#dating again

[kochajmniekochaniemoje]



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[sakurachainsaw]

Nothing hotter than when ya mans wants a kiss, he grabs your chin or face, pulls you in and kisses you.

Take it, baby. Whatever ya want

Ugh

[losingmygrasponreality]

“I honestly haven't felt the way you make me feel in a very long time. I just feel the click everytime I’m with you and a lot of things start to make sense again and I feel alive. I’m sorry if that’s a bit strong.”

BITCH WHAAAAATTTTTT

Yeah I’m gonna be heartbroken at the end this, aren’t I? Cause there’s no way this is real.

[inmyglowupera]

Dating is wild.

Cause like how do I even explain that my type is “so-genius-smart-he-lacks-social-awareness”? That I’m immediately drawn in if he paints miniature figures, had an unhealthy relationship with Pokémon GO growing up, or knows way too many BTS anecdotes about Lord of the Rings? If he’s reading some obscure non-fiction about a long-forgotten philosopher, I’m like—oh, maybe he’s the one. That Dwight from The Office? Ideal man.

But what if I’m not my type’s type? What if my eager, overly extroverted, can’t-shut-up self is a huge turnoff? I do be yapping for hours about anything that excites me. And what if he hates that I scream-sing Taylor Swift while cooking? Or that I’m so basic I own a Hallmark Christmas movie-watching mug and start counting down to pumpkin spice season in July?

What if I can’t even find my type on dating apps because they’re either too anxious to be there or too disgusted by what I assume they’d call “performative online mating rituals”?

Or was my type already snatched up by wiser women in their twenties while I’m still figuring things out in my thirties?

I don’t know, dating is wild. Thoughts and prayers, y’all. Thoughts and prayers.

[kulekrizpy]

awhile back someone send me a meme that was like "gotta be a little fruity to get a baddie these days"

this is soooo true. i'm a baddie be fruity at me

[dearduende]

is this excitement

I feel stirring

that lone butterfly

long gone in hibernation

lifting her wings

defrosting in January sun

or is it a tickle

in my throat

from the chest cold

I’ve been fighting

or maybe it’s both

but there’s a glimmer

or something

promising,

not empty but open

promising

not definite but curious

promising

to open me up

from within again

to stretch my roots

for nourishment again

to turn my face

toward the warmth

and to bloom

again.

[barbienefertiti]

I wish Bumble had a career search or something. Poverty will not find me in the land of the living lmaoo

[jmacofearth]

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Someday You Will Be Loved: Affirming Your Adventurous Heart

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