#ghostsandcoffee

𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧;

i yearn for something real,

something that doesn't rush to fill the silence.

a love that asks questions, that listens,

that stays when things get quiet

i want someone who looks at me and sees the whole story

I am drawn to older women in ways i cannot explain.

there is a presence in them that feels timeless, deliberate, unhurried,

a quiet gravity that pulls at the edges of everything i am.

their eyes carry memory, their hands carry patience, their voices carry wisdom.

i am fascinated by the strength they move with,

by a love that teaches, lingers, and leaves a mark long after the moment has passed.

i ache for a connection that is slow, steady, and deliberate,

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞;

it's not always desire.

sometimes it's just this quiet pull

toward the kind of woman

whose voice could calm the noise in me.

i want her stories, her slow smile,

the way she listens like every word means something.

hi, welcome to my blog, lovely

I’m 18, wlw & single, 🇨🇦

I love psychology, especially criminal minds, there’s something so interesting about how the mind works and why people are the way they are

I speak french & english |🇨🇦|

I also really enjoy quiet things in life: music, writing, watching shows, ect…

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔:

reblogs about songs, shows, and quotes

a lot of admiration/yearning for an older woman

and sometimes a bit of randomness too, whatever I’m feeling in the moment

My DM’s are open & my ask x

My old blog: ghostsandcoffee, I might repost some of my old stuff on here

𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞

i miss having someone to share the small, silly moments with

inside jokes that only we understand,

quiet teasing that makes our hearts feel lighter,

the kind of laughter that lingers long after the moment ends.

and still, beneath it all, a love that runs deep, steady and patient,

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

yearning isn't always about distance. sometimes it's about time

about waiting for the moment when your paths finally cross

and the ache in your chest finally has a name. there's beauty in women who don't rush.

who let silence breathe,