#wistful thinking

[marlinspirkhall]

You know what, if this whole twitter blue thing manages to make insulin affordable, then it would all be worth it.

#eli lilly and co #wistful thinking

[dawns-beauty]

I would kill to see some decent RaceMenu overlays for Khajiit based on actual felines: stuff like rosettes, stripes, calico-type spots, different colored belly, common cat face stripes, etc. sorry beast race body paints just doesn't do it for me, they don't look like actual real-life markings.

Unfortunately I don't have the skills to actually make the textures, though I definitely can take care of the mod/scripts.

#skyrim #wistful thinking #khajiit

[caspersgraveyard]

dining out at restaurants together. going for walks in the park together. meeting in secret rendezvous. spending hours together in the back room of a bookshop with copious amounts of alcohol. cooking together and arguing over who does the cleaning after.

messages in flower petals. the stars at 3am and breakfast after. sticky notes left around the house. scribbles in book margins. late nights and slow mornings.

bookstores. coffeeshops. museums. galleries. parks. piers. sea fronts. rooftops. you.

x

#writeblr #romantic literature #poetblr #poetry #romantic aesthetic #romantic academia #romantic academia aesthetic #light academia #light acadamia aesthetic #romance #love #yearing #wistful thinking #soft aesthetic #softcore #bookstore #books and libraries #coffee #museum #park #this kind of got away from me #but you get the idea #right?

[effabledisaster]

So hope has blood in her teeth, yes she does, and doesn’t she deserve a break now? I want my hope fat and healthy and idle. Not lifting a finger, not needing to, because things are okay, things are safe.

#wistful thinking #poetry #angst #hope #cringe #metaphor #the pain of everyday existence #the futility of existence #nothing quite like it for cooking the blood #loneliest #poet #goblincore #purple prose

[milomanic]

Thank God I moved out in time for mom to move on fast

Stained and tattered carpet, old art projects, sweet cologne,

They said they wouldn't touch it said that I could just come home,

Eighteen in the Army was supposed to be my fate,

put my bible in the trunk, im goin on a date

Screaming over dinner, sexist twitter, it's getting cold

the hatred in your father's eyes, conspiracies get old...

1st BMI percentile, trying to starve at age fourteen,

finally hitting one- o -four, and crying for a week,

future plans for fifteen, even sixteen, falling through,

the years kept marching forward, what am I supposed to do...

And there it is, again.

Smoking just to feel again, going to drive high,

and applying winged eyeliner goin 90, sixty-five,

memory is failing, knees are aching, never sane,

Working sixty hours to have nothing to my name,

Total burnout, god I turned out. gotta change your mind,

googling abusive families, hating what you find,

sertraline? Lesser human being, trying to stay alive

#poetry #deconstructing christianity #ex christian #mother wound #wistful thinking

[obession-devotion-and-decorum]

i want to wrap my hands around your waist, and bury my face in your neck. i want to know your scent. if one day i'm stricken blind, i'll know you by it. what is it? crisp peppermint, spilled ink, cold coffee? freshly-done laundry, lavender, dew-kissed grass? dark chocolate, fruity lipstick, cinnamon? one day when i find you, i'll find out.

#𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 ;; 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 #love poetry #poetry #writing #nostalgic #wistful thinking #romance #romantic poetry #true love

[thearcher1003]

What if? I think about that a lot on nights when I can't dream for my life is turning into a living nightmare I wake up and wander around for I can't breathe I wake up and wonder about all the things that could've been had I known what I know now What if you had never let me down? Would this grief and anger still persist? I think about this a lot on days when I lay listless for I have nothing better to do than to regret being around you I get up and write it all down for I can't bear this on my chest and risk getting drowned over and over again it needs to end now

venom

#poetsandwriters #original poem #poets corner #spilled poetry #poems on tumblr #spilled ink #late night thoughts #poetry #midnight thoughts #wistful thinking #retrospection

[uuuhhhnectarines]

several months ago, I wrote a poem. unfortunately, the person I wrote it about did not work out. I shall share it anyway.

here it goes

okay. hear me out.

