#this is love

[lovelyiguana]

Sending horny posts to my horny friend, bird posts to my bird friend, and unspeakably diabolical posts to my best friends.

[parasocial-looking4crumbs]

This is something real couples do without it being blurry or a shadow or used to bait the fandom and without one person looking sick or needing a drink to get through it. Real couples are natural and are spontaneous when they kiss they don't constantly need to plan a photo op to post for fans to believe their relationship is real. One of the alleged couples you ship so hard who act like siblings with the woman doing all the work barely pushing the narrative hasn't even come close to a kiss and they aren't more private than Tomdaya who we have seen kiss.

[iamcharlene]

J.M.

As midnight falls, I am finally surrendering a ghost I was never meant to hold. Tonight, with an aching heart and quiet resolve, I am severing the threads of my first love, forcing myself to step out from the shadows of a devotion that was only ever a lonely echo.

Every memory of you is a beautiful torment. Every laugh, every look, every phantom fraction of a second haunts me with a treacherous whisper: What if? What if time bends? What if, somehow, there could still be an us? But that desperate hope built an impenetrable fortress around my heart, locking out anyone who might have dared to love me as I truly deserved, anyone brave enough to reach into my world and love me whole.

They say a first love never truly dies. Perhaps that is true. Perhaps it lingers not as a joy, but as a silent monument to how deeply a soul can bleed for someone who could never feel the same.

Maybe in another life, the stars will align differently for us. Or maybe not. But regardless of what lies in the unknown, I will forever be grateful that you were part of my younger days, and that I was blessed with the rare, bittersweet gift of loving someone this deeply.

Yet, I refuse to let my life remain a tragedy written for a heart that was never mine. Tonight, I break the lock and set this grief free into the dark. I am reclaiming the shattered pieces of my spirit so I can learn to love myself first, so that one day, I can give my heart to someone who will cherish it without reservation, without fear, and without hesitation.

I am commanding my feelings to grow still. I am burying my love for you in the quiet earth of yesterday. You will forever be my first love, the beautiful storm that shattered and awakened me, but you will never be my last. Thank you for the sweet agony of a racing heart, and for letting me feel what it means to be alive, even if it was only for a fleeting moment.

Goodbye. You will always be my cookie.

[them0re-themerryh0h0h0]

I think i want to sit in a tiny train car silently resting my head on your shoulder watching the worlds pass by for the rest of our lives

[03grodie]

You bite me

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

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[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

FIFA WORLD CUP 2026

Norway vs England | 11.07.2026

[strivetothrive94]

And there they were- both of them trying so hard to be what the other person needed, and both of them avoiding the hard talks to find out what to do to find out what that is. Maybe she avoids it because she doesn’t want to seem like too much. Maybe he avoids it out of fear of confrontation. Maybe they avoid it because they don’t even know how to process and communicate things in a healthy way. But they’ll get there. Something will change. There’ll be a moment. Maybe it’s at a moment of relaxation when she breathes his scent and is reminded that this is the man she Loves. Of course he’s going to understand. Impress her. Of course she isn’t reactionary in her response. Of course they will work through it. Because they grow together.