#oh to blorbo widely and freely

[thatsnotbuddies]

me: can i find some new blorbos to add to my collection

my brain: you will stumble upon your next all-consuming faves when mercury is in aquarius during a low dew point in the otways and the 16th of may falls on a tuesday, come back later

[jean-dieu]

What kind of love are you?

Tagged by @dragonologist-phd, thank you !!

Took this quiz for my blorbos Raphaël, Ziel and Lazare!

Raphaël :

Love by Choice You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

Ziel :

Love as the Dawn Pastel, saccharine and hopeful, your love rises slow to greet the day. It tiptoes on doe feet and blossoms bit by bit, petal by petal. Love is new to you, isn’t it? A fresh discovery in a world you do not quite understand. Your love loves with bated breaths. Your love swoons and sighs and lingers under awnings. Your love romanticizes. Your love aches as tenderly as a bruise. You’re swollen with desire and idealizations. The perfect kiss, the perfect touch, the perfect partner in life. Your love is wide-eyed and innocent, naive and pristine and oh, so very easily breakable. Being loved by you is to be loved by a child, by a lamb, wooly-eyed and helpless. Oh. I really hope it lasts.

Lazare:

Love as Youth Your love is buoyant. Your love is bountiful. It is ageless, and it will never age. When you fall in love, it is breathless. It is joyful and endless, it is magnificent. You think it, like your youth , will last forever. Youth is eternal, and so is your love. Your love skips rocks and tells stories, your love roasts marshmallows over fires, and laughs freely. Your love does not take itself too seriously. Your love is jumping into puddles just to watch the water splash, and dancing in the rain, and it is watching Sunday morning reruns of cartoons to feel young once more. Your love is forever, forever young. Being loved by you is to be loved by the summer months. And those never end, do they? Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.

They're all SO fitting. Raphaël's rough, honest love. Ziel's first relationship, as he discovers what it feels like to love and be loved. Lazare's love that comes easy and yet isn't any less meaningful.

Tags under the cut!

@arendaes @molochka-koshka @spyridonya @dujour13 I know you all (or probably) did the test but I wouldn't mind reading your rambles about your blorbos :))