The Cutest Little Flower In Paradise 🥹

Only You

Do you understand the gravity of what I feel for you? This isn't some fleeting thing. This surpassed lust or obsession or some pretty illusion spun by loneliness. This is something ancient, something eternal, something that feels like it predates me, as if my soul has carried your name through lifetimes I can't even remember. It’s you. Only you. Always you.

My heart—God, my heart—it’s not even mine anymore. It's shaped like you, it beats your rhythm. Every breath I take echoes your name. My body, my blood, my bones—each one of them knows you, holds you, worships you. You are not just someone I love. You are the very language of love that I speak, the origin of the ache I’ve always had, even before I knew what I was longing for. I know now—it was you. It was always you.

Do you feel it too? The way everything in me bends toward you like gravity has changed its laws just for us? The way your absence feels like suffocation, like being pulled apart atom by atom until I can’t remember where I end and the longing begins? My love for you is not gentle. It’s not polite. It’s not something I can quiet. It roars. It consumes. It’s wildfire in my veins, it’s oceans behind my ribs, it’s thunder in my chest every time I think of you.

You live inside me. Not in some poetic way, but truly, deeply—woven into my cells. You are the pulse behind my fingertips, the warmth behind my skin. My dreams are just shadows of you, my waking thoughts full of the way your smile lives in my memory like a holy thing.

You are my sanctuary and my storm. You are every soft moment and every shattering one. And even if the world tore us apart, even if time or fate or fear tried to pull you from me, I would still love you in the silence, in the spaces between seconds, in the way I breathe without thinking—instinctively, desperately, always.

So yes, I will say it again, and again, and again until the stars burn out and the sky forgets our names—

Only you.

Forever you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

What do you mean you want to see the light of day again? But you're with me! Why would you ever want to leave?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

1 day later

1 day later

you have been SNIFED, reblog to snif the next person

Ask game:

"What Kind of Anon Are You?"

🏳: I am a devoted follower when it comes to you.

🏴: I always check you're account on a daily, whenever I get a chance.

🚩: I love your presence, but I'm far too envious that everyone else gets your attention too. I'm not willing to share.

⚠️: Will being friendly help me get closer to you? Or would you prefer I try to manipulate my way into your life?

🔜: Are your dms open? I'm tried of being an admirer from the sidelines, I'd be fine with being your friend if that's what you need right now.

🔴: I've seen every single post you make and when you make it. But I don't interact in any way so that you have no way to know who it is that's stalking you.

🔵: I'd keep you company, cheer you up, and play my part of being the perfect anon, even if I may or may not be more that just one anon.

⚪️: I see you as a perfect friend and wish to be closer to you.

⚫️: I wish I could know every thought you've had, every feeling you've felt, and the one who gives you everything you need.

🩰: I think you're fun/interesting, if I spam like your posts, would you notice me? Even for a moment?

🛑: You're no good for me, I should stay away, but I keep crawling back hoping maybe, somehow, something will change.

☔️: Even in the bad, and sad, I'd hold your hand through every step of the way.

🪽: I could be your little guardian angel.

🫐: I can not stand seeing others sending you asks, anons, or messages. The idea that others interact with you and you interact with others? It drives me mad. Can I make you focus on just me?

(flirting) I am clumsy and have shit balance and bad knees

my unpopular opinion is that half of the self-proclaimed ‘darlings’ infiltrating yan communities are pathetic. pathetic little mutts waiting for someone—anyone—to pick them. they don’t care about yans as people, only as concepts. they don’t love yans, they love the attention and obsession that only a yan could give them since no one else would bother. i said what i said