@pagesunsaid: some people feel everything too deeply #relateable #latenightthoughts #darkacademia #romanticizeyourlife #deepthoughts

Aelin J Reynolds | Poet :

I was made to love like a poet and to be loved by one

Sino :

5 years from now, I will be the woman of my dreams. Financially secured, glowing, succeeding, and happy.

ᴋɪʀsᴛʏ-ʟᴇᴇ🐞 :

Where my November Scorpio's at. 🖤

Lex 🌤️ :

oh to feel everything so Deeply! "Do not think me to be upon the Surface where Waves crash but instead may you find me upon the Ocean Floor where Silence & Stillness exist Forevermore" 💯

Carmina :

Everything or nothing 🙏😊 I am just like that

🦊𝐻𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶𝒽⁷🦊🖤 :

It’s a curse and a blessing

michaelisapoet :

exquisitely beautiful inspired words 🌹

Iffat :

change ur manifestation...what u speak,what u wish for...will become true....I wish to see u happy n blessed with love even though I don't know who you are... manifest soulmate, universe love, loyalty, respect

™ AURYXツ :

This fit so danm perfectly….

XplrGenYlea :

These poems are amazing! Makes me feel wholesome

Porkchop :

Andrew Colson :

I bet you were made for exactly that and that you will be successful in doing.

Eleanor David :

he thought something else of me i guess...😳

Stranger🖤 :

Born to love not to be loved💔

YOUR🐍SWEET🐍BOY🥹🦇 :

No naa

luna13vampir :

indeed 🔥

evenin tide :

Me too!🤨

Quantum Love Field :

True love resonates at the soul level it sees you, not just your presence or your offerings. The Universe is gently guiding you to discern these frequencies so you can pour your energy into connections that honor your divine worth.

️ :

nice

Motivation || Rise 1% :

Wow

soul_whisperer_43 :

💯

Sylviette 🩷 :

I was not made casual. I was born to feel .... to carry oceans beneath my ribs, to let every beautiful thing undo me. I was born to bleed for the moments others pass without noticing, the tremble in a voice, the silence after goodbye, the way love lingers in empty rooms like perfume on forgotten clothes. I was never meant for shallow waters or half-hearted hands. My soul was carved from longing, from wildfire and devotion, from the kind of love that ruins and resurrects you all in the same breath. I love with my entire being... recklessly, tenderly, completely. Not because it is easy, but because I do not know how to offer fractions of myself to the people who become part of my heart. And yes, it hurts. God, it hurts. To feel everything so deeply is to live with open veins in a world that praises numbness. But even so, I would rather ache from loving too much than spend my life untouched, unmoved, unseen. So let them call me intense. Let them call me too soft, too emotional, too much. I was not made casual. I was born to feel, to bleed, to love with the entirety of my soul.