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12/3/24
why is it so much more exciting to be asked out when you aren't expecting it, rather than on a dating app?
I think we feel more authentically seen when we're not carefully compiling evidence to prove just how date-able we are.
no profile, no filtered images, no silly prompts.
yes, its nice when somebody asks for your attention, but its nicer when they ask and you hadn't already been planning on giving it to them. it makes it feel new, exciting.
he confessed that he had been watching me in class, admiring me from afar in a situation where I was raw, unposed, wholly myself.
its been a while since I wasn't perfectly posed to get what I wanted.
its refreshing to be reminded that you are simply charming.
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11/20/24
I didn't know that sex could be bad.
when you spend so long with one person who's good at what they're doing and knows you like the back of their hand, your schema for sex becomes overwhelmingly positive.
you think, "wow! sex is great!"
and it is! sex is great... with that person.
but some people kiss with too much tongue, or move too quickly, or pull your hair from the ends instead of the root, or are weird about putting on a condom.
some people claim they like the same things as you just to impress you, or lie about how experienced they are, or don't communicate what they want, or are just plain selfish.
but some people listen to you, and talk to you, and put in an effort to make it good for you.
some people are adaptable, and skilled, and communicative, and generous.
so, sex is great... you just have to find the people who respect you enough to make it great.
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opportunity by Robert Wood Lynn
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11/17/24
it's Sunday morning.
we sit in our dorm, pretty and pink, full of mugs and plants and magic.
it is the first thing that is solely ours, an independent, adult-ish thing.
I hear you yell at piano tiles, "this is not Lady Gaga!"
I laugh as you sing along anyways.
we are 18 and the world is ours for the taking.
... the world can wait until Monday :)
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Witold Pruszkowski - Spadająca Gwiazda
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11/16/24
sometimes I worry that I am perceived as a sad person.
a lonely person.
it's true that I write sad prose.
it's true that I spend much of my time alone.
but sadness is a feeling, not a character trait.
aloneness is not the same as loneliness.
for every sad word I write, I've had a dozen happy thoughts.
every moment alone has ended in the embrace of a friend.
it is simply easier to speak of the sad things, there are more words for them.
I am too busy enjoying the good to write about it.
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You don’t have to belong everywhere!
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My sweater is my happy place.
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quintessence: the quotidian by Chen Chen
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Good bread with fresh butter, the greatest of feasts.
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heavy by Mary Oliver
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11/9/24
it's moments like these that I catch myself drowning in.
I haven't been to the cinema since you took me last.
the movie made me think of you.
two people, destined to be apart, loving each other nontheless.
I saw us in their love and it makes me ache for a thing that I cannot have.
sometimes all I want is to lay across your chest one more time.
my love for you is still here and I don't know how to make it go away.
I hope it never does.
I just wish it had an outlet as perfect as us.
I miss when love was a place, not just a feeling.
how do I learn to be enough for myself?
your orchid blooms on my windowsill and I tell myself that I will do the same.
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