I think I could really like you.

i do like you,

but I don't know you well enough yet to really fall hard for you.

you have a lot of qualities that I want in a partner

and I'm sure you have even more that I just don't yet know about.

it makes me excited to really get to know you. the real, deep-down you.

because I'm sure that the real, deep-down me could easily love that part of you.

that being said

I hope you could love me back.

I hope you could love me with all of my everything.

love my anxiety.

my past.

my baggage.

my traumas.

I hope you could love my flaws.

my insecurities.

my problems.

my sins, even.

I have spent so much time worrying.

worrying that it will be hard to find someone to do that for me.

it will be hard to find someone to love me.

it will be hard to love me.

but I know that I am loveable.

and I know that I'm worth it.

I have good qualities,

and bad ones.

but I like to think the good outweighs the bad.

i hope its you.

i hope that youll see me,

and see someone who loves life

someone who wants to make it worth living.

someone who's fun.

adventurous.

kind.

happy.

patient.

loving.

funny.

I hope you look at me and see someone worth loving.

because when I look at you,

I can start to see it.

I just hope you start to see it too.

because I have spent months

upon months

upon years, even,

worrying.

worrying that I will not find love like I used to have it.

but after some thought,

I see that that is not the kind of love that I need.

I need a new love.

a fresh love.

a kind of love that endures.

a love that is patient.

kind.

gentle.

sincere.

i need sincere.

i need someone who is the kind of person to hold me when I cry, and not say any words.

I need someone who can make the bed in the morning because they know i hate it.

someone who will take the pickles from my chick fil a sandwich because they know I won't eat it.

someone who can read me like a book.

see when I'm not okay and do something about it.

i need someone who sees me for who I am and takes me that way, yet helps me improve.

not someone who will drag me down.

not someone who will make me cry.

make my anxiety spike.

make me wonder where I'd be if I said no.

and if I'm honest,

i truly think with time,

and getting to know each others nitty gritty parts,

that we could have an amazing relationship.

with practice,

we could be happy with,

and for each other.

because I want to fall in love.

don't get me wrong,

i'm not there yet.

but I want to be able to get there.

and get there with you

bkg2023

#love poem #love #poetry #poems on tumblr #hope #wistful thinking

[carpediembitchess]

maybe two broken hearts, halved and splintered, can make one? maybe all the shadows we waltzed with in the past, all the polar blades we willingly rested between, would turn into lillies in the sunlight? maybe the ethereal wine keeping us on our heels will turn into wicker baskets and plaid sheets? maybe the smoke keeping us behind our masks will turn into sickly sweet perfume, scenting the new façade that we will don soon?

or maybe, the lies upon which we once had to build our paper houses, will turn into truth, will turn into love.

maybe, just maybe, our hearts will beat again.

#light academia #poem #poetry #quotes #spilled ink #thoughts #love #if only #longing #hope #wishing #wishing well #shooting star #unrequited love #i want you #maybe #possibility #future #wistful thinking

[spankingtheatre]

Afraid of Ourselves

Once upon a time

There was a girl I loved

I often wonder

What stories

We might have written

Had we been less afraid of ourselves

#poetry #courage #personal #wistful thinking

[5judgements]

one day there will be more people who write within the ffxii universe

#(OOC) blah blah blah #wistful thinking #tbd

[ea-paperbits]

if only i wasn't so awkward and had an ounce of social skills...

#ugh #wistful thinking #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #words #books #socially awkward #social anxiety

[z1ggzag]

spring i love you

#aesthetic #spring #flowers #sky #springtime #wistful thinking

[mdsammy]

#wishmove #wishlist #wistful thinking

[milomanic]

The dream of the corner store on a strip mall. We walked towards it with the sun burning down on the pavement, hitting our eyes. The bell clinked as I walked in. I slowly wandered thru the aisles, looking for nothing and everything at once.

