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Yearning Hours - Blog Posts
when i realize i can't see fine shyt again after graduation DAMMITTTTTT
and NO i won't confess, that's for losers
WAHH SO CUTE 😿😿
“do you think we're soulmates in every universe?”
you ask, snuggling up to sukuna, on your king sized bed — you had been served dinner and sukuna bas gone through his reports and duties as king, and now it was his sacred time with you.
“we aren't in this one.” he scoffs, wrapping his arm around you.
you pout at him, mildly offended but you expected nothing less from the ‘heartless’ king of curses, “what makes you say so?”
“i don't believes in such foolish nonesense.” he says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
“it's not foolish nonesense.” you argue, tracing lines on his chest absentmindedly, admiring his sculpted form.
“and what makes you say that?” he asks, mocking your earlier question.
you smile at him, “i mean, do you not feel a connection between us? a binding of souls? i know you love me and i’m sure you know that we are meant to be in every universe.”
“don't put words in my mouth, woman.” he huffs, caressing your shoulder.
you laugh — you know that while he might have not said it before, he most definitely thinks and feels it.
and it's true, sukuna had first fallen for you for your otherworldly beauty, and had chosen you for marriage, and that was that for a while until he started falling for you.
you, your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something that you love, the way you always showered him with loving words and affection that was always so foreign to him.
but he slowly started getting used to it, even reciprocating it in his own way.
“whatever you say, ryo.” you finally say, smiling sheepishly at him before blowing out the candle and rolling on your side, “goodnight.”
“hm.” he huffs, wrapping all four arms around you before slowly drifting into sleep, his mind swarmed with thoughts about how your souls could possibly be tied.
foolish thoughts, for him maybe, but maybe it was also true
because, sometime, centuries later, in the middle of tokyo in a small business coffeeshop, sukuna meets you — the all time business ceo, falls for the loving and bubbly batista who always left him notes on his morning coffee.
and he falls for you all over again.
ALL OF THE ABOVE…..
If any of y’all like these…my DMs are open 🥹🫣☺️
if you like ;
edging, sadomasochism, praise, toys, gags, overstim, pet play, blood play, cnc, somno, omo (control), impact play, marking, biting, titles, thigh riding, kissing, choking, hands, voice kinks and slightly (very) possessive behaviour
we’ll probably get along
I-…just…I-
All of the above please…just need a girl like this to fw….
Please please please please please
if you like ;
edging, sadomasochism, praise, toys, gags, overstim, pet play, blood play, cnc, somno, omo (control), impact play, marking, biting, titles, thigh riding, kissing, choking, hands, voice kinks and slightly (very) possessive behaviour
we’ll probably get along
me and the fictional man I've created in my head
I feel everything so incredibly intensely. Like a gift I haven’t learned how to use yet. I know my emotions are a blessing, I know, but why doesn’t it feel that way? Have I not met the right people? Am I not healed enough to maintain relationships with others? I wish I just knew all the answers. I guess I don’t have to have everything figured out right now. All I know is I don’t need to be cured or fixed or saved, just loved. If for once in my life I could just have that genuine love and patience - I know it would help me. I know it would heal the broken pieces of me that I cannot heal alone. I’m not giving up hope yet, I won’t. Love is out there waiting for me and I’m getting ready. I am ready. But until I find it I’ll give myself all that love I desire until I’ve loved me enough to feel safe enough to allow someone else to love me as well.
I know there’s more to life than all these wasted days
lets have have a sleepover and eat cake and try to light candles without burning our fingers and giggle at stupid things and read our favorite poems to each other and have a pillow fight and roll around and wear each other's pajamas and cuddle on the couch and cover ourselves in blankets and make out like we have all the time in the world~
His smile. Oh gods. I’ll never understand how his smile makes me weak and giddy at the same time. His eyes. The way he looks at me. UGH. IT MAKES ME SOFT AND MUSHY AND I HATE IT(no I don’t. I wouldn’t trade it for anything). His personality. I just adore him, everything that makes him him. He’s such a sweetheart I love him so much. He’s so caring and kind hearted. Real patient when I’m overthinking. I love him. 
