Just some reasons for you to do everything you always wanted but have no courage to do it.
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Does anyone know… uhm… if we can still post smut/erotica here?
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There’s so much weight on words not shared. Carrying it alone is terrible.
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If you’re seeing this, is your sign to go absolutely feral.
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I dreamed about you the whole night last night. Even though it might not have actually been the whole night, it felt that way, and I want to believe we had as much time as it felt like we did. It made me remember all the endless days we spent together, but a few blocks apart. How we chatted the whole day, non-stop, about everything and we got to see each other’s souls in a level that no time or space apart will ever erase.
Even though you’re not that person anymore. Neither am I. Did you dream about me as well?
It made me think about the theory of quantum entanglement of particles. How, if two particles interact, they are forever connected, changed on such a deeper level that they are forced to carry that change for eternity. Even though I haven’t touched you in years, I know that there is still some of me in you. Even if just the idea of who we were back then.
In my dream, it was like time hadn’t passed. The familiarity was the same. The way we talked to each other, casually, like we have all the time in the world, was also the same. And I wish I knew I was dreaming, so I could look at your face for a second longer, grasping the map of your freckles and how your hair falls onto your face. Or to ask questions I have been wanting to ask for so long, but haven’t gotten the chance. Life is so crazy, because even when I am on your hometown, I still don’t bump into you. Maybe it’s timing. Or fait. Or destiny. Maybe we were made to be memories in each other’s minds, forever wondering what could have been if only we were smarter, more emotionally mature, or just… older.
The girl I used to be misses the boy I think you were. And I will be forever impacted by your presence, even if just on a “what if” level.
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