In My Feelings - Tumblr Posts

Gave love 'bout a hundred tries (hundred tries)

Just running from the demons in your mind

Then I took yours and made 'em mine (mine)

I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind

Halsey, Without Me

"I wish I could love myself"

~RM, Reflections

Laundry

You are so soft,

A blanket

I hold you and you are warm,

So comforting

The feeling is euphoric 

But fleeting 

and once again

You grow cold

I hang you outside to rest

and a flutter returns

Your fabric is rough

yet smells the same

Embrace me again I ask

it’s childish,

but what is an infant

Without a blanket?

Rinse, cycle, repeat.

you leave

To be washed once more

Yet always come back.

I just can't wait for Dream to remake Corinthian and them being all professional about it with some sad divorced couple undertones.

I want lingering touches and eyes (teeth in Corinthian's case)

I want awkward and heavy silences waiting to be broken

I want conversations about their past adventures together

I want...

“There are all kinds of love in this world. But never the same love twice.”

— Unknown

I always have had big feelings.

It's a curse and blessing.

When I love, I love with all my existence, so much that the love overflows and topples me over like a high tide on a full moon night. And when I hurt... I feel it everywhere. first, it tugs at my feet like the first big wave of the night and then it takes over me like a tsunami.

The hurt reverberates in me and echoes in everything I do. It burns my touches, my smiles and my breaths. The love emanates from me like radiation, everything glows bright and the lightness in my step makes the pavements look pink on a gloomy night. Being with you feels like a sunset, the pinks and oranges fading into an ultraviolet that brings me an incandescent smile. The calm after a day with blazing heat and raging Manhattan breeze feeding into the slow waves of the Hudson against the pier into a night so vibrant and blue it puts the city lights to shame. I chase the moon. As a child of feelings that eat me up the night protects me from judgmental eyes and wraps me in a blanket of comfort. As I lay there, on several dark nights, on city rooftops, shedding tears of red and gold, the moon stood right above me. The moon had been my best friend before I understood the meaning of the word in a moving human being. You feel like the moon comes down on the earth to be my best friend shining light on a dark stormy night. Like the one I come to during times of turbulence. Again, I am well aware these are feelings that aren't necessarily described as normal psychologically. but I have never been one for being "normal". I am too much for everyone and myself. I smile too much and cry too much. Ask too much and reveal too much. I shy away too much and achieve too much. I love too much and hate too much. I am sad too much and worry too much. I am alone too much and I push people away too much. I think about myself too much and wish I didn't disappoint people too much. I hurt too much and love too much. Yet all I crave is the intimacy of being understood. Everyone sees me, eviscerates me, points fingers at me, criticises me and admires me. Not many know me... Do I know me? Do I know you? What are you if not the pieces you have shown me... and if those pieces are anything to go by, I know we are similar.

You love a lot, with all your being. You love the trees, the sun, the moon, the wind, your friends and your family. To be loved by you would be a blessing from the heavens above. To be the one lighting up your eyes and making you turn red. To be the one who takes care of you and makes a fuss about you for once. I am scarred, everywhere outside and inside. The demons that I acquired in the game of life have poisoned my brain into believing I shouldn't deserve someone who can give so much pure unadulterated love. But I refuse to listen to them... I am scared, I always am. Too much (again). Disappointment has been my companion through the rough journies I have taken up until this point. To get disappointed by you and/or to disappoint you would be a shame. You remind me of me- the version who loves with no inhibitions and sees joy in nature. The image of you smiling at the sunset- a recurring occurrence, will forever be etched in my brain. That exact moment was when I fell in love with myself. Seeing you do something I used to do until I started letting people get to me and realising how beautiful your soul is when I fell for myself.

The pragmatic brain in me tells me that it is probably too soon for me to even believe I am in love with you, while the hopeless heart retorts that I fell in love with myself and that is the more important aspect. Is there a point to this rambling other than to detangle the mess in my brain? Not initially, but now the point seems to be the realisation I have had on exactly how deep my feelings could go. Added with the epiphany that I am not scared about it either. Once again, pragmatism and past pain should know better but I have always been the one to feel with all my being. So it only makes sense I feel this with every fibre cell, even the one still recovering from the last fall.

The moment you fell in love with Harlem ♥️

Waiting for autumn with you

Harlem

Ok I just can’t stop thinking about this because this is the first time we’ve seen Shigaraki’s perspective on the spinaraki relationship.

Before it’s always been Spinner looking at Shigaraki and waxing something close to poetry about him, but now we have Shigaraki thinking about Spinner and acting on his friend’s (supposed) desires. Shigaraki said at the beginning of MVA that his allies “should get what they want in life”, and the first person he thinks of giving their wish to was Spinner. Spinner!

It reveals that the closeness between the two is mutual on both ends and not just one-sided from Spinner. I’m jumping around over this! I’m so glad we see Shigaraki outright acknowledge his connection and fondness for everyone’s favorite gamer boy!

Side note: I mentioned this in a couple reblogs, but the fact that Spinner told Shigaraki that he liked that warped horizon and wanted more means that Spinner felt close enough to express his wants/feelings relatively quickly since this must’ve happened before the surgery, so it’s nice to see that not only was Spinner openly gushing to Shigaraki but Shigaraki in turn listened and kept that in the back of his mind. It’s kind of like how he remembered Mr. Compress’s line about sushi, but this time he gave the inspiration of his thoughts/goals a shoutout so Izuku could know who he was willing to create that destroyed horizon for!

you got me in my feelings 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

guys maybe I’m just sleep deprived but. yk what, just to say it for the sake of saying it:

even if, in the 💙💛unlikely💛💙 chance that it isn’t, byler is not endgame and I am hurt profusely, mentally scarred forever and never the same again, this ship in itself will still make me happy.

quite obviously i’m not one of the original byler shippers from way back (the strongest and most prophetic amongst us!!) who probably already lived in/were resigned to the mentioned state for a while, and have seen the advancement and progress made in this fandom over the last few years and must be so proud and im so happy we get to fight for our version of endgame now, but. i just. don’t know.