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trickstersaint · 15 days
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an aromantic person is someone who (fill in the blank here) // april 10 2024
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longlostlesbian · 1 year
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accepting that love isn’t purely romantic is so difficult. but it’s true. love is everything and everywhere. its your friends. its the soft embrace of a warm spring breeze. it’s picking up a new hobby. it’s the sea spray during summer. it’s the small corner store you went to as a child. it’s everything. the world is built on love.
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theasexual-jackson · 6 months
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“Ahead of your time.”
An aromantic poem by Angel (All Pronouns).
Aromantic culture is viewing love as everything. And then nothing at the same time.
Is seeing love as fraternal, parental, platonic, friendly, grandparently, and also recognizing that it can also be none of those.
It's viewing the most simple thing in the world, like a little water puddle and thinking “how many amazing memories does this amount of water holds?”
It's having basic empathy and kindness to everything. From a old woman who says a very warm good morning to you to a little street cat that probably has 3 skin diseases, but you don't care and you're gonna pet it anyway.
It's looking at all of this variety, and then looking back to alloromantics fight to see if it's the lover or the friend who has the priority on the relationships and thinking “y'all are seriously stuck in that mindset?”
Aromantic culture is.... Being ahead of your time comparing to your peers.
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inksoda · 7 months
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I don't want romance. I don't want to be in love.
I want someone I can tell everything to, who I always trust with every part of me, no matter how ugly or broken.
I want someone who I can hold, but who will never kiss me. Who will hold me just to feel my heartbeat against their's.
I want to be wholly understood and to completely understand another.
I want to be so close to a person that I don't know where I end and they start, but who will never touch me but to hold my hand and know I'm there.
I want to whisper secrets on a roof under the starts and laugh, freely and innocently.
I want someone who will be there for me, forever and until the end, as I will be there for them, until the day I die.
I want to always know I'm not alone, that I'm someone's person, as they are mine.
I don't want romance, but I want. I want so much from you.
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a-boneless-lady · 10 months
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Something that isn’t talked about much is the crushing loneliness that comes from being aromantic.
The knowledge that no matter how hard you try, you will never be a priority. You will always be a minor piece in everyone’s life, constantly fading to the background.
Eventually your friends will move on, as they move into life stages you can never reach
The most heartbreaking part is knowing that one day, your sisters will too
The seemingly unbreakable bond will shatter as they shed your shared last name.
The knowledge that, god forbid, if they ever had to choose, it won’t be you.
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killedthedreamerdream · 8 months
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I read a beautiful fanfiction with both characters falling deeply and beautifully in love and I felt like a hole in my chest. It felt so empty but heavy at the same time. Then, I cried, a lot.
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irritablepoe · 5 months
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What is this thing called love?
If nobody had told you, would you still be able to feel it?
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~by me
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edible-star-soup · 1 month
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Born, Forced
born to love you
born to hold your hand
born to kiss you
born to want you
born to have you
born to be with you
born to dance with you
born to peel oranges for you
born to write for you
born to miss you
born to crave you
born to be everything for you
born to change with you
born to love every version of you
born to grow with you
born to dive deep for you
born to fight with you
born to take risks for you
born to stay with you
born to help you
born to wish on you
born to love you
forced to be your friend
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bmarrowwrites · 2 months
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Gray Stones
Skip skip skip Across the pond Feelings fleeting All for none
To never love It is torture Others tell me.
But love is no goal. It is not less It is not more It simply exists.
I will not know it Even for some guy I know it well enough For friends and family
That is my truth.
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cassemiah · 2 months
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It's a Tuesday and I think of you
And I don't miss you
I don't think I care about you
But I text you
Because tomorrow is Wednesday
And I think I'll love you
More than I can fathom
Because it's Tuesday.
And I don't miss you on Tuesdays
And Thursdays and the occasional
Fridays-turned-Saturdays.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid Wednesday won't come
And I'll be stuck here with you
Not missing you
Hoping sitting with you
Will fix it
Flip some unknowable switch.
I don't know how to love correctly
And at this point I don't think I ever will.
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our-destiny · 1 year
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I am in love,
I am in love with flowers,
I am in love with history,
I am in love with the sky,
I am in love with my religion,
I am in love with femininity,
I am in love with the colour pink,
I am in love with my favorite jacket,
I am in love with learning,
I am in love with dogs,
I am in love with anything caramel.
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Love doesn't have to be romantic.
It doesn't even have to be platonic.
It's whatever you make of it.
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A poem about aromanticism by me
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trickstersaint · 5 months
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canines // december 10 2023
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sunbearscreaming · 1 year
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A little aromantic poem I wrote to celebrate Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week coming up! Sorry, no artwork for this one
Heartbeat
My heart beats in my chest
A steady, even rhythm
One-two, one-two, one-two
Your heart beats in your own chest
Steady at first, but running wild when a new person catches your eye
One-two, one-two-three-one-two-three
I have sat in rooms filled with hundreds of dozens of people
Letting my eyes linger over each one
And yet my heart keeps its rhythm
One-two, one-two, one-two
People have told me about when their heart races
Going one-two, one-two-three-one-two-three
I stare at them in disbelief
Why would anyone want their heart to beat like that?
I am happy with my one-two, one-two, one-two
I have never found someone to catch my eye like that
Someone who grabs me by the heart
And makes it drum a new beat
Rather than one-two, one-two, one-two
I don’t desire someone like that
I prefer to keep my heart to myself
For nobody knows it like I do
I will not give my one-two, one-two, one-two beat
To anyone but myself
People tell me that the rush is the most valuable thing out there
That it is what makes us human
That one-two, one-two-three-one-two-three beat
It’s demeaning
For them to call me inhuman
Either to my face or whispered behind my back
Because of my rhythm
My one-two, one-two, one-two beat
Do they not see my face?
My features so similar to theirs?
Does my blood not run through my veins, same as theirs?
Does my one-two, one-two, one-two beat
Make that much difference?
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vitreous-human · 1 year
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"lovelessness", beckett h., 2023
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creatediana · 2 months
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Untitled quatrain written 10/12/2016
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memoires-blessees · 1 year
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My words bear no weight - or at least not enough - and they're never shaped right when I talk to you. It's not your fault, but mine. I'd believed it was a myth, that those in love tripped, stumbled, and fell. But aren't I just my own perfect contradiction?
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