#completely infatuated

[alltoounwellll]

moony walks through the door normally and sirius looks up and immediately gets a hard on

[ninichii-xcix]

I want to know everything about you. What makes you happy? What keeps you up at night? What kind of meals do you make for yourself? Do you have any comfort shows or films or songs? How do you cope with stress? What makes someone a suitable partner for you? Can I be a suitable partner for you?

I want to learn every nook, every crevice, every inch, every single part of you that you’re willing to share. I want to count the freckles on your cheeks — be the only one who knows the exact number. I want to memorize the scars on your skin, know their history and carry them with me for a long time. I want to know you. I want to love you.

[euesworld]

"She arouses my inner beast the way she makes my heart beat by radiating pure sexuality.."

She may be innocent looking but she hides a monster deep inside that only comes out to play when the lights go out at night - eUë

[fromsouptonuts]

𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚

Steve Martin talking about how “infatuated” he was when he met Martin Short on the 3 Amigos set. He was jealous of Marty’s child!

[capybara]

met a really really cute guy at the bar tonight 1000 kisses to him

[nd-poite]

Things I might tell you someday #1

I’m infatuated with you. . .

I’m obsessed with the way you bite your lips and think, with the way you watch the stars and search the skies for other life — and teach me things I never knew. . . I love the way you know so much but say so little — and I know that I talk a lot and think a lot, I deafen every silence but your words are warmer and so much louder than any silly idea I could come up with

I’m fascinated with how much music you know, I thought only I knew that much music — but you know every lyric and every beat, your mind probably plays symphonies — you’ve only been to one concert but being with you is like going to a thousand and I’m jealous

I’m stunned with how kind you are and how honest you’ve been, and how easily I could’ve known you if I hadn’t been so afraid. . . You told me that even broken records make music and I still don’t know what to do with that piece of info. I don’t know when I started expecting the worst from people, but I regret not realizing how amazing you were sooner and not giving you a fairer chance

And that’s why I can’t stop staring at you, admiring you, wondering how to explain what is I feel — especially when I see your body and know I’ll never be able to accurately put it on a canvas and nor am I a good enough photographer to capture the moment either — I just have to sit back and enjoy your beauty as it is, knowing I’ll never have that moment again

My life has been this whirlwind since you came into my world, I’ve been spinning on this go-around wondering when our game of roulette is going to end in flames // everyone can’t stop warning me about the person who’d make a terrible life partner, not knowing I never had plans to keep you. . . For me this predicated love is enough for me, just to have you for a little while, just to know you and hear you and see you — just to kiss you and taste you and smell you on my clothes for a little while — have you put art on my walls and wipe my tears away for just one today — it’s worth it. . . But I can’t play pretend forever. . .

And I know that I’ve let you down and I’ve used you, almost just as much as you’ve used me — and we are both collectively selfish people. . . And sometimes I wish we were actual friends because I know that the uncomfortable truth wears me out — that I’m not in love with you, I’m infatuated with you as I learn to fall back in love with life — and little things like this, longing kisses and cuddles are all I can give (they’re all you can give) to cover my truths and your lies

Thank you

[cupddelock]

"Yes I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body I must give my thoughts, my mind, and my dreams and you weren't having any of those.”

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. 2000.

[strmborns]

Short haired Daemon did it for Rhaenyra. And I have to say, he did it for me too 

[shallweswoon]

Not much Bridgerton content lately, so have been focusing on other stuff... writing, reading, work. Sorting through pictures I've saved I came across this one. It is everything, and brought all my Luke feels right back. His smile, his messy hair, just his overall Luke-ness. Also Nicola looks adorable, per usual. Just thought I'd share with all you lovelies. How many days and counting?...

[sophr112]

unrequited crushes hurt so bad

why cant you just like me too

[alyw790]

[euesworld]

"Whether it be today or tomorrow, I will show you all of the love in my heart.. yesterday is but a memory, but every tomorrow shall fall like the sands of time. I shall love you wholly, completely, and with all of me.."

I shall love you until the stars stop burning - eUë

[intriguingspecimen]

Man I’m trying here. I really am. @hopeShook_

[funnyloveandothertrash]

Same but with a him.

[pokemonleagueofficial]

Yeah we gotta tag the trees for like, growth tracking and data validation n stuff and our system lets us add notes and nicknames so obvi we give all the trees nicknames. I give all of my trees my name because i fuckin love my name

-Ranger anon

are you willing to tell me more over a lame lunch

[serine-emotions]

I am not asking for you back. I am waiting for all the heartbreak you caused me to go away; every unspoken fight, sly comment, and unnecessary acts of hatred. When I met you, I felt my soul lighten with a beam of happiness, but now all my light is gone and I only feel the darkness left behind. I am not saying this to make you sad, or to get you back, but you need to know how you wrecked me. How you took a woman who was so ready to love and killed her. My heart hurts. It is an unbearable pain, yet I would rather feel the pain of losing you than to never have know the gleam of loving you. Like I said, I do not want you back, only the memories that left me smiling. And for those I thank you. But once again,

I do not want you back.

—past lovers spoken letter