#dolluettes.thoughts

To be loved is to be known, not only for the beautiful parts of you but the sad-flawed pieces as well

It’s winter time for obvious reasons one can tell simply from the temperature changes—how the weather invites a chill and downpour into different parts and places that I stumble into.

To know heartbreak means I've experienced love, but it can also signify I never truly healed from "the one" person who broke me that I believed to love me.

Can I tell you a secret, without fears rising to the surface? I want to be loved and witness it in its purest form. I want to feel its touch at dusk when the lights are dimmed, after we've spent lost hours admiring each other's bodies throughout the night. Your fingers interlacing with mine and in a faint whisper, you say "I fucking love you," letting a kiss take place as a moment of passion so profound it submerges me, suffocating me with a love where lust has no form. While dusk turns into dawn, your fingers untwine from mine only for a little bit until we find each other in the kitchen; the palm of our hands touching and fingers interlacing once more as you twirl me around, lowering me down softly onto the chair. Watching you pour the coffee into our mugs, leaving a kiss on my forehead.

Maybe, love is a sense of calmness? When you find that special someone that shuts down your nervous system in a way that says, “you’re safe here”

Is love considered a spectrum, when two people come together in ways that makes our sense of gravity questionable? If so, does one float above the clouds and the other tries to find a route that carries them easily into the air {maybe, they take hold of a hot air balloon until they’ve reached their lover.} OR maybe, it's not that simple as we'd like to believe for the spectrum travels between "I'll love you until the sunlight beams through the curtains of the window" to "I rather merge my soul with yours completely intertwined for an eternity"

In moments of doubt, I’ve prayed for a love that remains pure even when our minds are the impurest things about us—wondering what your mouth feels like on every part of my body.