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#unrequited yearning
avese23 · 3 months
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Her laugh like belles
Apple of my hippocampus
Small white flowers and blackberry hair
Cali’s strongest little soldier
Only owns running clothes
Only taking one of her humble
quinoa market full of admirers
Secret and plain sight
Yearning for the sight
That does not lie
Bow holds back silk of ash
Expertly focused on her craft
Her laugh like belles
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chimerri · 11 days
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An unstoppable force meets an immovable object.
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ivynightshade · 4 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from coffin heart? bury me.
[text id: how did you get so close that i have to dissect you out from under my skin? / memory is a deathbed. remembrance is a grave. the memory of you is a scab that i keep picking so that it scars. a burn, a souvenir, something to claw at that claws back at me. / i refuse to be haunted by something less. / there's a sun-sized ache where your hands used to be. / and now that your place is empty, the blood in my heart pumps around nothing. / nothing. / nothing at all. / senseless circulation. / what am i to live for when i have made my body my casket? / where am i to go from here? / and i always knew longing had another name she wouldn't let me call her by — it's hunger. / my heart grew up to be far more starved than my stomach. / it's the things you learn in your childhood, from the words of your mother, from the hands of your father. / if your teeth do not graze my bones, i do not wish for you to kiss me. / how have i turned gentle love into such devastation? / such greediness? / i carry a coffin for a heart; everything i love must be buried. / plant your garden in the cracks of my skin—mud, gravel, everything. let my blood be water to cater to your needs. / terrible, terrible human, thinks barbarity and love are words of the same meaning. / a mad dog would be a far more gentle lover to the rocks being thrown at him. / and, my dear, i wouldn't ask you to fold me in the pages of your favorite book, just the embedment of fingers between my ribs. / how did you get so close that i have to dissect you out from under my skin? / GET CLOSER.]
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exactlyhow · 11 months
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@sketiana on tumblr // Clementine Von Radics, James // Nicole Homer, Underbelly // unknown // Taylor Swift, You're On Your Own Kid // Speeches for Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood // Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, from Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems; “In a dream”
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medievalfoxx · 3 months
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i was not made for hookup culture, i was made for the most soul crushing experience ever. i was born to feel everything entirely and endlessly. i was made to feel everything deeply
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chappelroans · 6 months
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unrequited yearning
hanya yanagihara / iain s. thomas / sue zhao / marie rutkoski / u.k / a.k ramanujan / u.k / buffy the vampire slayer
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sigh
I think i’ll always be in love with her
occasionally I think i’m finally over it, that we can be just friends without me constantly wishing for more, but it’s become a forever thing
I feel bad mentioning it, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable but like…it’s hard not to tell your version of perfect just how much you yearn
i’m glad she knows, telling her and getting rejected now is better than when I was constantly feeling like I had a genuine chance.
I don’t, not now, not ever.
but i’ll never stop thinking about what we could be, and i’ll never stop wishing it could still happen some day.
even if i’m 50 years old with a wife and kids, if she decided to give me a shot I would come running, I think i’ll be waiting my entire life for something I need to accept will never come.
sometimes it’s hard to look at her, talk to her, without feeling my heart shatter a little more each day.
I want her in my life forever, I want to always be able to take her in, admire her, have the privilege to be in her presence.
there are one sided sparks I feel any time she’s sitting close to me, touching me in any way, looking in my eyes. she’s made my heart flutter for years, she always will.
it feels like I can never date again, anybody but her. anyone I would date would simply be a distraction, which wouldn’t be fair.
I just wish she would give me a chance, I wish she could notice how well I treat her already and be willing to learn just how much more I could be for her. id do and be everything for her.
my heart feels so empty, it has a gaping hole only she could fill. it reaches for her constantly.
she will always be dangling just out of my grasp, but I will never stop falling more and more in love. I will never give up, I will never forget it.
I will never, ever stop loving her, and never stop wishing for something that will never come.
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sonatiines · 5 months
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unrequited.
@/ashstfu || hozier || @/fatimaamerbilal || emily palermo || ernest hemingway || the lylacs || salma deera || richard siken
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Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuation and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I’ve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I’ve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.
Melissa Broder, Life without Longing
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doloriads · 11 months
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Living In The Memory Of A Love That Never Was / Pining
Writer In The Dark / Lorde, Fleabag / 2x06, Hannibal, Unknown, War Of Foxes / Richard Siken, Yellowjackets / 1x01, Long Long Time / Linda Ronstadt
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rosarysgarden · 8 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from being unwanted is a language.
[text id: the world is happening in a room that i can't enter, life is happening in a gathering i am not invited to. / being unwanted is a language i am fluent in.]
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poemsonmars · 9 months
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i like to say that
i hide you in my poetry
but that isn't true.
it's never been subtle;
everything i do is a plea
for you to come back to me.
every poem i've ever written
has been titled with your name.
-mars
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ivynightshade · 9 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from all that is damaging.
[text id: there’s always a home. the one you’re running to or the one you’re running from.]
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fatimaamerbilal · 7 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from hungry thread of nerves.
[text id: and i am sick of stomaching all the love i have for you. / your name feels like acid in my mouth. what an odd drink to be fond of.]
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mochixkisses · 2 months
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i need you carnally, oh my fucking god. i need you in my skin, in my fucking ribcage. i need you to take a knife to me and cut me all open. hit me. scream at me. i don't fucking care. you can do whatever you want to me as long as i can call you mine. i need you i need you i need you.
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chiriwritesstuff · 7 days
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Hometown Glory; a Frankie Morales Series Announcement!
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Pairing: Frankie Morales x F! Lawyer Reader
Series Rating: E (18+, MDNI)
Series Summary: You're thriving in your career, having established yourself as a sought-after family lawyer in the bustling city. But there's a pull back to your hometown, a longing for roots and a sense of belonging that drives you to open your own firm there.
Just as you're settling into this new chapter, a blast from the past walks through your office doors. It's him—the man who unknowingly held your heart, the one you never quite got over. A face you swore you would never see again... and he's seeking your legal help for his divorce and custody battle from the girl you believed to be your best friend.
You two never officially dated, but the chemistry between you was undeniable. Yet a string of misunderstandings and missed chances kept you apart, leaving you with lingering feelings and unanswered questions.
Now, as you find yourself face-to-face with him again, old emotions resurface, along with memories of what could have been. But amidst the legal complexities of his divorce, you realize this might be the opportunity you've been waiting for—to finally address the lingering feelings between you and uncover the truth that has kept you apart for so long.
Series Warnings and Tags: Frankie and reader meet as kids, jealous best friends, reader has issues with trying to be perfect, complete misunderstandings, someone manipulates them out of being together, all of the cute flashbacks, lawyer goes from sweetheart to ice queen to back to the hometown glory, 'hes no good for you', its me and you against the world (or this town), this will be so sexy but SLOW BURN, that dreaded prom night, second chances, he's always loved her, shes always loved him, fix him fic, he shows her how to live.
Chapter 1 - Back to the Old House, coming soon!
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