You wouldn’t get it.

It’s all about the flirt to roast, chaotic to tender, silly to soft ratio

I saw your lips fighting a smile, your eyes doing their best to remain indifferent and failing. Fake nonchalant.

I think sometimes it’s enough to know there are good people out in the world. It’s okay to admire them from afar. I’ll pour this love into the ocean and speak it to the trees and let it turn into light. Maybe it’ll help fuel the stars that watch over you at night.

Some kisses are soft and tender but some are teasing and playful. Some are a whispered dare, a coy ‘come on. you can do better than that’ slipped between lips. An invitation to explore, a plea to devour. Go on, wreck me. If you can. If you please. Won’t you please?

He thought the sigils drawn in blood on sacred ground were little stars and heart shapes and wanted to come tell you in person how sweet they looked from his terrace down in Hell

Sometimes I read a phrase so pretty it makes me want to punch every star out of the sky so they ricochet against the moon and come back around to hit me in the eye

I’ve never gotten over anything in my entire life and I have all these words to prove it

They say there’s a fine line between love and hate, but maybe it’s a thread. Maybe it ties you together. Maybe it only looks like hate at first because you’re so tired of looking for them. What took you so long? I’ve been waiting.

Sometimes you give people gifts, little trinkets, tiny keepsakes, because what you really want to give them is your heart but that’s too hard to wrap in shiny paper. Too many soft edges, oozing love. It wouldn’t look nice with a bow.

Love is not hard to spot, to recognise. Just look for the person who laughs the hardest at your jokes and wipes your tears when you’re struggling. The proof will be in their smile, the way it crinkles their eyes, and in their hands, how they pat your back.

I’m so thankful for stories and poems and paintings and songs. I’m so glad there’s beauty to hide under when it’s raining out in the world. I’m so relieved to have art as a resting place for my heart. Living artfully, living art fully, saved me.

Which do you think is more enjoyable Enemies to Friends to Lovers or Friends to Enemies to Lovers? — Friends to enemies to lovers, always. Nobody knows how to hurt you better than the person who knows you best.
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There’s a story here and it’s something about how true soulmates are able to see, talk to each other in dreams.

It’s something about two people who have been doing it their whole lives.

It’s something about it all coming to an end when they meet face to face for the first time.

A kiss on the temple to soothe and comfort. A kiss on the nape, so caring, to cherish. A kiss of the cheek because you’re so sweet.

What's the sexiest thing anyone has ever done for you? — A few years ago, when I was going through a rough patch and wasn’t very talkative, I had a coworker, a friend, who started w… retrospring.net/@galacticidiot…

Some people call home four walls and a roof but I think two arms, the soft cage they build around you, deserve the name, too. What is home but the place where you feel safe, loved?

Things that could fix me:

— a song ft. V on Namjoon’s upcoming album

thv and rkive are for the long distance situationship yearners who communicate their feelings exclusively through song recommendations passive earnestly shared on their socials

I can’t flirt but I can piss you off. It’s the same thing. Both will get your attention. Both will make your cheeks turn a pretty shade of red. Both will have you eyeing my lips.