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Don't mind me, just over here on a videocall with my cat while I'm at uni.
small things to add to a hand written letter:
a teabag of your favourite tea
heart shaped note with cute drawings
stickers on the outside of the letter, and inside
handmade paper doll
small print or postcard
a sketch or a little painting or a poem
glitter or sequins or pearls or buttons
small candies or bubblegum
cut out magazine pictures or articles
folded paper, like origami
textile like small ribbons or clothing patches
coins or flat things found in a souvenir shop
pressed flower or leaf
Being in a long distance relationship will really have you feeling disappointed about some silly things.
Like coming home exhausted on a day you looked cute so there’s no point in facetiming but you’re a little disappointed they won’t see you. Or being sad that when you both fell asleep in the phone that their phone died before morning so now their voice isn’t the first one you’ll hear. And being disappointed that you never want to go out with friends because you’d much rather stay in and talk to your significant other on the phone all night.
devaneios ao fim do dia...
A vida tem mar de rosas, mentiraaa!!! temmar de azul, de verde, ate de marrom, mas no meu paito ainda é blue...
na minha cabeça, isso tudo rimou, é o amor? nao, é aquilo que um dia vou desejar dizer: passou.
Jungkook
𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | Masterlist
He knows your favorite movie, your favorite color, the name of your childhood dog, the fact that you love him and the time you usually come online. He considers you both a couple- even though you've never met, and never seen each other's faces.
Tags/Warnings: Long Distance AU, VR Player!Jungkook VR Player!Reader, slow burn, angst, mentions of past trauma, Agoraphobia, fluff, romance, established relationship?
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my friend moved across the country for university. and it's weird for like 4 years I spent idolsing her. watching movies and then immediately sharing my experience with her or spending so much time with her feeling close to her and now she's moved. and I talk to her once a week and reach out constantly to no avail. and I don't know if she hates me is bored of me or is just depressed herself but I wish she could let me know. I'm no longer close to her experience. I can no longer decipher her mood by just looking at her face in the school halls. when she does answer my messages I get why Christians are so desperate to get to church. how they're moving through the week to see Sunday morning. I need the salvation she brings. I want her soft words and her crude words and her incoherent annoying words. I'm desperate for her. I guess I'm trying to say I miss her. so much. blah blah that thing about pain feeling religious yeah it's so real.
I want to wake up tomorrow, where you sleep tonight.
Good night, my long distance sweetheart! :)
I miss you so much that I really want to kill the distance between us, and take you here, right next to me. :)
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A Bowl of Love (Butter Pecan Meltaways)
My brother, who is so sweet and thoughtful, He does not only text me every day, but he also surprises me with care packages. This time, he sent me my favorite cookies. It warms my heart to feel the love, even from a distance. I am blessed.
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Our love was Baby blue leather jacket And sunflowers Our love was Second grade "What do you want to be when you grow up" And the "What do you like on your pizza" question Our love was Lullabies on the piano Heart in timezone tatters Our love was More I miss you Than I love you Our love was Cute animals GIF's And orange juice Our love was Not knowing of the broken or the healing But just knowing you are helping Our love was Me trying to be happy Just for you Because you made me want to
The Belgium Boy, The Boyfriend Boy Excerpt from the poem The Ways In Which I have Been Loved
“Our love was Baby blue leather jacket And sunflowers Our love was Second grade “What do you want to be when you grow up” And the “What do you like on your pizza” question Our love was Lullabies on the piano Heart in timezone tatters Our love was More I miss you Than I love you Our love was Cute animals GIF's And orange juice Our love was Not knowing of the broken or the healing But just knowing you are helping Our love was Me trying to be happy Just for you Because you made me want to”
— The Belgium Boy, The Boyfriend Boy Excerpt from the poem The Ways In Which I have Been Loved
Sometimes it is love
But
Sometimes it is convenience
It is habit
It is default
It is staying for the kids
For the cat
It is 'the right thing to do'
It is a co-owned apartment and too much hassle to move out
It is the fact that your parents really like this one
Sometimes it is love
But
Sometimes it is duty
It is excuse
It is staying because you don't know how to leave
It is the infatuation with stability
With permanency
Sometimes it is love
But sometimes
It is friendship
Or lust
Or pity
Or forgetting who you are without them
But remembering is a vicious process
Sometimes it is love
But
Sometimes it is
I can fix him this time
He'll change this time
He promised he wouldnt
Do it
Again
Sometimes it is love
Sometimes it is
She promised
She promised
She promised
I
Promised
Sometimes it is love
But
Sometimes it is promises
It is living off nostalgia
It is chasing memories
It is trying to prove this is not like the last time
It is trying to make it work
It is damage control
It is doing everything possible not to go back on your word
But we are not the same people we were when we made those vows
Do they even count now?
