YEARNING - Blog Posts
Yearning. Unattainable want.
i long for a love like work song by hozier
i want a love that fuels my spirit yet crushes my soul to bits
i wish for the devotion to my heart and soul from the very one who worships the ground i happen to bless
may it lift me up and break me down day by day as it converts me into the lover i so crave for
may the love i give come back to me in tenfold
may the world feel blessed to witness the true greatness of our adoration
for there is nothing better than growing into a being who knows nothing but the wonderful existence of love
— t.d.
you know that warm feeling you get in your chest when you’re drinking hot chocolate on a snowy winter night while bundled up in the warmest clothing you have in front of the fireplace listening to jazz music while watching snow fall gently from the sky?
i think that’s what having a girl crush feels like. it’s like you’re insides are filled with heat every time she smiles softly at you. but not in a way that’s scolding hot to the touch and you’re burning from the inside. no, it’s more in a way that the heat is practically hugging you. her smile is trapping you in her embrace. the way her lips curve up to show her bright teeth in your direction is rich with flavor.
warm and sweet.
do i love the slow burn trope? of course i do! but do i like experiencing it for myself? absolutely fucking not!
for the first time after very very long I’ve looked someone in the eyes and she had me sweating bullets for hours later.
i couldn’t pay attention to anything around me at all, and all we did was have 1 tiny interaction. i’ve been avoiding this for so long im starting to get scared i wont ever manage to let it go, i haven’t let myself feel it and i fear the way to get rid of it is let it through
i just want the year to edge to the end, so at some party or anything similar i can find her and sort of
“promise me to not tell anyone, and to forget this all happened, especially if your reaction is negative…. do you think im pretty?.. you’ve been in the back of my head and the subconscious of my attention for so long… im about to leave, so im asking you now incase of a rejection, so i’ll be able to handle it, but if not i can stay longer…”
i need to get this out of me, its not about kissing a girl, romancing a girl or feeling a girl, its about THE girl.
who knew that you wont just get over someone if you try to not feed into your feelings, but instead they will persist on coming out.
Some days I feel so alone
In a world with so far to roam
With every sense yearning
And every way turning
I’ll eventually find my way home
i want the small but significant things. the goodbye and hello kisses, knowing how they like their tea/ coffee, taking care of them when they’re sick, „i got that thing you mentioned“, falling asleep in each other’s arms and them being the first thing you see when you wake up, lazily making out, being a shoulder to cry on, cooking together and for each other, making memories together … sharing our lives until we can’t tell where one ends and the other begins
And run my FINGERS through his HAIR
I want to KISS my nonexistent BOYFRIEND
i think there’s a reason
why former love tears us apart
it’s so one day
when we find our other half
we know what it feels like
to truly be whole
there’s something so incredibly soft about the phrase “this made me think of you.” or, “this reminded me of you.” like!!!! being known is scary but then people see fragments of you in the world around them and can’t help but share that love and i think that’s beautiful.
HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS!!! I never thought any of my poems would get more than a dozen notes at the most and my newest one got 95??? THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭💜 I’m so fucking happy y’all liked it!! More coming soon 💞
have you ever loved someone so much
that even after they break your heart
you just want them to be okay
It just hit me, one day I will be in love with someone. he'll make me feel like home and everything will be alright. i will be able to cuddle with him every night. my life will full of kisses and hugs. i will be able to marry him, one day. I'll be able to say proudly that he's my husband and I'm his too.
love is that first bite of a chocolate covered strawberry
love is seeing a fresh bouquet of roses on a day where everything else seems so grey
love is that feeling when you wake up in the morning, and your bed is just too comfortable to get out of
love is chicken noodle soup when you feel sick
love is their hands giving you the warm bowl, and their voice telling you not to burn your tongue
love is the laughter you share when it happens anyway…
love is feeling like nothing else matters when you’re together
it’s as simple as sitting outside and watching the snow fall
hot chocolate in hand, head on his shoulder
and finally, in a world that’s always been so cold to us, we feel warm
I just want to get high together and cuddle. Is that too much to ask for?
I want to bury my face in a man's chest and be held tightly by him
i deserve to have a pretty boy giving me hickeys right now
via weheartit
the weekends are for an all-consuming yearning
i tell all my friends everything you do
a sick obsession that i still try to prove
but its no good 'cause
who am i without you?
michelle pfeiffer
god sometimes i just want someone to hug me like they’re trying their hardest to crush my ribs for like 45 minutes
varsity football you tried so hard for, it'll always be my oversized jersey you'll be fit for. you asked if i wanted to write songs together, what at the risk of pooling in our blood and then stopping to realize the handwriting could've been better? the mountain air smells like you, your fingerprints run down my back along with my bangs over the sink. will you be picking oranges or blueberries the next time I see you? maybe by then I'll finally feel the same crinkles around your eyes, yours will, however be much deeper, how could I ever catch up? maybe we'll have one last walk together, you can tell me of the serenity you find in studio Ghibli movies I'll never watch and you can brush my hair while I wait for another season to cut them off. I think maybe the Siamese twins survived in another lifetime but you, please don't be a stranger in this one, even when your footsteps haven't touched our roads in years.
Do I like you or do I just yearn for the love the poets write verses about?