It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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i want to be loved,
but fear the weight of it.
i want to be perceived,
but panic when eyes linger.
theres a strange comfort there;
in wanting and recoiling.
in craving, then flinching.
its a quiet violence.
my heart breaking,
and me kneeling on the shards.
— regardless; i reach for warmth, and find the echo of my own undoing.
shhhh… the wives are communicating….
ive cupped the river in trembling hands,
thinking if i held it still enough,
it would stop its rush,
stay clear, stay kind.
but water keeps its promise to move
carving paths i cannot follow,
slipping through every reason
i whisper into its current.
ive learned the cruel mercy of time
how it heals, but not always to wholeness;
how it takes, and still leaves enough
for us to keep trying.
and so i stand at the edge,
hands open now,
knowing some tides are meant
to be watched, not won.
Longing prompts
⊹♡ brushing hands together but never holding
⊹♡ lingering looks across crowded rooms
⊹♡ “you’re staring” → “so are you”
⊹♡ hugging a second too long, not wanting to let go
⊹♡ sleeping back-to-back, both awake, both aching
⊹♡ almost kissing, interrupted every time
⊹♡ memorizing each other’s laugh like it’s sacred
⊹♡ “if only things were different” whispered into the night
⊹♡ standing so close their breaths mingle, but not touching
⊹♡ fingers hovering near each other but never intertwining
⊹♡ exchanging gifts that mean more than they admit
⊹♡ “you’re my favorite what-if”
⊹♡ the pause before saying goodbye, hoping for more
⊹♡ cheeks flushed from catching each other’s eyes too often
⊹♡ walking home together, neither wanting the night to end
Lines That Hurt to Write (and Read)
✮ "Every time I laugh, it feels like I’m stealing from the person I used to be."
✮ "I keep telling people I’m healing, but all I’m really doing is hiding."
✮ "The silence in my head is louder than any scream."
✮ "I don’t remember what it feels like to be wanted."
✮ "Some nights I pretend I’m okay just so nobody asks questions."
✮ "I think I’ve forgotten how to be loved."
✮ "I didn’t lose myself, I watched myself leave, piece by piece."
✮ "I want to be strong, but I’m so tired of fighting shadows."
✮ "I keep rewriting the past in my head, like it’ll hurt less if I change the ending."
✮ "I don’t want to be a burden. That’s why I suffer in silence."
✮ "Sometimes I wonder if anyone would notice if I just… disappeared."
✮ "You said time heals everything, but all it did was make the ache quieter."
✮ "I don’t hate you. I hate that I still love you."
✮ "Every smile I wear feels like a costume I can’t take off."
✮ "I thought I could carry it all, but it’s crushing me."
✮ "I used to dream of the future. Now I just pray to survive tomorrow."
✮ "I want to scream, but I’m scared no one would listen."
✮ "I wish someone had fought for me the way I fought for them."
✮ "I don’t want to be saved. I just want someone to stay."
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when the heavy and unbearable weight on your heart finally begins to ease and the ache softens into something lighter, you notice the breaking has stilled.
the longing is still there, but it no longer drowns you—it feels different now, quiet and steady like the crashing waves of the ocean.
it doesn’t suffocate; it reminds you.
it reminds you that the love you desire isn’t unreachable, that it has always been waiting, closer than you believed.
it whispers that what once felt like a distant dream could, in truth, be yours, drawing nearer with every breath, every step, every moment you allow hope to stay.
Writing but it’s just a detailed account of every minute we shared together
i would like to hold on to everything
sorry for being romantic, i‘ll go back to being scared of love. give me a second
on tumblr posting things i’ve never told anyone else
its always like be careful this song might become a memory. this cologne might become a memory. this brand of beer might become a memory. i time travel all the time
My soul feels sad and won't react
i will b pathetic on my own blog fuck all of u
Part of true yearning is looking stupid as hell to everyone who doesn’t get it