I think they do
I think I want them to
I think I dont
It is trying to hold on to the person you were when you said yes
Sometimes it is love
Sometimes it is the the silence between us
That has never left me to brave the night alone
I am scared
Of what the quiet might become when it is wholly my own again
It has been so long
Since anything has really belonged to me
Sometimes it is love
But
Sometimes it is fear
Alot of the time it is fear
Sometimes it is love
Sometimes it is an apology
Sometimes it is the only way we know how to say I forgive you
Or
I am sorry
Sometimes it is love
Sometimes it is a mistake
But what good is acknowledging something you can't fix
What is The point
Of stating the obvious?
Sometimes it is love
But
Sometimes it is 2 children who let themselves believe they understood everything
So that they did not have to grapple with what they did not
Sometimes it is love
But
Sometimes it is pretending it is
So that you do not have to face
That it
Is
Not.
~ the things we call love when there is nothing left
hi! your blog is absolutely fascinating. thank you for the great work u do ! do you know amy poems about long distance friendship/love? or poems about distance between two people im general?
thank you so much 🥺 here are some poems i love about long distance relationships:
“The Quiet World” by Jeffrey McDaniel
“A Second Train Song for Gary” by Jack Spicer
“Want” by Joan Larkin
“Like an Auto-Tune of Authentic Love” by Carmen Giménez Smith
“Torn Map” by Naomi Shihab Nye
“My Lover Who Lives Far” by Camille T. Dungy
“Morning” by Frank O’Hara
“In Trust” by Thom Gunn
“Dear One Absent This Long While” by Lisa Olstein
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“We absolutely should not be doing this,” the hero whispered, but there wasn’t any heat to it. The other end of the line rustled as the villain laughed.
“There are a lot of things we shouldn’t be doing. Namely, I shouldn’t commit felonies, you shouldn’t talk to a felon…” their friend trailed off.
This time, the hero was the one who laughed. Outside, a bird began to chirp with the sunrise, and the villain sighed.
“Time distance.”
“Time distance,” the hero agreed, and by god if the miles weren’t a wound in itself.
“You should sleep,” the villain murmured. The hero hummed.
“Probably, yeah.”
Neither of them hung up.
“If I promise to call tomorrow, will you go to bed, please? For me?”
The hero sniffed, eyes heavy as the sun peeked through their blinds.
“Promise?”
“Pinkie.”
The hero slumped backwards. “I won’t hang up though.”
The villain laughed, softly, with an affection the hero didn’t want to think about.
“I’ll do the heavy lifting, once again,” but the hero knew they smiled as they said. The line clicked off.
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“Hey, Sunshine. Committing nefarious acts of kindness and good deeds, I take it?”
“Hey,” the hero was breathless, hand pressed against their side. It came back bloody.
Any humor dropped from the villain’s voice in an instant.
“You’re hurt.”
The hero managed a pathetic laugh, flinching.
“Just a little.”
“It doesn’t sound like a little.”
The hero eyed their wound, swallowing.
“Absolutely just a little.”
“It’s a good thing you’re the kid of a hero, because love, you absolutely suck at lying.”
The hero tried to pretend something didn’t warm in their stomach at the endearment.
“I have…bandages. And antiseptic. And some good old natural dirt to rub into it if all else fails.”
The villain sighed on the other end of the line, and the hero knew they were rubbing their brow. For some reason, despite the pain, it made the hero grin.
“I’m fine,” they promised, and when the villain stayed silent, they said it again. “I’m fine.”
“If you die I’ll be mad at you.”
“Fairly certain that is the wrong sentiment for a villain to have towards a hero—“
“Has the bleeding stopped?”
The hero slapped some tape around the edge of the gauze, blood still dried around the edges.
“Yes.”
The relief was palpable.
“Good. Go to bed.”
“You’ll call again?”
“Promise.”
The hero smiled.
“Pinkie.”
The villain hung up.
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“You wouldn’t happen to have a flamethrower I could borrow, do you?”
The hero blinked, holding the phone away from their face for a moment.
“I’m sorry?”
“Oh, don’t be, I just need one,” the villain snorted, and a loud crash sounded in the background.
