Crushcore - Blog Posts

is it normal to mention someone name more than once while texting them??? like my crush always address me, and just keep saying my name

idk it just make the conversation more personal, is he doing this on purpose??

When I'm in love, I become a heart-eyed dumbass.

Getting caught in the corner of someone’s eye is such an embrace, holding the same vision as them is such an embrace

I’m the type of person to put on a rlly sweet scent/lotion, hop upto you, have you smell my hands only to see you smile and hop away to cloud nine, this. This is my turn to be happy.

This is the most vulnerable I’ve been the entire year, I’m seriously not over 2021 reaching its peak this quick, hold onto me a little tighter, a little longer

To those sharing every little aspect of their days?? Y’all are painstakingly adorable, it crushes me, it BREAKS me to see that smile on your face, or how your eyes light up every time you bring that one rock you saw on your way home and nurture and care for it as if you plunked it on the table from your own womb or how that one lady flashed you a smile and those beautiful wrinkles caressing her plum cheeks could tell tales that go on for days, I’m. Here. To. Hear. You. Out. Please spoil me with the abundance of your cute brain let me hear that voice again I BEG OF YOU.

Even if what once was, is erased, I’ll plant a kiss on those rosy cheeks again.

“Crawling down,From high hopes to the ground,Trouble sings along,In my heart and soul,A giant in the room,I left him long ago, following you.Wind heavy on the ground,A cloak before the moon,I guess I've never known,Someone like you.”

Agnes Obel - run cried the crawling

Look at that cute bald spot! *gently plants a sapling, tender pats every now and then* there there, all glammed up and posh you may proceed with your day <3 𓏲˖ 𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃

Sometimes I seriously wake up, I wake up and I smile, I chuckle to no one in particular

I made it to another day, holy shit I did, I did it all by myself, I’m here with myself, I’m here for myself, I STILL HAVE ME, I have me and I need to take advantage of that, I need to selfishly adore myself, I need to put on that dress I’ve been eyeing for weeks because I CAN! It’s ridiculous of me to think there’s a rule book for it, This is boundless, it’s my body, the dress will fit ME Not the other way around, I’ll name that flower I sit across in my balcony every time I’m brewing coffee because it’s adorable, I want to take care of it, I’m holding responsibility as I bloom more and more every day, I want to reassure it that I’ll be here to water it again tomorrow, I’m here and that’s never going to change

~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌

Timid petals,

Fell on my lips

Rusted metal,

Bound on my ribs

Knew you wouldn’t settle

For anything but bliss

Here’s to my purity and insanity

I was a prisoner of fall,

A prisoner of fall

~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌

The other day I was staring at the moon and it really got me thinking , do I have a charming personality -?? For her to get flustered and hide behind those clouds , the pink hue around her gave me an answer , October clearly had its fair share of goofiness with me

~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌

There’s just something about watching people doing lovey dovey things for others , be it a gesture as simple as holding the door for them, giving an extra tip, saying “it’s on me” with those sweetheart smiles , greeting your neighbours on your way to work and arguably forcing your best friend to let loose as I put my playlist on and let them be, I’d much rather be a part of the crowd witnessing something beautiful than the act itself , sort of like fireworks , I want it to stir something in me , sweep me off my feet than the other way around. Maybe its in fear of doing the act, or feeling like I won’t do them justice,nevertheless it’s a warm and bubbly feeling. For now I’m content, for now.

~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌

I’m the kind of person who’d enjoy watching someone, telling me the way around , how they’re familiarised with their surrounding , how they know the ropes , how they know the people , how they remember the time at which the mailman delivers daily letters for those at work , how they know about the girl who gets the sweetest coffee in office , how they know about mrs.Clark’s newly purchased Mary Janes, since she wanted to keep up with the trends but ended up falling in love with the pair , how they know who sits where, how they know when to approach someone or not. The overdose of empathy and familiarity in the workplace makes me feel so domestic , it’s such a content feeling seeing someone settle down and get to know others , gets me thinking who would’ve initiated conversation, the first date, the first meeting, the first party, the first get together , the first call. Their first everything, and the growth and relationships they’ve nurtured, has me fascinated.

~ Ghosts of tulips past :: 💌

You ever get the feeling of holding back your affection because you don’t want to overwhelm someone with your love ,the fact that you have so much to give to them but you think there’s so little they’d accept , you don’t want to scare them off if anything you want to embrace them and tell them just how amazing they are , how beautiful a mind they have , how their thoughts are aligned in such a pretty manner ,how the sight of them warms your heart, how your body craves to be around them, they make you feel domestic, they make you feel content, and youd do anything to protect them, even if it means from your own love for them, you want to let them know that they’re stuck with you, how you have to resist the urge to spoil them unconditionally with your passionate feelings for them, you want to make them feel reassured, safe, like they belong and matter

~ghosts of tulips past :: 💌