PREACH

I just want to look at the moon for hours

For my love<3

In your arms, I find solace true,

A haven where my soul feels anew.

With every smile, with every glance,

You ignite within a timeless dance.

In your embrace, I find my peace,

With you, my darling, I'm fully seen.

In your eyes, I glimpse our bright tomorrow,

With you, my sweetheart, I banish sorrow.

My heart's yours, dear, now and forever,

In every moment, we endeavor.

With every breath, with every rhyme,

You are my love, through space and time.

- S

I just love sleep so much ……. like u just close ur eyes and ur gone bitch ………… brain logged the fuck off ……… powerful

Louis de Boullogne – Two Sleeping Young Women (1707)

Death's embrace

In the depths of darkness, where shadows reside,

There exists a truth we cannot hide.

A universal tale, both gentle and profound,

Of life's fleeting moments, where death is found.

Death, a solemn companion on this earthly plane,

Whose presence leaves us touched by bittersweet pain.

It whispers in the wind, a haunting lullaby,

Reminding us that all things must one day say goodbye.

It wears many faces, from gentle slumber to final breath,

A passage we traverse, embracing the unknown with depth.

It steals away loved ones, leaving hearts in despair,

Yet it also offers solace, a release from earthly wear and tear.

In death's embrace, time stands still,

And memories flicker, a testament to life's thrill.

It beckons us to ponder, to reflect and to learn,

To cherish every moment, for there may be no return.

For in the realm of death, we find a sacred truth,

That life's fragility lies within our youth.

It teaches us humility, a reminder to be kind,

To live with purpose, leaving no regrets behind.

But death is not the end, merely a transition,

An invitation to a realm beyond our limited vision.

It invites us to surrender, to let go and release,

To find solace in the eternal, a realm of inner peace.

So let us not fear death's gentle hand,

But rather embrace it, as part of life's grand plan.

For in the tapestry of existence, it holds a place,

A reminder to cherish, to love, and to embrace.

In death's solemn presence, let us find solace,

In the memories of those who have found their peaceful space.

May their spirits guide us, like stars in the night,

Illuminating our paths with their eternal light.

For death, though mourned, is a poignant art,

An echo of life, a journey's sacred part.

In its embrace, we find both sorrow and rebirth,

And in its depths, we discover the true meaning of our worth.

-V

manslaughter sounds so much more gruesome than murder yet it isn’t and that is why i hate the english language

None of it was real its all an illusion <3

My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no holes punched into the walls, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. No fear, no hurt and no worries. I may come from a broken and twisted place but I will build something whole and safe.