Love her with your fingers in her hair, pulling, pulling until she’s breathing in time with each thrust and jolt.

Kiss her hard enough to bruise and when she pulls away grab her waist so she’s never far enough to resist, so she falls asleep with your name on her lips and the feeling of your skin on her skin.

Touch her like she’s fire and you’re no longer scared of getting burned, as though being lost in her has made you braver than you ever knew was possible.

And when she looks at you, brimming with desire, slow down so her knees don’t give way and her eyelashes don’t flutter into oblivion. Slow down so the nails digging into your back and the heart pounding in your chest are brought to a halt.

Slow down and ask her what she wants, and watch her crumple in front of you like a thousand falling stars. Ask her again and watch her breathe your name over and over until the words are lost and she swears she’s never felt like this before.

Anonymous: What do I do, how do I feel okay again and not broken, and please don't give the cliche break up advice...

blossomfully:

"Look at the stars," she said.

"Look at how the sky stretches further than the horizons.

"It could swallow us whole and nobody would ever know we even existed. Its darkness could consume every remaining breath in our lungs and crush every bone in our bodies.

"Because we are only two people in a universe full of people. And we are only two lives among an infinity of other lives.

"You see," she smiled, "A broken heart is not the world. It isn’t even a fraction of the world. "

Everyone keeps telling me to let him go.” She whispered. “But no one tells me how.
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