I’m A Lilac And You Are My Sun. And Every Season I Need You To Come Back…

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Day 3/365 I WON'T GIVE UP!

Thank you jesus for new day in mylife 🏷😇

I'm thankful for all your good dids to me.

Thank you heavenly father !!

with my one and only..

I want to be able to sit on a beach on a warm evening with my one and only so that we both hear the rumbling of waves and experience the temporary'ness and mess of our lives.

So that he looks at me as the wind makes a few strands of my hair cover up my face and he lovingly kisses my lips.

I wish to be able to hold his fingers and experience the warmth of his palm that sadly no body on the planet can compensate for; not even the sun.

I want to walk and walk and walk as the sand covers our toes and then walk some more as we talk about everything that is just 'us' and leave out everything that includes other people.

I want to come back to our allotted room in the night and make the softest love with my one and only as I taste the ocean in his sweat and he hears the waves in my moans.

I want to sleep in exhaustion as I bury my face in his armpit knowing that even though our time on earth is temporary; I'm happy to be alive at the same time as he and that I've lived an eternity in these small moments with him..

The Merry Crew !

friends redraw

The art of holding hands

The Song "Mai koi aisa geet gaun" is the real definition of princess treatment....

types of study settings

raining:

sitting close to a window, sure to hear and see the raindrops fall

candles lit, fairy lights strung, the soft orange glow of warmth surrounding you

a desk cluttered, but organised

a laptop with its brightness on low

or a journal spread open with pens ready to be used

quiet

morning:

the soft morning sunlight hitting your (note)books

the scribble of the pen scratching across the paper, writing and memorising

a cup of tea or coffee, the damp curling through the air above it

the soft rattle of music playing in the background

hearing the world wake up along with you

night:

the tired ache of your body after having lived through another day

your mind tired in a way that it won't get distracted easily

sitting down at the desk, on the couch, but steering clear from the bed for fear of falling asleep too soon

candles lit, tea made

either staying in your day clothes or deciding to get ready first

the clean feel of your face as you ready yourself for your study session

library:

walking through the rows of books to find a quiet place

hearing the murmurs of other students trying to grasp their mind around their study materials

the table in the back corner of the library, a big window in front, lined with bookshelves on either side

setting your stuff down and making that little place yours, if only just for a little while

working away, not noticing time go by, suddenly the soft glow of golden hour falls onto your work

the quiet murmurs and laughs of other students have faded away

being proud of what you've achieved