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@versesoftheheart
I am good. I am loved.
"what do you do for a living?" Oh I am a professional hopeless romantic and I read books and cry in my free time.
especially when the book boyfriends are way better than boys in real life 😭
Whoever romanticized yearning clearly never felt the weight of it. It’s one of the most unbearable emotions restless, hollow, and all consuming. Yearning makes you ache for something just out of reach, turning even the simplest moments into reminders of what you don’t have. It’s not poetic, it’s exhausting and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
I THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING / THAT HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE - Michael Gray Bulla
wanting and needing and yearning and longing and desiring and pining and craving btw. if u even care
what it feels like to have a crush :
jesus christ, i want to be loved. i want to have someone want me. i want to have someone touch me, stroke their thumb across my cheek, and tell me i’m beautiful. i want to have someone run to me to tell me their good news. i want to have someone melt at the sound of my voice. i want to feel someone’s blush under my fingers as i tell them how cute they are. i want someone to whisper sweet things to me as i fall asleep. i want someone to hold me and run their fingers through my hair. i want to have a life, to have a life with somebody, to have a life where things are good and warm and soft and safe. i want to be happy and capable and loved. i want to finally just be capable of that. i want to be more. i want to feel like a person, like i’m real, like i’m worth somebody’s time and affection. fucking hell, i just want to be loved.
horrible news guys…. i want to be in love
Ada Limón, “To Be Made Whole”, On Being with Krista Tippett
Rebecca Solnit, Hope In The Dark
Slow Dance with Sasquatch, Jeremy Radin
— Nitya Prakash
Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"
yeah a crush is cool and all, but have you ever had a "crush" that doesn't feel like a crush? you wake up every morning thinking about them, look forward to meeting them next, waiting impatiently to see them, a constant replay of them in your head. if you go too long, even a day, without meeting them, there's this inexplainable sadness that creeps inside me. the little touches make you feel warm. never electric. just warm. always anticipating their texts, the little comments they make linger in my mind the rest of the day. the week even. endless staring and staring and staring. unconciously. subtly, i try. the eye contact. god, the eye contact. it feels like the even the milliseconds multiply into milliseconds. my heart stops. but the thing that convinces me that it isn't a crush is the "butterflies". there was never once that feeling when you look at them, it's peaceful, and it's like your breath just catches in your chest, and the seconds seem to stretch on a little. i don't have a clue on what im saying. and what this is. it only seems to grow with time.
welp. this didn’t age well for me
i want to be a sweet and friendly girl but there’s all this anxiety. and the horrors
and rage
yeah and also the rage