Fondsstuff - Ash - Tumblr Blog

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘you’re safe with me’- that’s intimacy.

When it comes down to it, he's the only one I want. He's the only one I can imagine myself with. His hands are the only hands I want to hold. His lips are the only lips I ever want to kiss. His voice is the only sound I want to fall asleep to and his eyes the only sight I want to wake up to. He's the only one I think about when a love song comes on the radio and he's the very last thought running through my head before I drift off to sleep. He's the absolute only person I could see myself happy with.

I'm going to love you.♡

I’m going to love you in your weakest moments to your strongest ones.

I want you with your imperfections as much as I want you for you.

I’m going to love you when you’re happy and I’m going to still love you the most when you’re sad.

Don’t you understand? I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.

I want to love you, each and every piece of you.

And I’m always going to want you, I’m always going to be here loving you with everything.

You’re so far away”

you said, touching my face on the screen as a tear rolled down your eye “I’m not love, look, i’m right here, in front of you” i replied wiping off the tears rolling down your cheeks and as one rolled down mine, I continued “don’t cry, it’s okay, i’m just one text one call one flight one screen away I’m right here love, I’m right here in front of you.

I know what I want. I want you in the morning, pouring your coffee, sleepy with bed hair kissing me good morning. I want you in the nighttime when you're tired and a little worn out from the day and from work but you still manage to do things with me. I want to watch movies with you, bake cookies with you, paint rooms with you, drive far away with you. I want to gaze at you because you're a fucking masterpiece in my eyes, and I want to hug you and tell you how much I love you. I want you to never give up on me, to never think twice about how genuine my love for you is. I want you to be able to tell me anything and everything. I want to be the one you go to when you've had a good or bad day. I want to be the one for you. You mean so much to me that I can't imagine how it'd be without your hand to hold or your shoulder to cry on.

When I lay with him... You want to know what it feels like? It feels like you're safe. It feels like no one can hurt you. You're under his warm embrace. Feeling his muscles around your waist, your body being pulled closer to his... The feeling is indescribable. When they say it's the best feeling ever, they aren't kidding. Because in that moment, when you're sharing body heat, there isn't a place you'd rather be or a single thought that crosses your mind that doesn't involve him. When a guy gives up all of his "manly" pride just to hold you close to his heart like this, is when we, ladies, need to realize that he truly does love us. And we need to not let it go to waste💕

The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation—a week’s, ten days’—what does it matter? since my whole life belongs to you.

Holding hands is about maintaining contact and about speaking affection without any words. It is merely about wanting someone and not letting him or her go.

Sometimes, when it’s raining, I think about you. I think about you all the way over there, with all those years between us. I think about if you’re doing well, what your bedroom looks like, if you enjoy your job. I think about the times when there wasn’t any ocean between us and my time was your time. I think about when I knew the answers about you, because they were my answers as much as they were yours. Sometimes, when it’s raining, I wonder if it’s raining where you are too ♡

Knowing you has been important for me. I’ve learned a lot just by watching you exist. You’ve made me better. Thank you for being exactly who you are.

♡

All of me loves all of you.

Love your curves and all your edges;

all your perfect imperfections.

Give your all to me.

I’ll give my all to you.

♡

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible.

The heart that's meant to love you will fight for you when you want to give up, pick you up when you're feeling down, and will give their smile when it's hard for you to find yours. They will NEVER get strength from seeing you weak, power from seeing you hurt, or joy from seeing you cry. The heart that's meant to love you wants to see the best of you, not the hurt you! Never forget that.

I knew I liked you when you made me nervous,and my heart would beat faster when I saw you.I knew I loved you when I felt calmer with you than without you ◜‿◝

I am slowly learning what it means to feel deeply.I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that feels deeply, to have a heart that crashes hard into the quiet whispers of those I cherish most. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that sings while nurtures the cracks within the skeletons that lie entwined inside the flesh of others. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that often falls for the kinds of souls who do not always know how to take care of it, who squeeze it with messy fingertips and who do not deserve the love it is made up of, who do not always deserve to feel the kind of magic that spills out from within. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that connects, a heart that simply understands the way in which the weight of the world can sometimes feels too much and can become too heavy to keep holding onto. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that is sensitive, a heart that wants to be chosen, a heart that wants to be seen, a heart that just sometimes needs to be heard. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that chooses depth over surface level, over what appears to be only black or white, a heart that chooses tenderness over apprehension. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that loves and that cares and sometimes over-loves and over-cares.Mostly, I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart and soul that is unique, that is both beautiful and painful. I am learning what it means to have a heart and soul that is slowly coming to terms with the ways in which choosing to walk away from the people and the situations that hold weight is growth—it is a courageous choice to make. I am slowly learning that the process of choosing yourself, of setting those boundaries and protecting your energy is a precious and necessary thing.I am slowly learning what it means to feel deeply, and I am learning that it is simply beautiful.

Let's run away together,

Away from city lights,

Where no-one knows our names yet,

We’ll camp out in the open,

Warming cold skin by the fire,

Tell each other hopes and dreams,

And all of our desires,

We’ll own nothing more than we need,

Watch sunrises color the sky,

Learn what we’re really here for,

Away from society’s eyes,

This journey will be scary,

But we’ll leave without a plan,

And I know it will be alright,

As long as your holding my hand

♡

I'd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you,

I'm not afraid of your dark

♡

In this crazy world, full of changes and chaos, there is one thing of which I am certain, one thing which does not change: my love for you💕

The atoms of me

And the atoms of you,

Will be ink one day,

And paper and pen,

And then, at last,

We will be a poem,

A love song;

Some immortal verse.

The moon

And the stars

Tried their best,

But I couldn't

Look away

From you. ❤️

There he laid looking at me in a way no one had ever looked at me. My hands were shaking as I explained my knotted past. I will not always be easy to hold onto, for my heart is scattered with thorns. Some nights I will be quiet and he won't know how to pull me from my weeded mind. Some nights I'll forget what he sees in me and lose my balance. Some nights I'll trip over my own feet and apologize for the mess I made. On those nights the one thing that will drag me out of my own labyrinth is that look. No one has ever looked at me quite like that.