#limerence

[undergroundmotherroad-blog]

The Limerence Relapse

Oops, I did it again. I saw him again and I gave up. My brain is determined to fixate and ruminate on this individual, that I can’t fight what seems to be at this point, inevitable. And after today’s performance, it is clear that I may as well just lean in and go with the flow. It’s better this way, probably.  (more…)

The Limerence Relapse

[gayassgolemka]

Ugh it sucks being an interesting person and people instantly falling in love/becoming obsessed with you

[placetodreamaboutsomebody]

Oh how horrible.

Tumblr must know me a bit too well and has started showing me posts of your favorite character. I didn't like him all that much, I find myself growing more fond of him when I see how much you love that blorbo.

Maybe not so horrible.

[jolynesnonbinarywife555]

Why do I still think about her?

All I want is for it to stop…

It’s driving me crazy…

I want the thoughts of me and her out of my life!

Make it stop….

I thought I was over her…

Stop…

[noneyah1251]

Stranger In My Dreams

- Friday Night Limerence

A stranger comes

to me every night

in my dreams,

to sing me to sleep.

A simple kind of melancholy

a requiem of curiosity.

Lucid,

I wonder:

could this ever

play out for me?

This dance inside my head

will not rest,

yet it’s my favorite scene.

A night inside my mind

sounds good to me,

if it’s your cheeks

I see

smiling back at me.

[a-lady-and-her-quill]

𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒.

[jolynesnonbinarywife555]

Shout out to the time I experienced limerence for the voice actress for Jolyne Cujoh. It lasted four years. Four. Fucking. YEARS. The thoughts of her consumed me for years upon years, I’m still kinda struggling but it’s getting better though. Sometimes I feel guilty because I feel like even if it’s not my fault she developed PTSD from some undisclosed reason, I still feel like it is my fault in some way, like I had a hand in making it worse? Parasocial relationships can be bad sometimes, if not a lot of times. I was so lonely all four of those years obsessing over her. I still get driven crazy by seeing her birthday numbers literally every place I go every day, on license plates, serial numbers on food packaging, receipts and even on price tags. It’s fucking hell on earth, I keep seeing 76 or 706, it’s driving me nuts! That’s her birthday numbers by the way, it’s making me go crazy. I already blocked her, already researched what seeing her birthday numbers repeatedly means, can’t find anything on what it means to see someone’s birthday numbers instead of your own. People have told me angel numbers are bullshit, I’m losing my mind because people just tell me that I’m nuts and I have a frequency illusion married with confirmation bias. I don’t want to see the damn numbers anymore, I already blocked her on instagram, I already did everything I can do to avoid triggering a resurgence in my limerence towards her. I want it to stop. I’m literally seeking therapy, I’ve been going to therapy for months now, I do my best to distract myself from my obsession with this voice actress, I’m getting there gradually but it’s still a painful process. I hate how I’ve made a monster out of myself just because all I wanted was a distraction from my isolation and loneliness during and after the pandemic. I’ve tried coping with my feelings with art and writing my feelings out in poems. I feel lost… what am I supposed to do? It hurts so bad…

[urmoma12]

Limerence is a word with such a significant meaning to me. It means the I more than just love you. I’m infatuated with the idea of you. And I am. I obsess over people until it tears me apart. I think that might just be who I am now. I wish it wasn’t though. I mean, I wish I could love you a normal amount because I think then it would be easier to accept that you’re just not the one. But I can’t. And it’s all because of this disease that fills my head. I feel it getting stronger each time I mutter your name. Every time I see your initials it’s like it moves from my heart into my brain and puts me deeper into this pit I will never be able to crawl out of.