Goddessmoonlady - WTF My World... >_>

new relationship prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

— “i’ve always thought you were the most beautiful person in the world.”

— “i-i just… i’m sorry. we’ve gone out as friends so many times before, i don’t know why i’m finding this so hard to navigate.”

— “can i hold your hand? is that weird to ask?”

— “i can’t believe you didn’t know i liked you, i thought it couldn’t have been any more obvious.”

— “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.”

— “i know it’s only been a couple months, but i can barely remember what it was like without you in my life. i don’t think i’d want to, either.”

— “of course i remembered. it’s important to you, so now it’s important to me too.”

— “how embarrassing would it be if i told you i’d dreamt of this since i first met you?”

-ˏˋ. actions / scenarios ˊˎ-

— wearing their partner’s clothes for the first time

— finding out what each other’s love language is

— gradually starting to keep their s/o’s favourite products / comfort items in their house so they can always feel at home there

— calling the other a pet name for the first time

— navigating physical affection

— seeing their partner in their clothes for the first time

— slowly becoming more and more reliant on having their partner next to them so that they can fall asleep

— going on their first real date as a couple

— quietly researching the other person’s interests and hobbies, so they can better engage with them on it

All good boys go to heaven, but 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

[Julia Michaelis — Heaven]

I made another thing.

With apologies to Neil Gaiman.

"Traumatic memories” tend to arise as fragmented splinters of inchoate and indigestible sensations, emotions, images, smells, tastes, thoughts, and so on ... These jumbled fragments cannot be remembered in the narrative sense per se, but are perpetually being “replayed” and re-experienced as unbidden and incoherent intrusions or physical symptoms. The more we try to rid ourselves of these “flashbacks,” the more they haunt, torment, and strangle our life force, seriously restricting our capacity to live in the here and now.

Peter A. Levine, Trauma and Memory: Brain and Body in a Search for the Living Past

“I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop that I love so much.”

[rainymood] [playlist]

falling in love at a coffeeshop [ten/rose] 26/26

a place where we only say goodbye [ten/rose] 23/23

cafe tardis [ten/rose] 8/8

traveling [ten/rose] 1/1

one of the lights [ten/rose] 1/1

and we’ll drink ourselves awake [ten/rose] 1/1

the coffee shop [ten/rose] 1/1

pastries [eleven/rose] 1/1

bonus lil’ ficlets [x], [x]