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abouttofillhisshoes · 19 days

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"I am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers On bikes from schools and cars With autumn leaves fallen sparse across the mid-afternoon. She blazed about how cultural language is an operating system, A simple interface rendered feeble and listless When tested with a divinity or a true understanding of the human condition I never did understand the duality of art and reality, Living life and treating it as such but with a certain disconnect To touch that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon And between the spires and rolling roofs of the white city, That orange, English light cast only one, singular shadow For you are not beside but within me" - Loving Someone, the 1975

#ooohhh fancy aesthetic post anyone?#but jokes aside this is #actual art that will be remembered for decades #i know i shitpost a lot but this band is so dear to my heart #this is so breathtaking #dare i say their best work #the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #loving someone #i like it when you sleep #i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it #iliwys #iliwysfyasbysuoi

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vaguelyapologist1975memes · 9 months

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It's always "Matty Healy kisses bandmate" "Matty Healy shares kiss with male bandmate" "The 1975 banned from performing in Malaysia after Matty Healy’s ‘controversial’ kiss with male bandmate"

and never "Ross Macdonald pulls bandmate in by the waist, changes the angle and adds tongue in defiance of the law"

#ross macdonald #matty healy #matty and ross #matty the 1975 #the 1975 #don't fly robots in my face #don't like robots #loving someone

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creatingnikki · 3 months

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I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. What do you miss? I miss the way you smile, that knowing smile. I miss the way you hug me, like you can never get enough. I miss the way you kiss my cheeks, my eyes, my nose, everything so many times before you come to my lips. I miss the way you ask me to hug you tighter, bone-crushing tight, every time we hug. I miss the way you crack your absolutely silly jokes. I miss how happy you get when I laugh at them. I miss the way you get so excited to make me ramen, eggs, and any other thing we have time for. I miss the way you pull me by my legs closer to you in bed. I miss the way you kiss me, like this is what we were put on this earth to do. I miss the way you say the most insane, politically incorrect shit and wait for my reaction. I miss the way you make worse suicidal jokes than me. I miss the way you imitate me when I am trying to act mad or cutesy. I miss the way you never capitalise my name when we text. I miss the way you say my name. I miss the way you remember our first memories just as much or perhaps even more vividly than me.

I MISS YOU, YOU FUCKER.

I miss saying your name. Again and again and again. Each time with a different tone and intention that you always catch on to. I miss being sad in front of you, being real in front of you. I miss feeling the way I felt with you. I miss hearing how you feel with me. I miss the way you gave me lessons on the correct way to hold a cigarette. I miss the way you pacified me, the way you apologised so randomly and earnestly that I could forget almost about anything.

Fuck you.

With over a month of distance now, I realize how much I loved you and how scary it was. You could say and do anything and yet and yet all I would do would be to look at you so tenderly and with so much love.

I miss you.

I miss liking someone, loving someone. I miss being real with someone, I miss not hating myself with someone, I miss not hating someone for them withholding love.

Don't ever walk into my life again.

I have romanticized you and all the time shared with you a bit too much. If you were to walk back in and shatter the glass, show me all the things I have such a blindspot for, I don't think I'd be able to breathe again.

Missing you now, no matter how painful, still has a sweet sadness to it. But if I were to wake up from this day dream delusion and see you and see me and see us as an objective third-party, all I would see is a silly boy and a sillier girl and because we are not teenagers, it would not be okay. The silliness? It would be tragic. It would be bone crushing, even though our hugs could never end up being.

So I will keep missing you. I will miss you forever if I have to. But I would rather miss you and have you be a past tense than become any form of present tense in my life ever again.

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beliefandsayingsomething · 9 months

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“we’re all human, we’re just like you man„

#loving someone #the 1975 #lgbtq+#matty healy #proud of them #ross macdonald #lgbt pride #respect queer people.#pride #queer user here #matty 1975 #fuck the homophobic malaysian government #stand with lgbtq people #lgbt

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thatsingingpsycho · 1 year

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On Falling in Love And Loving Someone

#onfallinginlove #loving someone #short essay #essays #psychology

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6catsandanerdo · 1 year

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Having a crush on someone is awful, like bro why I'm thinking of them at midnight instead of sleeping why it makes my stomach hurts?

#crushing #my crush #crushposting #having a crush #love #loving someone #overthinking #adhd #adhd post

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daily1975lyrics · 25 days

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❝for you are not beside but within me❞

#daily1975lyrics #the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann #lyric posting #lyrics #i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it #iliwysfyasbysuoi #iliwys #loving someone

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veruneedy · 11 months

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One of my favourite things in the world is casual intimacy. A small hand on your back when you're in crowded streets. A gentle kick from where they're sitting across the table. A head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, a squeeze on the arm as they're walking past you. And I think maybe love isn't made up of grand gestures or explosive displays, but it's made up of the little things. The little things that say I'm here and I care for you and that your life has intertwined so deeply into mine that there's no need to think, because casual intimacy comes easy.

