#weird love

[supersonic2007]

Ive been ao into this movie hoping I'll find someone like Kyle, but in a girl version. Is that weird to say???

[plotarcade]

it started with cupcakes

“so how did you two meet?” my new coworker asked.

i glanced at my boyfriend. we’ve been together a year now, and every time someone asks that question… i dread it a little.

some love stories start off cute. bumping into each other in a bookstore. reaching for the same thing at the same time.

others are rooted in history. someone you’ve known forever.

but us?

we met in a strange, weird way that still makes me stop and think… yeah. this is our love story.

the night i met him, it was raining so hard most stores had already closed, worried about the roads flooding.

i was about to lock up my own shop for the same reason when he pushed his way inside.

completely soaked. slightly out of breath. a little desperate.

he asked if he could buy cupcakes. like… begged for them.

i told him we were closed. i really didn’t want to open the register again.

and then he blurted out,

“my dog hasn’t taken a shit in three days, and your cupcakes fix it every time.”

…

i just stared at him.

and then i gave him the cupcakes.

the next day, he came back.

and somewhere between the apology, the awkward smile, and the fact that he risked flooded roads for his dog…

i was hooked.

because sure, it wasn’t the sweetest meet cute.

but somehow?

it was ours.

[cr00kedfangz]

When you look at me I hope you see home. See that I have carved out a cavity in the shape of you. I saved the extra skin as a duvet, my spongey lungs your pillow. I’d all but wheeze joyfully, in your comfort stewing there in my body heat. Think each lub-dub of my bleeding beating heart a trotting metronome from tallied sheep. Rest in the walls of my being, in the hole only you can fill, and call it home.

[chaos-thinks]

It kills me that the way I love will never be matched. I don't even know if I should call it love. More of a devotion or deep appreciation. A feeling that covers you and brings you comfort but also claws at you. You beg to feel the same thing back but no one can. You might find someone and get hopeful just for them to do or say something that completely throws you off and ruins it. I've found someone recently. I know they can't reciprocate how I feel but I have hope that they might be able to at least live with it. They listen and talk, welcome me home and sit with me, take care of me with no reason. They are unnecessarily sweet and intresting and make me feel like I might matter. And it disgusts and pains me that I know they won't feel the same. I am so scared to even mention the topic. I fear touching them or being too near. I'm so afraid that I will make a mistake and it will all come crumbling. I would rather sit alone with my feelings than risk losing the bit of comfort I have with the current dynamic. No matter how much it pains me. I know it's for the best. I love them in the strangest way and maybe one day far from now I'll admit it. But that day is no time soon.

[imusteat]

cannibalism warm up/practice !! im washed as hell

serves as a message for my future lover too ♥️

i lay myself down on my very own operating table placed at the end of one of many halls in my palace.

with trembling hands I pick up the scalpel and make seemingly random, but precise and meaningful cuts on the abdomen. i open myself up and my body blooms like a flower. it drips it's sweet juice, lathering me like condiment. not dead, still i rot.

i carve my small intestine into a plate, making sure the aftermath looks forevermore grotesque. its soft and no puncture holes leak any digest, I've been starving for a long time; i may not be sufficient as prey. i scale and search my insides, hunting, ironically, to provide for the predators.

i push my muscles onto the plate with my disgusting, bloody hands— this... will be my focal point, this is what I've prepared for, this... is my design.

my ribs turn sharp, as if in protest. their silhouettes form on my chest as they protrude, looking like little maggots feeding... stealing raw and unapologetically. then, like a bursting chrysalis, the ribs pierce out. they look... cracked and defeated, like not worth loving.

beads of blood form around the puncture holes, wanting to adorn me with their own sick sense of jewelery.

the angels cry over me for i am not for myself anymore, this body of mine was made to be destroyed.

[ladytanithia]

[dinkiestboi]

i don't know what i am or why i am, but i do know that whatever kind of love i'm able to experience is queer in some shape so i think i'll just be content with calling my kind of affection "weird love"

i have a favoritest person ever and i do not want to leave and i love him so so much and i don't care what kind of love it is, all i know is that i can trust him and i want to shower him in affection and attention

[happylonersblog]

I was the white colour to the swan in the moonlight.

I was a peacock feather dancing in the rain.

I was a drop of dew lying on the leaves of a plant that was shining when the sun rose.

I was the purest water in the river that was flowing slowly.

I was the gentle breeze you felt that day on the hill top.

I was the sound of a waterfall that soothe your heart.

I was the wings of the birds that flew high in the sky without fear!

Yet, I was incomplete, just because you left me so!