Hopeless Romantic - Blog Posts
Ooooo! Sounds like perfect for a reverse harem type story!
Oh and Natalie Certain can be like this Academic Alpha girl who has this ego of intelligence and feeling like she’s never wrong until someone (like Cruz) proves her wrong.
Here’s what the theme song would be:
A bi-harem with Cruz as the main lead, the boys and Natalie being her love interests, Lightning and Sally, while not her parents are more of her care takers/unofficial adopted parents. While Lightning’s cool with other boys, it’s Jackson and Natalie’s attitude that he has a problem with their sort of Holier Than Thou mentality.
Sorry… I’ve had my mind on a Cars harem story idea ever since I did a meme.
Hello! Just wanna say I lovee your writing and fics <333 and also quick question, what were the next-gen racers like in high school?
Awww, I’m flattered! ^-^ <3
Jackson - kinda quiet, gym class showoff, former middle school emo kid
Tim - friend to all, honor roll cinnamon roll, theater kid
Chase - jock, dated a cheerleader, somehow avoided most high school drama because he’s actually a decent person
Danny - hopeless romantic, always chasing someone he can’t have, but is surprisingly never bitter about it
Cruz - hella determined, liked by all, always super bubbly (except for when she wasn’t, and then everyone noticed and would try to help)
saw a cute employee and planned my whole life w them on the way home
— Short love letters (Ghassan Kanafani)
― Leos Janacek, Letter to Kamila Stosslova, 8th May 1928
― Dorothea Grossman
sleepy eyes and a heart full of love
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this is how it feels when a hopeless romantic falls in love —
I utterly, genuinely hope that every hopeless romantic girly ever, finds a guy who would listen to all her blabbering, keeps telling her how much he misses her and how much he loves her, brings her flowers cuz he just looked at them and it reminded him of her, take her on little dates, teases her about silly stuff but tells her every morning she is the best thing that ever happened to him
My dual personalities are giving me a hard time :-\
"Why do you like villains more than heroes?", He had asked.
"Because the hero would save the world over her, but the villain would burn the world to save her.", She replied.
Okay but like I just think about lovers who came before us, before the advent of technology. When they had to yearn for days and days until their next letter and then the feeling of excitement mixed with curiosity whilst promising of secretly meeting them in a dingy place where a million conversations would happen in just a few words while their eyes hold each other captive or sneaking glances at each other in public and the unresolved sexual tension which keeps growing with every second of every minute and if they accidentally touch each other------
gosh where do I sign up?
Everytime i feel an epiphany coming i have to seriously question myself if I want to let it in. I like the thrilling sensation of being on the verge of a realization, but not allowing yourself to see it fully yet, with no rational reason. I consider myself a hopeless romantic for the pursue of knowledge, forever cursed to linger on the edge between knowledge and ignorance, all this for a couple momens of what seems like eternal bliss, knowing I could know but choosing not to, just so i can feel it again someday.
You call it vintage outfit
I call it edwardian era inspired outfit~
We are not the same bro✌
It’s like a big pizza pie that’s amore <3
P.s I like pizza lol
At this point, I'm more hopeless than romantic
you told me something beautiful today
"we have a deal, my and my heart: i feed it salad and all the things he likes, cut down on that candy and fats, workout everyday at 7, give him enough rest and water, and it keeps beating fine"
well, guess what? me and my heart also have a deal:
i get to talk to him about you all the time
(and he promises me he listens)
but, at the same time,
he breaks a little with every word
(i love it, though. i love it. if i didn't, i wouldn't do it, right? right?)
Can we bring back love poems and love letters, please? What's wrong with that? I feel like people should bring in that effort to write a poem or a love letter to people who they like, whether it's a platonic, familiar, or romantic like or even one to yourself! If that makes me a hopeless romantic, then so be it, I'm PROUD of it! It doesn't matter how simple or if it seems stupid to you. They will appreciate the effort regardless.
‘‘I love you for all that you are,
all that you have been,
and all that you will be.’’
- A hopeless romantic ─‿‿─
I just opened Tumblr, I did NOT expect to be slapped in the feelz like that😭
And from between my ribs will sprout little weeds, from the shallow surface of my shallow grave --
I care not if they are pretty, or invasive --
If I couldn't be filled with someone's love, in life? then at least I can be a home for something living, in death.
V. Rue, 2025.
mourning your reciprocation
prompt: written in a person’s point of view who was in love with someone before that someone became an amnesiac. this accident resulted in separation, but never in lost feelings, though they are one-sided.
“the sorrows inside
i swallow
in our forgotten memoirs
i wallow.”
how do i get this boy off my mind
Of course I'll be fine
I'm good on my own
An appartement that's all mine
Decorating however I want, as whimsical as I please
No screaming at 3 am
And I'm safe. The mess is mine. But so is the tidiness. I don't have to leave. This is mine. I'll protect it, and anyone that needs a small haven is welcome. Hot chocolate and cookies will always be here waiting. Such as a couch and a blanket. I can let people stay. No one to ask for permission to be kind and soft and to host a dinner.
A work that I am so excited about. In a region I already love. Discovering myself again. Reinventing myself and getting a third shot at life.
I couldn't be more excited.
But leaving... leaving everything is fine.
But him.
Yet I can't hold on. He isn't mine. And I am not settling. If I can have his friendship. And that's all. I'll always be grateful for that. For it shows me what I want. Even if I am forever looking for him. At least I know what I search for. If my heart is breaking, watching him live his life. That's alright. For I get to witness it. And perhaps, help the happiness along a little.
I know I am fine on my own. Yet I can't imagine being without him. Even now, without having actually had him entertwined in my life.
How do I leave a love so strong. Without giving it a chance. This gift the universe gave me, and I have no choice but to throw it away. How will I stand alone, when I know his quiet strength as it is behind me.
I know how to leave everything and everyone
But him
Am I chasing ghosts?
The one that I had left behind
Searching every new face
That age old familiarity
That thoughtless bond, older than us
Will I ever find such a ghost again,
Or am I meant to be seeking, this life time
One that will quench the thirst
While calming and enraging the fire inside my bones
As his hand ghosting over my scars
A voice that I may pretend is his
Finally hearing my words from his lips
Or am I forever chasing the wind?
Ghosting hands on my waist
Shuddering like a flower in the breeze
When it hits my neck
Just a breeze stroking desperate flesh
I'm not ready for a relationship. I need this time alone.
But I long for letters. For discussions about books. Museum visits and afternoons spent in bookshops
For cups of tea and hot chocolate while curled up watching the rain.
For silence, and stillness and holding in front of a fire. The fire wood that we chopped.
Learning and building together.
I want someone capable. Someone calm and strong. Someone caring and kind.
I long for someone that can quiet my mind.
Someone that can keep up with me. That challenges me. That can hold space for me.
I long for someone that will love me for all the wildness of my soul.
Someone not scared by all I have to give.
With him I won't need to be small and tame
It's October now. And I'm back in the city
I long for the cold early morning. With fog covering the forest. Drinking tea on the porch staring at the bright yellow birch trees.
Swimming, naked, in a swirling mist, in water that's warmer than the air.
Curling up in an armchair with a book and a cup of hot chocolate.
Watching the moon and the stars, wrapped in thick jackets.
Exploring museums in long skirts and shalls.
Smelling the rain, on a cold walk in the forest.
Next October...