does anyone know if we have to face our unjustified anger and desrie to be loved in return tomorrow
Yearn posting but for Marlboro Gold 100’s
Holy FUCK I miss my boyfriend and friends and my bird and my clothes
NON SHIFTERS DONT KNOW YEARNING LIKE SHIFTERS DO AND ITS MAKING ME GO BANANAS
sighhh
thinkin about having a sweet older man who spoils me and yk..actually cares :/
and when your lips finally crashed against mine i cradled your face in my hands yet turned mine away. i cried into the crook of your neck as you apologized but i wasnt crying because you kissed me, i was crying because i couldnt kiss you back
Red Walls and Honey-Hued Hair
I rest the side of my head in my hands, squeezing my eyes shut trying to flatten away the insistent clatter in my head until it numbs away so I can pick out the floating traces of your voice instead: in the rain pattering against concrete, in the slow ticking of the clock hand, in my own slow breathing.
I can picture the tilt of your mouth as you grin, the crinkle of your eyes as you laugh, brushing your hair back with your fingers as you groan at a math problem, gnawing on the tip of a borrowed pencil.
I swallow, burying the pit of longing enlarging on the floor of my stomach. It doesn’t help.
I can feel the walls closing in until they explode into your favorite shade of red, the color of our future house that I see in the corners of my dreams.
I can’t make tea, but I can see a world where I learn so I can make it for us, mixing extra honey into mine until it’s the exact hue of your hair, so we can sip away at it at the dinner table.
The texture is too much now, too thick and overwhelming, but this seems to be the closest I’ll come to consuming you whole the way you do me.
Yearning is not beautiful in the way you think it is. It’s not as poetic as the songwriters make it feel. It’s painful. It’s a knife deep in your soul that twists every time you think about them. It hurts in the same way looking through an old photo album hurts. It is beautiful and it is poetic, and it will destroy you.
i don’t think anyone understands what i mean when i say i’m a yearner. i yearn like my life depends on it. i don’t think i’ve ever felt an emotion as strong as yearning. yearning final boss right here.
This reminds me of when I wrote a poem about yearning: The yearning to be someone's yearning, and the yearning of a poetess to be someone's poem <3
satoru gojo - the misconception
a small drabble
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when it comes to s. gojo, many people like to not only mischaracterize him, but also take words out of context from official media. no, satoru is not a cheater— nor would he be unfaithful. he just wouldn’t have time even for himself to enjoy an actual relationship, hints why he couldn’t be tie down.
but if he could, oh he would.
this is the same man who yearned for his best friend who he only ever had in his high school years. Barely even two years, and managed to try and follow behind the one and only person he ever felt a real, raw connection towards to.
he wouldn’t need to be pampered financially. If anything, he wanted to be showered in affection. He was weak for your kisses, how delicate and soft your lips usually were, how the two of you cuddled up together and the amount of attention you give him. Even if it was barely a minute.
he would be hopelessly devoted to you. He could give you his own beating heart to you if he could. Even the strongest could be weak. He would kiss the feet you walk on, not physically— or maybe. Satoru cares too much. Even if he never shows it, he find himself loving more than he should. And even with his doubts and his own fears of committing as well as loving, he will still find himself loving you. even if he forced himself to try and tell himself he was better off alone.
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a small lil note on gojo thoughts lololol . tired of the cheating scenarios of my king who would probably yearn even in the next lifetime
RIP Patrick Hockstetter you would’ve loved listening to Nirvana
I just want to have a diverse friend group where we all hangout with eachother like in the books I read
Who wants to play Dungeons and Dragons with me
Will Byers most definitely would have been a Beatles fan
I’m actually not trying to vent cause that is lowkey embarrassing but I’m literally no one’s favorite person, like yeah I have friends but I always know they prefer someone else over me? I don’t know if that makes sense 😅
Its so confusing being in multiple fandoms like
Why am I in 10+ fandoms 💔
I’m am not nonchalant. I’ve never been nonchalant. I even grind my teeth when I sleep.
