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âŚand weâve only just started
Please?
I wonder about this study... Don't you?
Some findings should be tested and tested again just to be sure.
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Eyes of the forest. Aspen trees
No bc aspens are wild. They rarely reproduce sexually, instead they send up new trunks from their roots. Theres a grove in Utah that is a single genetic individual called Pando. New research suggests itâs the oldest living thing on the planet being between 16,000 and 80,000 years old. In other words, there is a grove of trees, that is actually one tree, that has been alive longer than humans have been around to see it, and its covered in eyes.
True Intimacy...
True intimacy starts when every layer is laid bare, and he wasnât speaking of clothes. His message still resonates quietly in her heart.
His message stills resonates in my heart. Not always quietly. đ¤
Wake me like thisâŚ
A Reflection.
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10 Facts Every Woman Should Know:
1. Everyone has rolls when they bend over.
2. When someone tells you that youâre beautiful, believe them. They arenât lying.
3. Sometimes we all wake up with breath that could kill a goat.
4. For every woman unhappy with her stretch marks is another woman who wishes she had them.
5. You should definitely have more confidence. And if you saw yourself the way others see you, you would.
6. Donât look for a man to save you. Be able to save yourself.
7. Itâs okay to not love every part of your bodyâŚ.but you should.
8. We all have that one friend who seems to have it all together. That woman with the seemingly perfect life. Well, you might be that woman to someone else.
9. You should be a priority. Not an option, a last resort, or a backup plan.
10. Youâre a woman. That alone makes you pretty damn remarkable. đ
Worth a reblog, LOVE ALL OF YOURSELF. Thereâs someone out there that will love all of you too. đđđ
Take time to celebrate who you are!
This â¤ď¸
Do people understand that when you say âIâm tiredâ it doesnât mean âI didnât get enough sleep last nightâ or âI need more physical energyâ?
It means I am drained. I have been fighting through each day just to wake up and do it again. I am tired of existing in a world where everything feels like a struggle and nothing feels right. I am tired of fighting negative thoughts. I am tired of waking up.
Truth đ˘
That sacred conversation.
HER (quietly): Something in me bends. Not out of habit⌠but need. I donât want to be taken. But I want to be held. Do I make sense? Do you understand that?
HIM (after a pause): I do. And I wonât take what isnât offered. But Iâll stayâ until youâre ready to hand it over with both shaking hands. Only when you are ready.
HER: Why do I want this? it doesnât make sense. my mind has been so lost. My ache to give, to serve...Â
HIM (softly): Because itâs real. Because when the world asks youâ to be hard, to be strong, to be stoic. Your soul constantly whispers: let go. That isnât weakness. Youâre conditioned to think so, an unfortunate myth.
HER (a breath caught between shame and hope): But Iâm afraid. That Iâll lose myself. That Iâll give too much.
HIM (stepping closer): I donât want whatâs left of you. I want you whole. Complete. Full. You. Your defiance. Your devotion. Your quiet. Your chaos. You donât lose yourself here. You come home to her.
HER (barely above a whisper): And you⌠what does this mean for you?
HIM (his voice like gravity): It means I stay when itâs not easy. It means I listen when you canât find words. It means I carry what you set downâ not because you canât, but because you finally donât have to.
HER (eyes flickering with doubt): What if I fall apart?
HIM (without hesitation): Then I hold the pieces. Not to fixâ to witness. To remind you youâre still art, even in your breaking. Beauty is not when itâs untouched, it is when it is elegantly broken and held together.Â
HER (leaning closer to the edge of herself): What do you see when you hear me?
HIM: I see a womanâ a beautiful woman on the edge of her own fire. Fighting it. Fearing it. And I want to kneel in front of that flame, not to tame itâ but to tend it. To feed whatâs been starved. To watch you rise from your knees not lesser, but more you than ever.
HER (after a long silence): Then what do I do now?
HIM (gently): Breathe. Breathe Slowly. Feel the weight of what youâve been carrying. Thenâ when youâre readyâ place it in my hands. Not because youâre small. But because you finally trust that I wonât break what youâve guarded for so long.
HER (almost to herself): Sometimes I imagineâŚ. being on my knees. Not forcedâoffered. Not because Iâm less... but because I want to feel devoured by something I trust by someone worthy. Is that... wrong?
HIM (his gaze steady, voice low): No. Thatâs not wrong. Thatâs truth. your truth. Desire stripped of shame. You want to kneel not because youâre weak, but because it awakens something ancient in youâ a hunger to be undone, safely.
HER (her breath hitching): But itâs not just kneeling. Itâs the way I crave to be used. Owned. Obedient. Told what to do⌠how to open, how to ache. Sometimes it frightens meâ how wet I get just thinking of obeying. Does that make me... broken or deviant?
HIM (stepping closer, voice molten steel): No. It makes you awake. It means your body remembers things your mind still questions. It means your need runs deeper than permissionâ it wants to be claimed. Not violently. Not carelessly. But with reverence. With precision.
HER (voice trembling): I dream of being pinned down. Of not choosing⌠for once. Of hands in my hair, a voice in my ear, telling me what I am. And I want to be told. I want to be takenâ but not taken from.
HIM (his fingers tracing the edge of her jaw, not quite touching): You want to be taken into. Into depth. Into surrender. Into submission. Into your zone. Into the place where your breath hitches not out of fearâ but recognition. I see that. And I want it too. To unwrap every trembling part of you until you canât tell if itâs pain or pleasureâ only that itâs real.
HER (her thighs pressed together now): So Iâm not deviant?
HIM (eyes locked with hers): Oh, you are. Wonderfully. Deliciously. But not broken. Not wrong. Thereâs no shame in the way your body begs. Only honesty.
You crave to be usedâ but never discarded. You ache to be claimedâ but only by one who knows the value of what he holds.
HER (a whisper now): And if I gave it to youâ everythingâ what would you do with it?
HIM (with reverence, with hunger): Iâd ruin you gently. Pull you apart with patience and purpose. Mark you without bruises. Make you forget the world, but remember yourself. Iâd tell you when to open, how long to hold still, how to begâ when and where to edgeâ and when to scream.
And after... Iâd gather you in my arms, and remind you: Youâre mine. Not because Iâve fucked youâ but because you offered and I said yes. Because I claimed you.Â
The way this absolutely amazing man writes. His words have so often elated my soul. Gotten me through some challenging times. Love and respect always. đ¤đ¤đ¤
what I love about acotar is how all the characters can do wrong because theyâre people (fae, I know) but people nonetheless, and people arenât black or white theyâre usually in the gray, and every single character has messed up in some way, some worse than others, but writing every main character off as evil is, in my opinion, missing the point of the story. none of them are perfect and thatâs why I love them
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Sundays are made for lovers...
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"so how did you two meet"
she messaged me on tumblr and we became obsessed with each other literally immediately and now we are bound by the red string of fate
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