a gentle heart



True love is a sacred flame

That burns eternally,

And none can dim its special glow
Or change its destiny.
True love speaks in tender tones
And hears with gentle ear,
True love gives with open heart
And true love conquers fear.
True love makes no harsh demands
It neither rules nor binds,
And true love holds with gentle hands
The hearts that it entwines. ~ Helen Steiner Rice

you: im so soft… so gentle.. soft heart bab,y..uw..u.. smol

me: *saunters into the room and sits down in the most obnoxious way possible, putting my legs up on the counter and spreading them out (smashing multiple glasses in the process) while leaning back and resting my head on my arms (which i am flexing slightly in order to show off my muscles in a display of dominance)* heh…

Remember when they purposely set up Lexa’s power kick™ and the knife scene™ in the same episode to showcase how easily she could have overpowered and been ruthless to Clarke but instead highlighted her gentleness and love that was reserved only for her girl? Because I do


diego rivera’s ‘sunflowers’ and frida kahlo’s ‘self-portrait with monkeys’ postcards from the art gallery of nsw today!

I love the sound of your voice whispering in my ear, i love that the scent of you is still lingering in my room. I love lazy days in bed with you, having you here chest to chest, looking into your eyes and seeing my future with you. Your hands are tracing every curve of my body, while I trace the curve of your lips with mine. Here, with you, pulling you closer with every gentle kiss, my heart whispers I am home.
—  Tenari Ioapo
I didn’t know that it was possible to grieve someone who’s still alive.
—  I’m not being dramatic it’s just that missing you is like ripping my heart from my chest