the feels feels

Love.

So many things come to mind. The smell of the air just before it rains. The way the sun shines through trees on a beautiful day. The feeling of making someone laugh. Love lives in all of it, in all of us. But just like rain turns into thunderstorms and tears entire cities apart, just like the clouds take away the sun, just like laughter ends, so too can love. But a few fallen trees never stopped a city. A few clouds never stopped the sun from shining. A few sad days never stopped the laughter. And a few heartbreaks shouldn’t stop the love.

Okay though, SERIOUS NOTE,
She’s like ready to pounce on him, and he’s kind of ginger with her and he’s like “baby are you sure you’re ready for this?” And she’s like “yes ” or something along those lines and here are my questions

Is this the first time that they you know, were about to do adult activities since she’s been better!?!?!?

Because I get two vibes from the question like yes this could be the first time since she’s been healed and finally gotten a good night sleep and she’s in the mood and she’s just feeling like herself and Deeks just wants to make sure all their Ts are crossed and their is are dotted

Or is he just being funny when he’s like “you ready for this” like a playful are you ready for all the Deeks you’re about to get

My skin breaks out and flares up, resentful of my poor bone structure, perhaps. My hair tries to fly away from my scalp, unruly and untamed. My body aches and creaks insolently. My hands gesticulate wildly, trying to fly from my wrists. My eyebrows raise frequently, wanting to distance themselves from my eyes, I suppose. Why is my physicality so rebellious, contrary carnality? It’s in protest of my insides, foolhardy heart and cutting mind.
—  I’m failing at feeling beautiful