love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Was I Ever In Love?
Have you ever thought you were in love? Like real, infatuating, head-over-heels-I-want-to-spend-every-minute-with-you love? You have a couple months of where you are fascinated by this person and would do anything for them... then it gets a bit... boring? I'm 21 and I'm currently bored.
By Karla Jones8 years ago in Humans
Starry-Eyed Infatuations
Crushes, we've all had one. If you're saying you have never had a crush, chances are, you are probably lying. As cuffing season approaches, it is no secret that people are filled with an even greater desire for a relationship. Crushes can be absolutely mortifying, nerve-wracking, but also pure wonder. They either make you feel like your heart is gonna burst out of your whole damn body or as if you're in pure ecstasy! Now you're probably wondering, why is Kylee writing this? Truth is, I have gotten a few requests before to do a piece on crushes, so here I am. Look, crushes suck. They fill up your head with false expectations of a teenage dream, or in my case, scenes with Audrey Hepburn, like that one scene in Roman Holiday where she's riding on a Vespa with Joe Bradley, played by Gregory Peck, or especially the final scene in Breakfast at Tiffany's where she finally finds her missing cat, Cat, and makes up with her lover, Paul Varjak, played by George Peppard.
By Kylee Baker8 years ago in Humans
A Collection of "Ands"
There are words dripping from my lips in no sensible order. They are empty; as much as I try to fill them with the passion and the past married to them in my mind, they are detached, and I am sorry for that. There are messages on my tongue, and poems perched on my fingertips, and ideas begging to be released and turned into rants of no importance all because of you, and because of your smile, and because you smell like flowers and soaked cedar and comfort when I bury my face in your shoulder, and I love that about you.
By Amelia Clare Wright8 years ago in Humans
A Promise of Improved Replies
The first time Jon called me nurturing, my heart shriveled like a grape left to dry. I felt my intestines inside my body as if someone were unraveling them to be placed in front of me to see. All my vulnerabilities, my softness, all my feminine tendencies that I had worked so hard to suppress in favor of a tough rind over my heart, they were all exposed and very much so real, no longer hidden. I sat on the carpet in the ninth floor hallway, the smell of which now sends me into a sort of hazy post-traumatic flashback, with his head in my chest trying to remember how to breathe. Nurturing was weak. Nurturing was needy and destitute and soft. I knew how nurturing got in the way of dreams. I watched my mother succumb to her maternity: she regretted missing her daughters grow up when she went to work, and she regretted falling behind in her passion when she stayed home. Every beat of my heart begged and screamed for me to fall to the opposite, to hurt and insult him and prove to him that I am not nurturing, I am strong. Trying to re-identify myself—as a nurturer, a caretaker, a lover, even, at only seventeen—was one of the hardest commitments I’ve ever made. And I am still coming to terms with the fact that I did it for us.
By Amelia Clare Wright8 years ago in Humans
Out of the Woods
I pulled the covers over my bare shoulders and pulled a pillow to my naked breasts. I glanced over at the clock. It read 5:55. "He should be back soon," I thought. We lived on a farm somewhere in the middle of Texas. He was always getting up early to feed the cows and do some other farm chores. I rolled over and laid on my back as I started to think. "I hate it here," I would say to myself. But he loves it and I can’t take that away from him. I slowly sat up in bed as soon as he walked back into the room.
By Meredith Connell8 years ago in Humans
The One that Consumed Me
I don’t know if it was the city or the guy, but I was changed in as little as eight months. Who would have thought I of all people would drop out of college, giving up a once in a lifetime opportunity that some people only dreamed of having? Well, excuse me. It wasn’t what I wanted to do. I’m all for getting an education, but not like that. Not when I could barely make it out of my bed or lift my tired arms to brush the knots from my hair because the other voice in me was too overwhelming. Please tell me one more time that I should have stayed when I called my mother at least three times a week crying my eyes out over shit I couldn’t understand. I knew I’d never make it, so I packed my shit and I ran. I’m good at running. Would have done it a long time ago if it weren’t for the sake of my mom.
By Savanna Lingle8 years ago in Humans
Mind the Gap
Can there be too large an age gap in a relationship between a boyfriend and girlfriend? I ask for personal reasons because I am much older than my girlfriend and although we are happy, it’s our age gap that is brought up most by doubters. Personally, I think the argument over our age difference is as relevant as our height difference or eye colour difference. Though I am a foot taller and our eyes are different, that’s still not important.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 years ago in Humans
What Is Love?
When she walks into your life, it isn't with an electric shock, a dramatic weather change, or thematic music. Rather, unlike the movies, it'll be with a whisper of the wind and a shrug of a shoulder under light brown hair in the late summer heat. It'll be silent. She'll take a seat across from you by complete accident. You'll glance her way, perhaps appreciate her natural beauty, and go about the rest of your day without any real reason to remember it thirty years later.
By Angelica Reece8 years ago in Humans