ŗ̸͇̪̗̹̲̟͌̇̐ḑ̶̪͈̬̇̌̓̿́̿̓͜i̵̱͐͋̔ǎ̴̢̛̼̞̯̮̫̾̊͊̏̾̓̊́ļ̴̼̞̤͚̫̀͒̑́͛̀́̈́͂̉c̸̘̋̋͗̏̍e̷̖̎̈́́̔̑̋̓͋͠ï̸̘̦͈̀̑͑̾̓̐̏̉ÿ̸͉͍̮̘̲͖̓̎͠͝ͅd̶̼̺̫̪͈̥̙̖̅̀̓͘̚ pointed to the back wall, where twirls of shimmering bright spirals hung from the ceiling. Party supplies littered the floor under my feet, all opened and crumpled. I turned the corner, and the lost things sat covered in dust, a stark comparison to the bright storefront.

My lucky charm lay on the floor, it's corners broken, the surface smeared. I carefully tiptoed through the contents of my missing childhood. A box full of yarn and soft fabrics sat on an unbroken store shelf to my right, and I plunged my hand into it. The pain was unimaginable, I felt nothing as I drew my hand from the box, mangled and dripping blood. Needles poked through my skin, scissors had snipped at my ligaments, pins had stuck in my palms. I turned my hand, holding it up to the dusty lights overhead. The orange glow flickered briefly through the storefronts window, and as single stray ray of light found my splintered, bleeding hand, colored pins and needles sparkled in the sunbeam.

The sun faded and I blinked, seeing its shadowy remnants behind my closed eyes. The image or my wounded hand was burned into my head. I walked onward, ignoring the shuffling footsteps behind me that lingered back. My memories lay fragmented, scattered bits of an old quilt, as shards of broken pottery begging not to be broken. I shed a tear for what I'd ruined.

The feet behind me crunched on the glass, and a steady wet drip... drip .. drip... was the loudest thing in the building.

Paper flowers brushed my cheek on a soft breeze, leaving the soft scent of lavender, brown eyes and mint. Their petals turned to ash once they touched my skin.

I walked to the front of the store, the shuffling shadows behind me grasped at the flowers.

There were more aisles, more dark and foul looking aisles. But all I wanted was to stop hearing the drip of.. ...... behind me. The front of the store glowed from the yellow overheads. Short little aisles sat there, cluttered in old vines, wicker homemade baskets, green, rusty trophies..

And that goddamned drip. It haunts me. It disgusts me. I hate it. I hate it so much. The first aisle was nearly empty, with only a small box on the bottom shelf, taped up and covered in dust.

I reached for the cardboard box, and wiped the dust off the top, squatting to pull it into my lap. It mewed.

And like that, I had something that needed me. Inside was the tiniest kitten blinking up at me, cooing and climbing onto my chest.

I let myself fall back, my head hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud. The kitten snuggled up to my face, and there we were.

But that didn't happen. I just laid on someone else's floor, my eyes dilated, my fingertips burned.

So here we are. Bleeding out in an abandoned corner store, inhibited only by ghosts. The drop ceiling tiles are rotting out, creating more dust. Kitty coos at me again, and I lazily rub his tiny chin. He curls up around my neck, purring and I cradle him the best that I can. Yellow overheads have the worst buzzing sound, but I couldn't hear it, or rather, the lights had gone out.

Its pleasant, how cool a concrete floor is on your back. How many secrets can fit in one head. Is it symptomatic of something worse, or is it just inherent badness? How many people I've loved, really loved. How many people think of me today?

It's a quiet space, the mind of someone dying. Quite peaceful, considering my blood is slowly trickling towards a floor drain. How easily we leave people. How easily we shut people out, forget they exist. Did I even love them in the first place? One mistake, one fight and I run, I kick and scream, and I curse them as I leave. I talk badly of them so I don't miss them. Try to ignore how badly I treated them.

Maybe I'm deserving of whatever fate i get.

#savior complex #ptsd #poetry #discomfort #childhood #lucid dreaming #222 #rambles #wistful thinking

[riotsux]

You ever just think of your friends and think, "I can't wait to tell my kids about you, I hope they get to meet you"

#nostalgic #nostaligiacore #wistful thinking #shower thoughts #friends #love #platonic #i love my friends #friendship #found family