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if only we met sooner

if only we had met sooner

i might be really good at golf now

and although you’ve been practicing

you’re still losing at mario kart somehow

if only we had met before

we might have two cats (or four)

we might have been to turkey

and brought home several more

if only we had met earlier

i’d be joining you at the football matches

then we’d go back, have some dinner

then head to bed where i give you back scratches

if only we had met a two years ago

which is when you first saw me

you might be ready

and maybe i would be too

but i guess now we’ll never know

having anxious attachment styles SUCKS especially with long distance relationships bc yeah we’ve only been talking/dating for 2 months but you called me 3 days in a row bc last week on your way home from work and you message me consistently but i’ve only met you once or twice and now i feel ridiculous for missing you and feeling unmotivated to do anything now that it’s over

why the fuck are you all i think about it's been over a year since we've been together and were still best friends but god all i fucking want is you and i fucked it all up and it's all my fault that we're not even together anymore because i couldn't love you in the way you needed to be loved and it fills my heart so impossibly full to see you happy with him but fuck it makes me the most miserable ive ever felt because i know i'll always be alone i'll never have what i had with you again and i don't think im ever gonna forgive myself for giving you up but you deserved better than me for a lover goodnight tumblr

📬 Old-fashioned (✒︎ on Ao3)

IwaOi | Post-Timeskip | LDR/Postcards | Teen Up | 1.7k One-Shot

It started soon after he moved into the flatshare. At first slowly—one per week, sometimes two. By now, they arrive almost every day. Postcards from Tooru.

A forgotten IwaOi one-shot that I recently re-discovered in my drafts folder. Also my first time attempting to make a graphic for my writing 👀 I hope you enjoy! Big thanks go out to @chasing-falafels and @aalphard for beta-reading this fic 💕

Writing my girlfriend a love letter with Dan and Phil playing in the background… a true lesbian experience

suspended in a bubble of hiraeth

the tear frozen on my cheek

in the subzero sunlight,

my home is a person,

and they are too far from me

when you're a whore, but the girl you love lives in a different state so you have to bounce on a 8.3 inch dildo while moaning her name

When you’re a bit of a masochist, but the girl you like lives in a different state so you’re stuck eating spicy food and moaning her name with your mouth on fire.

he’s the love of my life and he isn’t even in the same reality as me

#kill me

I love my boyfriend.

that’s it, the end.

Little Cassy got herself a boyfriend, just in time for university.

Distance

Each night,

I whisper your name to the stars,

And wonder if my voice will ever reach you.

I find comfort in their light, yet...

Those bright orbs of fire,

They're already gone, aren't they?

By the time they reach my eyes,

They've long since burned out.

Our distance is formidable,

Marked by space and time.

The theory of relativity,

Energy, mass, and the speed of light.

How much will change within me

Until I can hold your hands in mine?

Will our crossed stars burn out?

Or will they collide?

A supernovae,

A black hole,

A neutron star.

I ask the stars,

"How much hope is there

For a love like ours?"

But they're long since gone.

My nightly soliloquy: audience of one.

oh to be so happy you could cry | hinata x reader

Just a fluffy fic about how it feels to be with hinata, based off of this spotify playlist🥰 > https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p33ROYi22Xf3KwOxiqTZ7?si=CFjb29C3S7Sx6cqPAQ9kFA <

It was the way we met. 

The way your eyes caramelized down at mine as your hand reached out to me. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?”

Words didn’t seem to form as I lost myself in your aura. It was bright and warm, like a little campfire in the midst of a dark forest. It didn’t matter that I was lying flat on my butt in the middle of the hall. It didn’t matter that you were the one who bumped into me either. Nor did it matter that the annoyed mutters of your best friend and students cutting around us were being spewed. It was just you. And me. And a non-existent spotlight. Shining on us. 

It was the way I could watch you forever. 

The way you glistened, and looked like a star. 

Like a crow, you jumped. Flying so high, the crowd was astounded by the dangerous light radiating off of you. 

You were a cinema. Embodying shear, ethereal emotion in every spiked ball, and in everlasting gaze. You were focused. Concentration ran thick, but don’t worry. I always noticed you looking. 

I noticed when you looked over every time your feet touched the hardwood floor after pushing the ball into the other side of the court. And every time Kageyama called you an idiot. And every time there was a time out. Every time. I never stopped watching. 

And neither did you. 

It was the way you cared. And the way you didn’t.

The way you always know what’s good for me.

“You need to stop.”

“Can’t. Need to get this done. Sorry.” My incoherent sentences, if you could call them that, were laughable looking back on it. However, you didn’t care. 

You reached over and lowered the screen of my laptop. Then, you closed my book. Then, you took my pens and pencils and slid them into their cubby. Then, you swirled my chair towards you, pulled me out, and collapsed onto the bed with me in your arms. 

“You always tell me to take breaks when I practice for too long. Why don’t you take a break too?” I stared at you, wide eyed. I must’ve looked like a deranged fish as the hypocrisy of my words dawned on me. 

It led to a smile. Which led to decreasing proximity. Which led to a kiss. Which led to us cradling each other until the morning broke.  

It was the way you were there.

The way you were my antidote. My remedy. My angel. My everything.

“Shhh, I’m here. They can’t hurt you. I won’t let them.” Your usually boisterous voice dimmed to match the darkness that surrounded us. It was gruff, and shaky, as if you were holding in your own tears. A million needles were stabbing your heart. It hurt you to hear my fragmented sobs. It hurt you to see my arms shaking, even if they were being held tightly by your own. 

I’m still sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You were never meant to see me like that. 

But you were there. You were there to wipe the tears away. You were there to hold my hand. You were there to make me smile. You were there to hold me when I was broken. 

“I’m here.” You said again. 

