#tc yearning

[atxokirina]

omg guys i gave L a card and some sweets today and i made her CRY… i felt so bad and i so desperately wanted to give her a hug in that moment but she was giving out people’s exam room numbers

[shiningmoonn]

i'm craving older men's attention so much right now.

[lithium-poet]

We were alone in the music room improvising together today. All of a sudden he stopped and looked over at me to tell me that it was an once in a lifetime moment, because it was an authentic portrayal of who we really were in that moment, with no expectations, only hope. We could do this again next week, and the week after that, and the week after the week after that, until the fuse of the bomb that is our time together runs out, but it would never be the same because we wouldn't be the same people that we were in that exact point in time.

It was such an intimate gesture that it startled me a little, in the best way possible. I wanted to tell him that he's my once in a lifetime, too, but I was choking on those words. I could neither swallow them nor spit them out, so they are still stuck on the back of my throat.

Dear D, sometimes I find myself wishing that we could've met some other way, some other time, and not be in the position in which we currently are. Maybe we would stand a chance then, in another universe. But it was in that moment that I realised that I wouldn't have wanted it any other way, because we wouldn't be the people that we were today and we wouldn't experience that moment in the same way. That one evanescent flash of bliss was worth all my long-winded unrequited pining and the heaviness of the grief for what could have been that I carry in my heart every day.

Be my once in a lifetime.

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶

[telescope-tc]

[heartsforyou222]

i just want to hang out with him outside of school and do fun stuff together and i want him to see me as more than just a random student god pleaseee

[melody-jellyfish]

I need her so wholly and completely, like every crevice inside my body is filled with longing for her.

[arcadiii]

I miss post true colors and pre season 3 amphibia era so bad, there was just something so fun where all the fics and art explored so many different ways the fallout of what happened in TC.

bring back sasha saving Marcy from being trapped in the castle, bring back Anne left mourning and grieving over the very possibility of Marcy being dead, bring back Marcy being stuck in this strange space of unconsciousness and consciousness where she’s left reflecting on what happened whilst her fate hangs in the balance. I MISS IT SO MUCH

[queen-of-disastersblog]

kissing older women is so religious and fulfilling

[open-me-careful1y]

‘you look nice today’ okay. Kiss me then.

[vacant2007]

[atxokirina]

in Wednesday’s lesson L was talking about our exams and she says “the exam finishes around 11:00 and you’re not gonna hang around just to see me” she underestimates me

[shiningmoonn]

i need an older man right now, i am so desperate and needy.

[lithium-poet]

D told me about his high school today. It’s a standard catholic high school in a small town nearby, with almost no social media presence and a website that was probably very cheaply designed in the late 2000s.

I scavenge for any clues he may have left from his youth like a starving animal searching for prey. I went through the poorly organised website, and there was something in me that made me click on the uniform shop. I discovered that their uniform is surprisingly similar to ours (well, there are only so many ways that a plaid skirt, a shirt and knee high socks can vary). A disgusting thought crossed my mind.

Dear D, I wonder if the way I wear my uniform reminds you of your first love in high school. I imagine her in an untucked shirt and a rolled up skirt and the same knee socks that I wear, leaning on the wall of the music room the way that I do every day.

And I then imagine you at my age, locking yourself in your bedroom writing abstruse songs for her on that old cranky piano, completely unaware of the passage of time. I imagine the way you talked about her in your bassist's basement when you'd have practice, the way you looked at her during theatre rehearsals, and the way you gathered up your courage to ask her to go to the formal with you.I imagine you working at your summer job as a cashier saving up for a guitar, feeling lost about your future and scared of the passage of time, being the first to get your drivers license in your friend group and driving your friends around blasting alternative rock, and it made me cry.

He was once just like me too.

I took the liberty to indulge myself in hypothesising his adolescence and thought of the lyrics to Lana Del Rey's Text Book.

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶

[telescope-tc]

are you ever so insanely down bad for a person that you start being attracted to the dumbest shit about them. like. omg he wears a jacket😩😩😩😩

[myheartisonthetrain]

i want to be his student, his wife, his friend and his daughter all at different times ... for every emotion he expresses i want to be the best person to let it flourish.

[melody-jellyfish]

Okay so y'all my first TC was my biology teacher in 10th and I just found the diary in which I used to write about her and it's like literally the most unhinged pathetic teen girl lesbian yearning ever written umm yeah tell me if you want me to post about it more💀