“One day you’ll stop chasing kisses out of other’s peoples mouth, and you’ll stop chasing their affection and attention, and you’ll start chasing your own love, your own dreams, your own healing. Until then, please know yourself and learn your true worth.”
gorgeous aesthetic: lightheaded with longing, lips dripping with pleasant frustration, shooting stars, glistening glances and adrenaline rushes, endless pastel skies setting over rolling waves, honey coated fingertips, passionately twirling in a kaleidoscope of lust, intoxication induced by wisps of euphoria, shards of lipstick stained glass, wildly enchanted hearts, burning desire and chaotic grey areas, thoughts spinning with vibrant melodies, vivacious infatuation coursing through your veins, nervous excitement rattling deep within your chest, the scent of spring and new beginnings, cotton candy smiles.
I talked to your Dad, go pick out a white dress...
late in a Fall afternoon when Victor Santiago listens to his voice
been out without his phone the whole day, and is rather surprised
when he sees the missed phone call appear on his screen. Rather
worried as well, when he reads the sender’s name.
Peralta, his only daughter’s boyfriend.
never called him before, let alone left a voicemail, which startles
him that he did so that day. A rush of panic starts coursing through
his veins as he presses the button to listen to what the other man
had to say then, afraid it’s something
something might have happened to one of the two most important women
of his life.
shocked he is finally, when Jake’s recorded voice starts talking
through the other end of the line, letting him know of the news -
Santiago, I’m calling you to inform you that I plan to ask your
daughter to marry me, but…
listens to the whole thing in religious silence, his heart aching a
little at the thought of Amy, his
Amy, his little tiger who was still just a baby not so long ago (many
years ago), on the verge of getting married. In the end he can’t help
but smile too, though – it’s true he didn’t think Jake would make a
good boyfriend for her at first, but it seems like he is, now.
even if he’s not perfect… the most important is that he loves her
really, very much. That he could tell from the first time they met,
without any doubt.
like he can tell his daughter does love him too, he knows that for sure –
recalls desperate phone calls in the middle of the night after the detective was
found out guilty, then joyful ones when he got out of jail.
miss him, Dad, she’d say through
back, Dad, she’d say through
to share what’s making you smile so brightly?” a voice startles him
out of his thoughts, and when he turns in its direction, leaving his
gaze away from his phone he’s been holding in his hand the whole time
after Jake stopped rambling inside, he finds his own wife staring at him
with an amused, but questioning, look in her eyes.
still grining when he answers her, before putting the voicemail on
repeat for her to hear by herself what he means, “I think our
daughter finally found the one.”
cries of happy tears in response to the perfection of her
when Jake finally proposed and Amy calls her parents to let them know
about the great news, excitation easily recognisable in her voice as
she’s telling him that Jake and I are getting married!, he
asks to have a word with him after congratulating her. All the fear
he’s started feeling when his fiancée gave him the phone, not
knowing what her father wants from him, is replaced by his heart simply
melting out of happiness when the older man only tells him, meaning every
word of it:
And I sometimes wonder where you are or if the smell of cinnamon sugar poptarts still makes you want to puke. But I don’t miss you and I don’t regret anything. Because I’m great now, better even, and the fact that you’re not happy for me is so typical but I still want you to know: you said it was a mistake but it wasn’t, it was right for me.
I’m a perfectionist and yet, nothing in me is perfect. I still think the best solution to problems is crying, I still avoid confrontation and I still write my feelings instead of talking about them but I’m getting better and if I can do it, so can you.
“And when it is said to them: "Make not mischief on the earth,” they say: “We are only peacemakers.” - Quran verse ( 2:11)
Hate doesn’t just happen. War doesnt just happen. It’s the ones that pretend to maintain peace while attacking, ensalving, and bombimg innocent lives.
I feel alone, yet, I wouldn’t think I’d like their company. Why should I be so desperate for their validation when they don’t even give me the respect I deserve? I soak myself in my own self love, it took me this long to realize. All I need is myself, all you need is yourself. If you don’t want yourself, how the hell do you expect anyone else to want you?
Caroline’s been around for a couple of centuries and is totally fine with using some of the technology from the 21st to see to her needs. Dating is tricky when you’re a Selkie. Unfortunately, it’s harder than expected. A match with a mysterious artist named Klaus goes surprisingly well.
It’s 3:30 in the morning, and I want nothing more than to be talking to you. But I know I can’t do that even though you might answer a call or a text. That’s not really what I want, a quiet conversation over the phone while lying around alone on my bed under cold sheets. What I really want is to rest my head on your shoulder and feel your arms around me while I ramble on in a whisper about all these complicated emotions I feel for you.