// It's mornings like this that make winter bearable. 🇮🇹 Ezio Auditore da Firenze , mio amore, come warm me up. It's cold over here!

“I can’t sleep when you’re not next to me. I can’t keep my focus not knowing if we’ll be together. I adore you. You’re the madness I need, the passion I breathe, the spark that brings me to life. I will go wherever you are.”

//This image is so serene and beautiful! Thank you for posting these lyrical delights for us, tessoro. 🩷

*sqeesing her eyes shut, she tries not imagine the worst possible outcome of his leap* "Well, at least the ground is softer here..." *...continues to mumble 'il mio sciocco' under her breath...*

*hands on hips, frowning furiously as thoughts of raising their child alone circle in her mind* "Oh, you really have no idea?"

“I know you’re strong and so resilient it’s fucking unbelievable, but you don’t have to always be strong with me. It’s okay to not be okay when you’re with me. It’s my duty to make sure you feel safe enough to be real.”

“My life was stale and shuttered until you. Colorless and drab until you. I kept my broken heart to myself, until you came and took it in your gentle hands and breathed life into it. Into me. You healed my heart, when nothing else could.”

“Whenever you’re close, everything is better. The closer you are, the easier I breathe. You take away the dark, the cold. And you remind me what it’s like to want to be here.”

Then I sat at the typewriter, saying to myself: Write, you weakling; write, you madwoman, write your misery out, write out your guts, spill out what is choking you, shout obscenely.

Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary