love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Rainy Days
It was a cold and rainy day. I lay awake in my bed, under the covers with my head sunk into one of my huge, plush, luxury hotel-like pillows. My arm cuddled the other one as I listened to the rain. I have always loved the rain. The gloominess of a rainy day, and all of its demands of movies and pizza... ice cream and cookies. Rainy days give me an excuse to stay in and do absolutely nothing. They throw all kinds of cozy vibes into my space. They also throw a plethora of random thoughts into my brain. See, the catch twenty-two for me with those kinda days is that I'm trapped alone at home with my thoughts—thoughts that create potentially chaotic situations in my head that never even happen. Still...I love the rain, and all of its complicated splendor.
By Cheryl Marlowe8 years ago in Humans
A Tinder Success Story
It’s not every day that you meet your soulmate. Especially on Tinder. Typically, people think of tinder as a site for hookups and, very rarely, a relationship. I know that I used it hoping to find a relationship, and that is exactly what I had found.
By Kaitlyn Harker8 years ago in Humans
Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams By: Rebecca Today is the day. I am going to ask out my crush to prom, AKA the most popular guy in the school, Jake! I am so nervous. What if he says no? What if he already has a date to prom? Wait, stop! there are so many “what ifs,” I need to stop thinking about those and focus on the positive.
By Rebecca Black8 years ago in Humans
Understanding the Meaning of Love
We all know what love is... right? At least, we all think we do. We understand the main idea of love; the feelings we have for our parents, siblings, friends, and significant others. Most people, however, don’t think of love as anything more than a feeling. Some say, “I just fell out of love” or “The feelings just aren’t there anymore.” But how is it that two people that were once “madly in love” just... fell out of it? See, my definition of love encompasses the fact that you can’t fall out of it.
By Veronica A8 years ago in Humans
Champagne Scented Candles
I sit and watch as the glow of my champagne scented candles light up every inch of your skin. I can’t help but think of our hearts and bodies being intertwined; how valuable this is to me. It brings a sadness to my soul. You have an unrestrained glow, a sort of otherworldly softness about you. It makes you irresistible, this light. But as I reach a trembling hand towards you, my fingertips begging to be satisfied by our electricity, panic washes over me. I draw back and tuck my hands safely beneath my thighs, fearful of waking you and ending this sweet moment. There aren’t going to be any more memories like this—not after everything that’s happened between our hearts.
By Emma Williams8 years ago in Humans
Love, Empaths, and Breaking Obsessive Tendencies
I was reading a post by fellow Vocal writer Naomi Robinson who wrote a brilliant advice piece titled "The Empathic Mind." She is also a fellow Empath, like myself, and I find it fascinating that discovering the layers of who I am in relationship to others really has the ability to make me feel less of an outsider in this life, and more of belonging to a collective community of distant peers, wrestling to find themselves and be content in these identities. I discovered that I was an Empath a few weeks ago after a counseling appointment. It just dawned on me, and every instance from when I was a child until now, struck me, and the moment of realization just clicked. For me, this has to do with my relationship with other women. I tend to be the "side-kick," the one that will stick with the one that claims me as their friend until it's over. Even when I was a child, I remember the pull of wanting to prove my devotion, in patterns, consistent, unwavering, until I was told to stop, and then the earth-shattering feeling of rejection struck. It's sort of like this dumbfounding feeling where you are confused about what you did wrong. When I create something from my heart, an "invention," as I used to call it, this was the equivalent of showing love to me. I would create stories, flip books, paper jewelry, and create my own (during class...), then I would give them to friends and classmates, and to objects of my affection, usually other girls. Looking back, I realize that I was probably more of a nuisance, interjecting until acceptance from the other, and finding joy in making her feel good, and making her get closer and closer to me. This is not a relationship, this is emotional force.
By SAYHERNAME Morgan Sankofa8 years ago in Humans
Fully Feeling
The evening summer light slowly grew brighter on our living room walls. It was the most beautiful time of day. All the outside bird calls and cricket chirps seemed to slow down and follow the sunlight back to wherever they call home. I always wanted to be there during these moments.
By Johanna Rose8 years ago in Humans
