(RIP)TIDE

Singapore

[voicevoices-deactivated20200623]

[shesanonymousfornow]

I love non-sexual intimacy.

Like let me sit your lap with your hands on my waist while I talk your ear off about something stupid that I just feel like telling you about. Let me play with your hands. Let me run my nails along your muscles to relax you. Lay your head in my lap while I scratch your head so you can fall asleep. Let’s cuddle while we watch tv at night in a dim lounge room with only the soft light of a lamp. Let me brush your hair and play with it. Let me literally just exist in your space.

[thetanaz]

[thoughtkick]

“It’s better to have nobody than someone who is half there, or who doesn’t want to be there.”

— Unknown

[dilmfirector]

[nothingspecialjustasoul]

I romanticize the sadness because it’s the only thing that ever stayed

[daveygillywillymour-deactivated]

“how many times are you going to listen to that song” until the void in my heart is filled

[quoteastic]

That's my problem, I think too much and I feel too deeply. What a dangerous combination.

[venusunsogugu]

[festeredhearts]

[seraphemia]

[diewithasmile-e]

[majabebber]

Maybe I have to savor cups of coffee, soak in the golden light of sunsets, get lost in the arms of my friends, in their laughter. Maybe I have to live in the moment and let the past go. Maybe I have to let go of the idea that there is anything in the world that fills the void, that gives me back all the things that I’m missing because there isn’t. I am only truly fulfilled when I am grateful for everything that I already have. Maybe I need people more than anything else. People who understand me. Maybe I have to feel the rain with every inch of my body. Maybe I have to memorise every kiss, every look into my eyes. Maybe I have to remember their eye colour and the way they said my name. Maybe those are the things that make me feel truly alive. Maybe it’s rainy days, maybe it’s listening to old songs that make me feel nostalgic. Maybe it’s days spent in bookshops and cafés. Maybe it’s buying fresh flowers. Maybe it’s hot cups of coffee early in the morning. Maybe it’s falling asleep to the sound of rain. Maybe it’s nothing I own, maybe it’s experiences, maybe it’s memories.

[seaphine]

the day we started talking to each other; i wonder if the stars looked down at us and thought “they finally met”.

[girl-in-ur-daydreams]

Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever missed by those who don’t speak to me anymore.

[highonoverthinking]

[quotesthatstayedwithme]

It is both a blessing

And a curse

To feel everything

So deeply