And that’s all I needed to hear, as the night drifted into depths of our love. 

It was the way you fly, but never leave me behind.

The way you shared your dreams.

“What if we just… fly away? We’re free to fly, right?” Your beady eyes scanned my closed lids. Hoping to find unspoken answers. 

“Where would we fly to?” 

“Somewhere far,” you whispered into a smile. Your eyes shifted their focus down the hill we laid on, the ball of flame tucking itself behind the mountains and into the horizon. 

“I see, but I can’t fly like you can, Shoyo.” My fingers flowed through the curves of your orange tresses solemnly. It’d grown longer over the last three years. It felt like time was slipping as easily as my fingers did. 

“I’ll take you with me.” Your hands joined mine, interlocking our fingers into a tight hold. And so did your eyes, interlocking with mine.   

“Wherever?”

“Wherever.”

It was the way we lied. 

The way the saline liquid trailed down our down facing faces. 

“When did you decide?” I gasped out, hands on your shoulder so as to not fall to my knees. 

 “Second year. You?” You weren’t doing any better, failing to conceal the trembling of your body. 

“Second year. How long?” 

“Two years. You?”

“Two years. When are you leaving?”

“July. You?”

“July.”

A long pause ensued, followed by the melody of sweet laughter. It was like honey, smooth and rich, masking the wave we were succumbing ourselves to. Your grip around my waist grew looser, pushing me farther away to get a good, long look at my face. 

“Even when we’re going our own ways, we end up having the same plans, don’t we?” Your brilliant smile showed itself once again. 

“Yeah we do.” A chuckle escaped from my mouth. “So, beach volleyball in Brazil, huh? That’s amazing.”    

“Mmhmm! I’ll be the best, I'll make it worth it. I swear!” You shook your head excitedly and raised your fist, a determined expression painting your face.

“I don’t doubt that for a second.” 

“Also, don’t act like going to Canada for university isn’t cool either. That’s SUPER cool! It’s really really really cold, right? Don’t get sick, okay? And you’ll meet so many cool people too! Like… um like, Ryan Gosling and Deadpool! Could you get me their autographs?!” 

“Sure!” I laughed as my hands reached your once tear stricken face. Memorizing the curves of your face, the smoothness of your skin, and the colour of your lips. “You know, Shoyo. We won’t be together, but when we look up at the sky, it’ll still be the same galaxy we’re looking at.”

“It sure will be. I won’t be far. I’m here,” You repeat.

It was the way I saw you in my dreams. 

The way you picked up the phone whenever I called.

“Hey! What’s shakin’ bacon?” 

“What’s shakin’ bacon? What kinda english are you learning in Brazil, Shoyo?” I giggled into my cell phone.   

“Dragon Ball Z teaches me english better than my old teachers ever could. Also was that not romantic? I thought you loved bacon.” I could just imagine you holding your phone between the flesh of your cheek and shoulder, balancing a volleyball in one hand, and waving to the Brazilian locals you would’ve gotten closer to. Sharing the smile that would’ve been projected at me.  

“I love pancakes so much more! Anyways, I had a dream about you last night.” 

“Really? What was it about? Was I your prince charming?!”

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“Baby, I wasn’t even close to being your prince charming.” Your voice sounded defeated. “How am I supposed to be a good boyfriend if dream me just decided to casually kill you with an ostrich egg?!” I couldn’t help but chuckle at your silly antics. It was an energy boost just to even hear your voice. 

“Aww Shoyo, don’t think that! You’re my best boy.” I smiled to myself, knowing that we’d be seeing each other soon. 

“Mmm. I miss you, a lot. I’m glad you’re thinking of me.”

“I miss you too.” I remember taking a sharp breath in, almost as if it hurt to make a sound. “And, Shoyo? Always. You live in my head all day.” 

It was the way your love felt electric. 

The way even after all this time away from each other, you held me the same way. 

Sparks ignited as your hands dug into the flesh of my hips. Sirens sang through every sweet word you placed into the nape of my neck. Even in the act of impurity, I only saw the glowing angel that you were, as you caged me beneath you, taking me in the way you know best.

You were gentle and slow, taking your sweet time to make up for all that was lost. 

It had been a long time coming. The highest high, for so many without you. It was overwhelming. A wave of raw emotions rolled over me as we reached our peaks, taking away what little breath I had left to spare, but it couldn’t be helped.  

“You’re crying.” You looked askance, as we slept facing each other on the sides of our bodies. “Did I hurt you?” Your eyes pleaded guilty, when they shouldn’t have. 

Yet still, you were beautiful, like a bottle filled with lightning and sweet dreams.

Little did I know, you were thinking the same thing about me too. 

“I’m so happy. I’m happy you’re here with me.” My hands reached your radiating hair. “I’m happy I get to run my fingers through your hair.” They slid down to your eyes. “I’m happy I get to see you see me.” They slid down to your lips. “I’m happy that I ca-”

Before I knew it your lips were on mine again, tongues dancing with each other as if the last two hours didn’t even happen. 

It was the way your love felt so fresh and new. The way you would never let go of me. The way your smile outshines a thousand splendid suns. The way I feel reborn every time we touch.

The world around us melted, as we got lost in our love. It was like we just met. Just you. And me. And the way you made me so happy, I could cry.

feel free to request anything and give feedback too! also check out that playlist ‘cause it literally melts my heart, just listening to it.

Distance-in

“I’d rather be distant in distance

than any other kinda

I’d rather be distant in distance

than any other kind

I’m sorry I can’t make it

It’s just like that sometimes

I’d rather be distant in distance

than any other kind”

I wrote this six years ago and it’s all still true

Wondering what my pokie is doing in another reality rn

i wish my partner was here rn. long distance relationships aren’t for the weak.

i need her here. everything i do could be better if she was here