It's Not An Act Of Love If You Make Her

Ok but what if I want you to "bother" me? What if I want you to send me 12 msgs back to back? What if I'm waiting for you to come curl up next to me on the couch while we watch your favorite show?

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

Have you lived?

Have you loved?

Have you felt the burning of passion or heard the softness of a lullaby?

Have you ridden a bike, felt the wind in your hair?

Have you laughed so hard your belly ached? Have you shared that laugh with a friend?

If you've ever helped someone,

If you've ever been brave when you were afraid,

If you choose every single day, to be better than you were yesterday,

I don't care what the world says.

You've done something.

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931

If the fantasy book I'm reading doesn't have a super ominous and quite foggy forest of impending doom, I don't want it

If my ribs crack from the pain, nature will grow me back.

I CANT BELIEVE THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS IS STILL BLEEDING

(Even though it's killing me i need it like the air I breathe)

I remember tryna blast this song at 15 while dying my hair bright pink and blue.

My mom was like:

EXACTLY 👏 💯

But get tf away from me if you wanna talk abt "daddy" and "kitten." I'm sorry I just cant😭😭😭

Also, no Aaron is not a sexy name to me. Aaron got me thinking about parting the red sea and -- wAit...

(Lmao jk, still not sexy)

seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors

princess top 5: other songs

5. that’s how you know, enchanted // 1, 2, 3

I looked at myself in the mirror while blow drying my hair and said "we are so back" in that over dramatic Disney kid tone of voice, and I immediately started hearing groovy background music playing in my head.

"Hi, the names Reverie, I'm the new kid in this town. Nobody knows who I am, but they will."

*Camera pans up from my feet to show my super hip, trendy 2016 azz outfit XD*

I miss you. I miss the feel of your hair through my fingers and the way you'd sigh and relax into my touch. I miss the random song quotes that are always somehow absolutely perfect for the situation. I miss when you'd laugh like a child. I miss calling you at midnight. I miss how your voice would soften up, just for me. I miss when you'd hug me, then hug me tighter. Like nothing in the world could take me away. Why'd you let me go away? I miss you. Whyd you say those hurtful things to me? Why do you never understand. I love you, and I know you love me. But why are we always mismatched puzzle pieces?

I hate that I'm hurting you. I hate the thought of you lying in someone else's lap. But I can't be there for you like I want to because it will rip me apart.

I don't want anyone else to touch me. Their fingers feel clammy on my skin. And when I see brown eyes in sunlight all I think about is you. How could I kiss someone with your name on my lips? That would be a crime. And yet I want someone to press my body against a wall and cover up your fingerprints with theirs and kiss me so hard I forget everything about kissing you and remember everything about myself. I want to remember how to move toward someone else's warmth. I want to learn how to love you from a distance. How to say "happy birthday." Not "get in your car and come back to me."

I want to see your new girl and be happy for you. I want you to get a new girl. I want you to let me go. Even though it hurts. I want you to be happy without me. Even though that's sort of a lie. I want you to come pick me up and take me home. I want you to mark me and call me yours and tuck me in and sleep on my chest with my fingers in your hair. I want you to sigh and relax into my touch.

But we are still mismatched puzzle pieces.

I did it folks. I finally wrote a smvtty story without getting shy XD. Is it good? Debatable. Is it finished? Yes (although I might make a part two just for the fun of it.) And that's all that really matters.

The draft has been posted here on my blog in case you're feeling inquisitive.

Tentatively titled "Naptime fantasies." Although that's a bit too on the nose for my taste.