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who is ur tumblr crush

hello dear anon. I don't have any crushes, but I also won't lie and will admit that I do look forward to getting notifications from specific blogs, so does that count?

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I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. dear fucking god I love you. tell me everything you want, and take it. take all I have to offer, and I'll still find a way to give you more

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who do u have a crush on today?

why hello dear anon. hmm today? I think I can confidently say Kim Taehyung, but who knows? maybe tomorrow it will be Miya Atsumu again. apologies for my sarcasm, it seemed like a good opportunity. I don't crush on people easily, but just answering 'nobody' seemed boring

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r ur dms full of yearners

hello dear anon, please forgive me if I have interpreted this wrong, but I have made a couple of friends that I regularly talk to, who also have yearning blogs

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I would burn the remnants left of my soul to keep you warm, even if it meant my downfall, because without you? I'm as lost as the wind: bitter, and never knowing which way to go

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heavy is the weight that is the price of love: bewitching, yet noxious

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I'm well aware that you aren't made of glass, it's just that the love I have for you keeps increasing and overflowing, so I do not wish to drown you. so please, let me try my best to convey it with the gentlest of touches, like the ocean kissing the beach shore

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daily ur hot affirmation from yours truly :3

- 🫐

lil mayo, no

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Who's "him"? 👀

hello dear anon, this is embarrassing to admit so bear with me. I have had multiple dreams of a guy I used to crush on in high school, in said dreams he flirted and confessed to me. I haven't seen him in years, but after said dreams, he keeps playing on my mind unfortunately (I'd rather much like for it to stop)

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ur hawt :)

livy, no, I'm not

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I shouldn't be thinking of him, but when I do, I can't help but imagine how soft his lips would be on mine, as if I can finally let go and melt into such tenderness

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I need someone to be the morticia to my gomez, but make it mlm

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What's your type?

hello dear anon, I'm gonna be so real with you, I don't actually know. I think I'm a black cat type of person, someone who doesn't have much to say, so I guess someone who can yap my ear off? I want someone who can understand me as well as accept my oddities (I am apparently emotionally and physically or affectionately constipated, as my friend would say). I may not love loudly, but I love deeply. it's more like 'if I like you, I like you', which I realise is not a helpful answer but it's the best I can give :)

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I want to be able to express the type of love that chokes you without mercy, but there's nothing that can be done about it other than to leave traces of it for everyone else to see to try and cope with such a loaded weight. there is a clear message that love will forever be a burden whether it be good or bad. it will choke you no matter how you choose to perceive it, with a nature of inherently being such a deep and complex emotion to begin with. to feel it is to be wholly consumed, with the human mind being nothing but fragile

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dude, i love your writing. you're such a good writer

hi, thank you so much, I really appreciate it and I'm glad there are people out there who genuinely like my posts. I wouldn't consider myself a writer though, just someone who makes silly yearning posts :)

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if I ever annotated my books, I fear I would write his name next to every sentence that reminded me of him. every annotation would somehow lead back to him. most of all, I fear that when the book ends, my soul lays bare, my love for him forever made transparent in the ink that stains worded pages, that even if I die, an outsider who acquires such property will be able to feel how my love was a force to not be reckoned with, unable to be contained, with the ability to last an eternity, so long as the book remains. it will forever be a constant reminder to the rest of humanity, of how deeply a soul can feel and the permanent marks it can leave

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*us making out*

him: *pulls back with wide eyes* is that a piercing?

me: that's for me to know and for you to find out (I have a web piercing)