Ian Connor

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦.” 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦.” 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵.

There is a beautiful irish word called "Anam Cara".. It means a person with who you can share your inner feelings and deepest fears. Like a soul friend. Allowing you to share your fullest truest, most vulnerable selves with out judgement, that foster deep, unconditional trust and mutual growth. Will you be my "Anam Cara"??

“There are nights I cry so hard that my body aches and I shake and I have to put my head in the pillow so no one hears me. There are also nights I’m happy that you’re happy and I think everything happens for a reason. And there are also nights where I feel nothing at all. But there is never a night that you don’t cross my mind.”

Yes.

Not trying to be on some sad s**t or anything..but my reality is.. I actually think I lost the ability to fall in love again.. I don't get attached to people anymore. I don't overthink when people don't reply or stop talking to me. I don't expect anyone to stay. Being in love used to excite me, but now when I think about being in another relationship, it just exhausts me.. I've seen the sweetest promises turn into the worst disappointments. I've given my best & still ended up being made to feel like I was not enough. It's not that I don't want love or can't love..just romantically it's hard for me to find that type of safety with someone again. People have made me stop believing in love the way I used to. And maybe that's what heartbreak does..It doesn't kill love completely, it just makes you stop looking for it..

If my arms can’t hug you my prayers will reach across the quiet spaces between us like a soft wind brushing your cheek. I will speak your name in whispers that float through the night and hope they find you where you are holding your own heart. If my hands cannot hold yours my thoughts will trace the shape of your smile and the curve of your laughter until it feels like I am there with you. I will send you all the warmth I carry inside me wrapped in words that tremble with longing. Even when distance stretches wide and the world feels heavy my prayers will stand between us steady as a light, carrying love that cannot be measured only felt and believed, holding you gently until the moment my arms finally can.

You mean so much to me that sometimes my heart forgets how to act normal. I feel you growing inside my thoughts until even silence carries your name. I want to care for you with a tenderness that feels ancient like my arms were created only to find you. I want to pull you close and keep you there not to hide you but to protect the softness that this world treats too roughly. When I hold you I feel powerful and gentle at the same time like loving you teaches me who I am as a woman. You overwhelm me in the quietest way and I do not want to escape that feeling. I want to stay trembling in it learning how to love you without fear even when my heart feels too full to contain you.

i cannot pretend i do not feel this between us. i cannot pretend i don't want to love you.

Soulmate vs Twin Flame signs People confuse soulmates and twin flames all the time. They feel similar at first.. but they serve very different purposes. Soulmate connection: Feels safe. Feels familiar. your nervous system finally exhale. Love grows gently, not chaotically.

To you, who hurt me so much…. I told you I was in pain, And I showed you my wounds But instead of helping me heal, You added more salt to my wounds. You saw my weaknesses and turned them into weapons. There was word you said that cut deeper. And when I was on the edge, barely holding on, And you gave me the last push, It's like you'll enjoy watching me fall apart. As if seeing me lost gives you power. You knew exactly where to attack me. Always playing with my mind. Piece by piece, until there's nothing left of me. Now I sit here, broken and empty, And somehow, I'm the one to blame. Today you say I'm too distant, too cold. And while you paint yourself as the victim. The world will hear your story, But no one will see the destruction you left on me. 💔🥀

she is made of stars, moonlight and fireflies; the most alluring darkness you have ever seen.

You think you saw her naked because you saw her with no clothes on? Tell me about her dreams Tell me what’s breaking her heart Tell me about her childhood Tell me her thoughts and feelings Tell me her fears and dreams Intimacy is so much more than that, it’s exchanging energy

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.” — Sylvia Plath

when you kiss me i am reduced to my most. basic. elements several buckets of water a trash bag of carbon a shot glass packed with salt i become the empty space between all this matter a phantom dancing in the body of a gutted house your mouth knows my architecture so well that every time you lean in i’m surprised you don’t pass right through me. ― Sam Sax, “the handsome phalangesist’s lament,” published in Union Station Magazine — The Countess (2009)