[feral-ballad]

Katie Ford, from If You Have to Go: Poems; “The Addresses”

[Text ID: “That’s love? to remember I’m remembered? / But I wish someone wanted to have me. / There’s a difference,”]

[daughter-fr0m-hell]

major in yearning with a minor in fleeting glances and daydreams

[twospiritstooprideful]

clocking in to my shift at the yearning factory

[spookys4pphic]

“You’re a nerd” I say as I look at you with heart eyes while you info dump to me

[v-o-g-u-e-i-s-a-r-t]

1974.

© Harry Gruyaert

[syring3]

[neckkiss]

Tea, please! via weheartit

[akinkybitchthings]

[sugarcrits10]

[poopyhooman-deactivated20230814]

I find it hilarious that people on here are always surprised to know I go to therapy like… of course I’m traumatized, where do you think I got all these kinks from?

[brattyxhellxkitten]

[defoluegolar]

[miami-runner]

Anonymously ask me anything you want.

[hxpeless-rxmantic-shipper]

“It’s not the drugs. It’s not because I’m intoxicated. It’s you. I want all of you. I want to taste your sweet lips.”

[thegoodvybe]

[theweeklyzine]

I might be having a crush at the moment. Does he like me? Does he not?

Ich bin möglicherweise aktuell etwas verknallt. Mag er mich? Mag er mich nicht?

zine by @lillygothe

[blossomfully]

“Her lips were the remnants of the last boy who had loved her, red like his favourite sweatshirt. And now she kissed a new boy with dark hair, and she kissed him like she meant it, but he was never quite sure if her closed-eye hunger was from practice or if it was real. “I want you to love me,” she said, “but I’m selfish. I don’t want you to love anyone else.” “I do,” he said. And she thought it was strange that he didn’t ask if she loved him back, as her fingers ran through his hair. And he sighed as her eyelashes brushed his cheeks. He thought it was strange that she could act with such affection when there was really nothing there.”

— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #155