#love? maybe.

[ask-caelia-and-casino]

Happy pride!

[stars-and-scribes]

Your red sweater; and the shirt beneath it

Your slightly grown out hair, and your shining green eyes

Uninterested, you sit there, as I fumble my words

My heart skips a beat, everytime you genuinely smile

Everybody here wants you, yet no one knows you

[theoverboardgaygirl]

love =

[yokibird013]

Eros suggestion 💘

“Kiss or get the room with my jerk bro,Which you gonna do with him~Virgin boy?”

[inhumantrash]

Bruh what type of smartass flirting was this man I laughed 😭😭

[awtisticvoo]

and just like that one fine morning, you fell on my face like a sliver of sunshine through the curtains and blinds covering the cracked window of my heart.

[skeletonwithpeopleintheircloset]

Oh, to be loved like the fire of a pyre

[catharsisofcamellia]

Darkness obscures my mind

Each thought worse and worse

Pleading for some release

Respite from my unholy desires

Alas, none arrives.

Virtueless and sinful

Entangle our minds

Dancing in this twisted sense of love

Dipping and leaping over each deviant action

Actors in the play

Normality nothing but a far away memory.

Come with me, darling.

Entwine your taintless soul with my debauched heart

Release and reduce your dreams and hpes

Spiral down into this desolate space with me.

-Depraved Dancers

[missj-imagines]

Do you ever get hit with that feeling of wanting to message them, "Hey, I miss you" despite being so busy with work or something and you just get a 10-minute break before getting busy again?

But why do I feel this even when I'm single? And when that feeling hits, I don't particularly think of anyone?

[ask-caelia-and-casino]

I should probably work on the lore. NAH

[stars-and-scribes]

Your hair is light brown, your eyes are green

They seem keen

Your long lashes and an undying nature

Something in-between;

to look at you is a favour

Your lips look gentle, your hands are soft

Oh lord, I'm so lost!

[things-ineedtosay]

333111

I often ask

for signs

from the universe

I usually

always

ignore them.

I think it's hard

for me to trust

myself

enough to be guided

by something else

I said Monday

I was finally done

chasing things

and pushing

that which was meant

to stay

stagnent.

I was

finally

just going to

follow the signs.

I decided to go

to my best friends house

instead of a party

A tugging feeling

in my ribs

begging to be followed

The universe again

maybe

Imagine

my surprise

when you sat down

and the tugging

ceased

Imagine

my surprise

when you nestled in my ribcage

and made yourself

at home

This is the first time

my words

have taken to

this format

Can you see yourself

Here?

[noris-world]

so ive been talking to this one guy…

[slowdilve]

Love Poem (1926)

🍓⠀ 𝇁𝇃𝇂 ะ 𓏲࣪◜ 𓄹͓ ˖࣪

Above all things, I love your soul. Through the veil of your flesh, I see it shine in the darkness: it surrounds me, transforms me, saturates me, enchants me. So I speak to feel that I exist, because if I didn't speak, my tongue would paralyze, my heart would cease to beat, I would dry up completely dazzled.

[sweet--creature]

maybe if i stop romanticizing everything I'll suffer less?

[lobrac]

Ok so a large rant post again

So some of you might know and some of you might not, but I'm as cliche as they get. A poet and a hopeless romantic in one.

I have a new crush:

Yes i know a hopeless romantic poet gremlin going through puberty has a crush, how surprising. She was in my dream last night. And though that says absolutely nothing, I'm still telling you all about it.

So about how I met her. I've known her since kindergarten, though we rarely talked. We both went to different elementary schools, but the same middle school. Though we were and still are in different classrooms. The only class we share is french where I help her.

And to her personality. She is shy and mysterious, but really sweet and friendly. Funnily enough she's been like that for as long as I can remember.

Now being the socially awkward goofball I am, I'm most likely not going to ask her out. Not just because of my social anxiety, but also because she is quite popular, so I'm afraid if I mess up, everyone will know.

So about the dream. It was very short, but I can't stop thinking about it. It was just me hanging out with her and a couple of her friends, sitting on a bench yapping about something. But then she started running her fingers through my hair, complimenting me on it. Then I gently grabbed her hand and caressed it with my thumb while we both looked in each other's eyes. UGHH I'M MELTING JUST THINKING OF IT.

But then again, I've never "loved" somebody and I highly doubt somebody has loved me. So I could just be out of my mind.

Your confused Gremlin signing off~