she's a legend. one look at her is sure to lock you out of heaven" "i want to devour you. you want to devour me. so let's consume each other. it's communion - though it sure doesn't look like church" "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" "if the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece" "we were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other" "my love is not idolatrous, okay? that’s bullshit. it’s not. i’m just saying it’s theological perfection, that’s all. like the Holy Trinity, but a hundred times better" "take me to church: i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. i'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife. offer me that deathless death. oh good God, let me give you my life" "you built me palaces out of paragraphs. you built cathedrals" "women were to me a cathedral. beautiful and religious even. their ability to make worshipers… worth writing a poem for" "i would have come out of eden to open the door for you if i had known you were there" "i slithered out from eden just to outside your door" "my church offers no absolutes; she tells me, 'worship in the bedroom.' the only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you" "and if the devil were to see you he would kiss your eyes and repent" "love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it's like religion. it's terrifying" "i wanted to know what I looked like to you. a sin committed and a prayer answered, you said" "she'll give you all your desires but her demands are sacrificial" "there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin" "he thought her body gave him his first name. he thought her thighs could tell him who he was. he thought lust and love had the same hands" "it's more then love she feels for him... it's more like worship" "to fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god" "unholy. killer of men. makes you wonder how much longer till you give in" "if my love is blasphemous, then may i burn i hell" "her beauty is so great that heaven is flawed for the lack of her" "if I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight. to keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice" "i would put off meeting god in paradise, to meet you one last time" "she is heaven's light" "she is hellfire" "you remember church as a boy. the fear and the passion. that's what she makes me feel" "when he leaves the room, he bows and acts precisely as if he were before a shrine" "we are one person in two bodies" "i am not whole without you" "i need my other half. you are me, and i am you" "o that it were not in religion sin to make our love a god, and worship it" "unable are the loved to die for love is immortality, nay it is deity - unable they that love to die for love reforms vitality into divinity" kind of love
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If falling in love shouldn’t make you feel sick…. then maybe I’ve never fallen in love before. Because all times when i thought i must surely be hopelessly, deeply in love, the thought of the person made me sick.
Not in a “I despise you” kind of way.
But in a “I love you, i love you, i love you. I try so hard not to love you but you have consumed the entirety of my being and it would be completely and utterly vain not to tell you how much i deeply admire and love you. You have enchanted my mind, bewitched my soul and ravished my heart. How could i love anyone else when your soul and mine are cut from the same cloth? They are halves that fit together so perfectly. You are the flesh of my flesh, the bone of my bone. You are more myself then I am. I would leave everything i am and know for you. Just for the chance to be one with you. I would let you kill me, just so i could have an excuse to haunt you. And i would let you haunt me all the days of my life. Haunt me, drive me mad, drag me down into the depths of hell so long as you were there with me. I would sacrifice paradise and Eden for merely a taste of you. You are my salvation and my hope for heaven. Tu hi toh jannat meri, tu hi mera junoon, tu hi toh mannat meri, tu rooh ka sukoon. You are the heaven for me, you're my passion, you are my prayers, you are my soul's bliss. Tere naam se ji lu, tere naam se mar jaaun. I'd live by your name, I'd die by your name. Hawaoon mein lipta hua main, guzar jaunga tumko chu ke, agar man ho toh rok lena, thahar jaunga inn labon pe. I'm tangled with the breeze, I'll pass away after touching you, if your heart wants it, then I'll stay with you on your lips. You are killing me and you keep me from dying. Yet, how many times did i die without noticing. I am grieving the death of a love that was never born. The worst thing about this is that I'm mourning the loss of something I already knew was going to die. The most tragic part is I have betrayed and destroyed myself for nothing. I shouldn’t be jealous; you were never mine. I'm so happy when I'm with you. But it also kind of hurts. But then it also hurts when I'm not with you. Well what the heck am I supposed to do!?” kind of way.
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