just for you

The stars will go out before I forget you. Vent writing blog🤍 she/her | sapphic| 19

[teenietinytangerine]

one trope that i'll never grow tired of:

"you guys know each other?" *have explored every inch of each other's body and permanently tainted the other's soul* "we've met."

[wiltedwriter-deactivated2025090]

[redstonedust]

the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.

[myfakeplasticlove13]

I wish I knew you when you were 11 :/

[cc4800]

Mentioning you in passing is the only remaining way i can love you.

[darkbicademia-deactivated202206]

falling in love for the first time as a teenager was so beautiful and strange. if i meet them after decades i could recognize them just by looking at their hand; but i don’t ever want to meet them again because they remind me of a time i’d like to forget. we never kissed or embraced but that doesn’t matter for i clearly remember how we would high-five, make each other laugh, sit close to each other on the bus, brush against each other, talk non-stop and just how fucking happy they made me. i remember the way they adjusted their glasses, the shape of their lips, the way they’d stare out of the bus window lost in their own world of science and math and magic. but they don’t even remember my fucking birthday. i’ve spent hundreds of hours wishing they’d kiss me but if they actually did i’d probably mumble a sorry and sprint away. i want them to want me- but i don’t actually, i want to be with them- but i’d probably break up a week in. i’ve liked a dozen guys and half a dozen girls and more since i was a wee little kid in kindergarten but the only childhood love i’ll ever remember is them. and darling, if you’ve read this- don’t ever talk to me again. i can’t bear you knowing i have loved you like this.

[folk-lorde]

I want to know your coffee order and your favorite shops. I want to know your favorite month and why. I want you to tell me about the books that changed you and the music that kept you alive. I want to know which side of the bed you like best. I want to know the lines of poems that give you chills and which shade of the sky makes you feel at peace. I want to know the people and places you call home. I want to know if you like the crust on your sandwiches. I want to know if you pour too much sugar in your tea. I want to know if you feel the same way about me.

[hopeless-romantic-thoughts]

[12:00am] What are you doing to me? I had a clear goal in mind: to completely get over you. I was near successful… until your name lit up my screen with multiple texts from you. You initiated and carried the conversation, like as though you had missed my presence in your life. That was the happiest I have been… till I haven’t seen another text from you again. 

If you could only hear how my heart cries out for you and how my mind is filled with the thoughts and memories of you…

[paperbacksappho]

you taught me love, and to you: i am so sorry you weren’t the one i could share it with

[cc4800]

"They must be very special, the one who you still can't give up after they blocked you completely."

[cc4800]

Still difficult to believe you are not in my life, when you never left my heart.

Happy birthday.

[swxxtxars]

how do I feel love? What is it, where do I go to find it?

It’s so difficult for me to believe in this concept because I’ve never experienced it and I just can’t understand what this feeling is.

How does one love another so much that one is willing to live the rest of one’s life with just the other’s memory?

[londonfromparis]

“Last night I dreamt that I came back to you. I jumped into your arms and just started sobbing because I loved you so much. It felt like home. It wasn’t real though. I guess I just miss you - or the thought of you. It’s not easy being alone after being with someone that made you understand what it’s like to love someone with every fiber of your being.”

— It’s over, now what? // 9.28.21

[youneedsomeprompts]

Prompts about unrequited love?

15 unrequited love prompts

Feel free to use and reblog!

Setting/situation:

#1 - their love interest forgets even the important information about them (e.g. their name, where they met, etc)

#2 - their love interest prefers spending time with others

#3 - telling themselves they'll get over it but their actions speak another language

#4 - forgiving their love interest everything no matter how hurtful

#5 - looking back on a long history of unrequited love towards their love interest

#6 - interpreting every move from their love interest as a hopeful sign

#7 - everything they hear or read serves as advice on their tragic matter with their love interest

#8 - their love interest asks them for help/advice on dating/flirting for a third person, they silently grieving deliver

#9 - unable to imagine themselves with someone else than their love interest, so their future seems very lonely to them

#10 - trying to adjust/tone down their feelings so that they're on the same level with their love interest

Dialogue:

#11 - "But I just can't erase my feelings. Believe me, I have tried."

#12 - "How can something beautiful as love make one so unhappy?"

#13 - "I'm sorry but I just can't give you what you want."

#14 - "Every new day is a new attempt at forgetting what has determined every day of the last years. Every day I try to forget you."

#15 - "I can't say if the day I met you was the best or the worst day of my life."

[mispelled-thoughts]

I think the most common type of heartbreak is the one with best friends. you used to hang out together anymore. you know what they hate. what they love. what they get too hyped up about. what makes them cry. what lights their eyes up. they used to be the first person that came to your mind when something happened.

but now you look at them smiling with someone else on social media. and you feel a little bit broken. you used to be the one to make then laugh so much, they almost cried. but now they barely remember you exist. you want to call them, ask them how they're doing. whether they're happier without you. but you don't and your finger keeps lingering over their photo, not knowing whether you should scroll past and forget them like they did you or to like it and show that you still think of them from time to time.

the biggest tragedy is that no one talks about it. no one takes it seriously.

[celticsongfairy]

[aegissi]

acts of love:

taking pics of ur friends without them asking u to bc they looked so pretty in that exact moment

randomly giving tiny gifts (a comic book that ur friend likes, a heart-shaped piece of paper with a sweet message on it)

handwritten letters with cute stickers

remembering what ur friend likes or dislikes

inside jokes

long phone calls

facetiming while ur both doing something else (study dates like that are on another level of intimacy)

cooking something for ur friend

sending texts when u randomly think abt them

listening without judging

making someone laughs so hard that their whole body shakes

hanging out in furniture stores nd testing every couch there is

deep conversations when it's deep in the night

holding hands while jaywalking so that u Both get hit by a car

randomly buying a flower for someone

letting ur friends taste ur food and also tasting theirs to the point where u basically ate a fair amount off of each plate on the table

"give me that I'll carry it for u"

helping ur friend decide what to wear while also reminding them that they look amazing no matter what

being involved in every bad hair decision (dyeing ur friend's hair grey in between playing with their switch)

paying attention

being aware nd understanding of someone's financial situation ("dw I'll pay for u")

looking stupid in public together (dancing in stores to overplayed pop songs, singing loudly in ur car)

hugging people when u say hi and goodbye to them

being there for someone even if u can't help them

"this reminded me of u"

allowing people to be human, with everything that this entails