#romantic yearning

[virigngaydiary]

Day 181

i would like to believe there is love for me out there because i myself love, i love loving

im obsessed with gentleness and compliments and love and care and attraction and passion

so believe that someone out there loves the way i do and wouldn't mind focusing it on me like i dream about

[cb-writes-stuff]

Y’know I can’t say I expected to come to tumblr and find love, but that’s how it goes I guess, I can’t complain

Anyway my phone is not only running out of storage space but disc space as well, so it’s operating worse and worse

[qpp-townie]

Thinking about how much I wanted to scream and yell at people around ‘why am I so unlovable? why does no one want to hold on tight to me? why did you make social interaction so hard?’ but that would not have helped. It is a legitimate grief, but one I had to process and work through. If I had gotten angry at my now partner for not wanting a relationship when I first asked, I wouldn’t be cuddled up with them in bed here today.

Being queer and neurodivergent and missing out key platonic and or romantic relationships can leave you an adult with so much grief and anxiety around relationships, but getting those relationships won’t fix that, you need to grow from it yourself. You don’t need to be alone through it, but it’s work you have to do to heal. I was so insecure and felt so horrible whenever my long distance partner didn’t respond to my messages for hours or didn’t initiate hangouts. But over time I’ve learned it’s a normal thing and communicated when I need reassurance or more attention.

You deserve care or affection or respect the way you want it. And I hope all of you with that grief of not having the people you needed in life so far, know you are not alone and are not broken.

[another-name-for-devotion]

Waking up without You is disenchanting. I dream of You constantly, but eventually I have to wake up. I think that's a good thing, because one can never dream without being awake beforehand, and all good things come to an end so they can begin anew. I find comfort in that, even if You only exist in my dreams.

My morning ritual is the only religion I need, in eternal service of You. I make an extra cup for You when I wake, even though you're never here to drink with me. I bring them to the front porch that faces the sunrise. Here, an old glass table glistens with morning dew, but not a single drop is more radiant than You. I sit Your cup at Your seat, and I sit across from You, and sip mine. I imagine Us; admiring the sunrise, thankful that We are able to share this moment, with fingers interlocked at the center of the table, a constant reminder that We will always be there for Each Other. But soon, the cup runs dry, and I must continue with my day. A small, quiet prayer is said as I pour out your cup, and continue with my day.

I shower, and sing songs about You. Sometimes I wish that wherever the soap and water touches, the same may be touched by You. Every hair, every inch of skin, all my shapes and curves. I yearn for a day where my towel is not the only warm embrace I experience in the morning.

My only reason I get dressed in the morning, is to wear the clothes you like on me. I like to think that after I dry off that my outfit that is carefully folded and laid out on Your side of the bed was especially chosen by You, but I know that I have done this the night before, but it is the very idea of You that keeps me going, even though I have never known You. I turn on the radio to listen to the morning traffic and weather report, and start to get dressed, but I imagine we have a conversation about what we dreamed about last night instead. Perhaps, we can complain about pet peeves and minor inconveniences about Our jobs while putting on makeup before braving the work day. And just like that, the first commercial of the morning chimes, and it's time to go. I turn off the radio with a solemn reverence, before grabbing my keys and shoes.

Before I open that big front door, I turn around and say goodbye to You, even though You were never here. I wish You were here, and that We could be together. I want Us to be happy Together. It's sad to say I don't know what You look like. I have never heard Your sweet and caring voice. I have never known your scent that should cling to my clothes like a prolonged embrace. However, I know that You will always care for me, through me. I know You will always be there in my heart, the same heart that beats for You.

Though, I'll never know Your name, I'll cry for You the same.

[samw3000]

Another Reason

Where is the loveOf my remaining life A partner to dance with When there is no musicThe lover to laugh withAt mutually delightful jokes —known only to usWhere is the loveOf my remaining life Another reason To get out of bed Another reason To be a sleepy head Where is the loveOf my remaining life A lover of ... Horror marathons Intellectual intercourse Playful discourse Where is the loveOf my…

[booksandglitter]

looking at the moon and experiencing a very deep yearning

[hereiswhatremains]

"I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult."

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966

[mofsblog]

If there's one shot that's stuck with me during the whole jayce and viktor sequence, it's this one short flashback from season 1. We see almost see Viktor through Jayce's eyes and he looks so? Soft? And the way Viktor looks at him with such tenderness and love in this eyes (his eyes literally soften when he looks at him). This shot just feels so intimate. I feel like I'm walking in on something that I shouldn't

[onscreenkisses]

Do you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?

BRIDGERTON Season 3 Trailer + Polin moments

[femmeofhearts]

sometimes a girl just wants to flirt romantically without sexual undertones, ya know? like i don’t want to talk about sex all the time i want to talk about dancing under a streetlight in the rain but nooooooo

[ellesthots]

mickey and nasha bringing back romance 💌

[valkugo]

"He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls." — The Queen of the Damned, Anne Rice.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Anna de Noailles, from Poems: "The Offering To Nature," (tr. Norman R. Shapiro) (via lunamonchtuna)

[lover-suggest]

i wouldn’t change a single thing about you. every part of you was made for me to love

[thoughtsboutem]

doomed yuri this, doomed yaoi that, Arcane offers u doomed straight

also timebomb is such a dope ship name wth

[hereiswhatremains]

"When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?"

— Maza Dohta