“What on earth are you doing?” Concern rolled in the hero’s gut. The villain laughed.
“You’re going to want plausible deniability sunshine.”
“Right,” they paused. “But why a flamethrower?”
“It has flames, it throws them, what else could I ask for in an object?”
“I can throw flames.” Even though the villain couldn’t see it, the hero let a spark flicker on their finger tips.
“And again,” the villain’s voice lowered. “What more could I ask for?”
The hero didn’t have a response to that, but the villain somehow, like they always did, knew that.
“Any bruises I should know about?”
“And what would you do about them? You live on the other side of the country,” the hero teased.
“I can steal a fighter jet in less than half an hour.”
The hero blinked at the seriousness in the villain’s tone. They laughed, nervously.
“Please don’t do that.”
The villain sighed. “You ruin my fun.”
“I haven’t arrested you, so I think that should get me brownie points.”
“You live on the other side of the country,” the villain parroted.
“I could get there faster than a fighter jet,” the hero said. The villain snorted again.
“Will you—“
“Call again? Pinkie.”
The hero smiled. “Promise.”
The villain hung up.
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The hero picked up the phone on the third ring, smiling.
“Hey trouble maker, what’s—”
All they got in response was a pained wheeze.
“Villain,” the hero said, gut plummeting. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” the villain bit out, breath short. “I’m okay.”
“You don’t sound okay.”
The villain gave something that was either a laugh or a sob.
“Mhm.”
“What’s going on,” their voice broke, and the villain fell silent.
“It’s going to be okay,” they murmured. And the hero knew.
Innately, in a painful, wretched way, they knew.
“My dad is there.”
Their dad, the superhero. Their dad, who had forbidden them from ever speaking.
Their dad, who wanted the villain, their villain, dead.
The villain made a quiet noise of ascent.
“I’m coming—”
“You won’t make it.”
The hero stilled.
“How bad is it?” Their hands were shaking. They couldn’t find their suit, why couldn’t they find their suit—
“Too fast for a fighter jet,” the villain tried, voice too light and wet with tears.
The hero slammed a drawer closer, throwing open the door to the basement, searching for something, anything.
“I can be faster,” they grit out, breathless. Their chest hurt.
“Not that fast.”
“Please,” the hero sobbed, and on the other end of the line, the villain did too.
“Don’t do this to me.”
“I don’t want to,” the villain swore. They coughed, and it was a deathly thing.
Something slammed in the background on the end of the line, and the hero’s fingers clenched around the phone.
“What was that?”
The villain let out a pained whine, phone crackling as they shifted away, before their voice came over the speaker again.
“I’ll call again tomorrow.”
The hero’s face was wet.
“Promise?”
The villain let out a small sob, but they still sounded like they were smiling, soft with affection.
“Pinkie.”
The hero didn’t mean to say what came next.
“I love you.”
The villain didn’t even pause, breath hitching. “I love you too.”
The line crackled.
“Sunshine, I need you to do something for me now,” the villain rasped, voice choked with pain and tears and love and fear. “I need you to hang up.”
The hero forgot how to breathe.
“No—”
“Please,” the villain took a sharp breath through their nose, and it sounded painful. “Just this once. I can’t do it this time.”
“Villain,” the hero began, but the villain cut them off as something crashed in the background once more.
It sounded like a building falling.
It sounded like the hero breaking, too.
“Sunshine,” the villain pleaded. “Just once. I’ll-I’ll call you back. I swear.”
They could both taste the lie.
The hero sniffed.
The villain sobbed.
And for the first time, the hero hung up.
The villain never called them back.
Walk day
Honestly most people don’t know how it feels to cry yourself to sleep because you miss someone so much that your heart is breaking even though it is someone you never met in real life someone you’ve never hugged but you yearn for them and they mean everything to you but life doesn’t let you two be together and that is what kills you every evening
me, being a big romantic, 3,000 years of pining, having a million date ideas and a very big need for affection:
heh-
no homo but wanna snuggle and go to a coffee shop??
also me, loving ldrs and wanting one even though they couldn't cuddle:
hi🥺🤡
My ex best friend literally thought it was “cute” that her boyfriend got jealous when she talked to her guy friends, and when she first told me that, I immediately told her that was a red flag. Well guess why they broke up? Because of his jealousy. And then they decided to get back together three days later even though he was moving away in a month and they wouldn’t be trying long distance. Her whole identity and self-confidence hinged on that relationship and I honestly found it all so pathetic.
This is why I don’t trust straight relationships.