#casual intimacy #intimacy #love #in love #loving someone #touches #love gestures #little things #forehead kisses #happiness #quotes #thoughts #that's how it should be

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beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff · 2 months

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thinking about how i am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers on bikes from schools and cars, with autumn leaves fallen sparse across the mid afternoon. she blazed about how cultural language is an operating system, a simple interface rendered feeble and listless when tested with divinity or a true understanding of the human condition. i never did understand the duality of art and reality, living life and treating it as such but with a certain disconnect to touch that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon, and between the spires and rolling roofs of the white city, that orange english light cast only one, singular shadow, for you are not beside but within me

#oh this SOOOONGGGG #blah blah!#the 1975 #loving someone #the 1975 loving someone #i like it when you sleep #i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it #iliwys #iliwysfyasbysuoi #fun fact i can recite this from memory because it is the only song ever sorry #matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #iliwys the 1975 #me after adding a copious amount of tags to every single post i make im sorry to whoever actually reads them

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imnotactuallyalrightthanks · 8 months

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Loving someone and being in love, I've found, are two vastly different human experiences I now have experienced firsthand. While the two go hand in hand in some cases, the act of feeling and experiencing both are completely unique and united at the same time. Every person on earth can and likely will experience these emotions, but everyone feels it differently. This is simply my experience to chart down.

I've found loving people... Difficult. I can properly say I truly love only a handful of people, first and formost, my little girl, the sister I spent my teenage years raising on my own, I would give my life for her. I would destroy cities, fight armies, pummel tooth and nail to all those who cross our path, all because of the love I feel for her. Something as strong, as powerful, and as meaningful as this love is, it can hurt you. She is my first priority, I would actually kill people to make sure she's happy, and healthy, and strong, despite only being 3, and it has hurt me. It's hurt and changed me me so much that I cannot call myself the same person I was before she was born. This is how loving someone is for me. I cannot help or change it, but if I can change the course of one child's life to make sure she is better off than I ever was with the parents we share, I will do just that. I don't care how it effects me, or how much my mom uses me to do fuck all. This child will know what being cared for without reprocussions feels like, so she doesn't end up like me. I don't want her to experience what I have, and I can make the choice to change that. That is how I show my love.

Being in love is incredibly different. I have finally found a partner, my very first relationship, and caring for him comes so easily. Just as easily as my sister, but it's different in the way it's expressed. Kisses, cuddles, sex, and gifts, I can communicate with him in a level I cannot with anyone else. Simple looks and glances, body language, it's so simple, yet so complex. Unlike my sister, however, he is not my first priority. It feels like a part of me that was missing, that I never knew I was missing, has been put in place. From years of abuse and manipulation and doing what other people want and pushing my desires and feelings aside so the other people around me would be happy, it feels so weird having someone who doesn't want to use me. He doesn't want acts of service or for me to shut up and do what I'm told. He asks me what I want, how I feel, what I like; this love is deeply knitted in my bones and it feels like walking on air. I'm happier, I'm not as depressed, I have fun, I laugh. As much as a three year old can do, my sister cannot fulfill the need to be cared for, and I never knew it's what I actually wanted from life till now.

Being in love is so incredibly different than loving someone. These experiences, I've found, are such an important part of being alive. Life isn't nearly as meaningful or as worth it without people to care about, or without people caring for you. I dunno. Just another post full of dumbass shit. I hope you enjoyed my little snippet :)

#love #being in love #loving someone #self care

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maiawrites · 1 year

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The way anxiety clings and infuse itself into your skin.

Wrote this after listening to a song about two people splitting up which really resonated with me and thought why not write something about the emotions you experience when someone falls out of love with you. @Maysunwrites

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lovesomeonesuggestion · 1 month

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love someone that lets you nap on their chest, even if you're snoring 😴

#suggestion #mine #love someone #love #relationships #suggestion blog #mlm suggestions #wlw suggestions #loving someone

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quietyearning · 10 months

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Liking someone means feeling a magnetic pull towards their essence. It's the fluttering heartbeat, the stolen glances, the shared laughter. It's finding joy in their presence and cherishing the connection that blooms, like a beautiful flower in the garden of emotions. ❤️

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poetbychoice · 3 months

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My heart feels like it's bursting,

Along all the previously broken seams.

You make me feel things I've never felt.

You make my heart feel like it was never broken.

You make me feel.

You make me feel again.

#poetry #poem #love #spilled ink #spilled words #spilled thoughts #love poem #love poetry #quote #loving someone

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greensaremylife · 1 year

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Hot bitches cry on their birthday every year

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tillthelandslide · 7 months

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I am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers on bikes From schools and cars with autumn leaves Fallen sparse across the mid-afternoon

#it's that time of year babies #autumn #🍁🍂#🎃🎃🎃#the 1975 #loving someone

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