How Body Language Changes When A Character Is Falling In Love (Whether They Admit It Or Not)

Im honestly a little frightened by the current situation. Thank you, everyone, who added to this. I also used to just scroll past these websites, but I’m most certainly going to try and use a VPN now.

Still scared. But I can be scared and protected now.

Farewell online privacy

Well obviously I can’t have chronic fatigue, that’s a real problem for real disabled people that’s diagnosed by doctors probably. Clearly I just have some sort of perpetual exhaustion issue, that is also almost certainly my fault somehow

sometimes intimacy is a field standing between you and the person you want most.

What the hell even is intimacy anymore? It feels like that word is everywhere. ‘The intimacy of this, the intimacy of that’. It’s a little funny, how I seem to complain of that wording in spite of the opener of this post. But truth be told— I’m not complaining. Not about the core value and notion of the sentiment. Sure, I think people could be more original with titles— but that’s just a nitpick. I’m glad people are realising there’s an intimacy in almost everything. An intimacy in life’s small pleasures, an intimacy in perhaps a breakup or a falling out. Intimacy is a word that triggers the human psyche— brings intrigue and sometimes, I think, for a lot of us— it can bring a sense of anxiety. And with that being said— if your idea and sense of intimacy is not much beyond something like physical relations, well— then maybe you won’t understand the nuance of what I and a lot of other people are saying and coming to realise. Intimacy, in my eyes, goes so much beyond the physical. To be intimate— to look into the eyes of someone, to laugh, to cry, to be perceived. It’s all sickly intimate. Oh, as I type this in my late afternoon, I’m coming to realise how much I am hating that word. Simply because it has bern dulled down to nothing. Nothing everything has to be euphemistic, my possibly close-minded reader. Not everything in life is chalked up to a human hunger, lust.

For me? There’s nothing more intimate than distance. Between me and this hypothetical person, stands a field. And what is in that field? Well, it’s whatever I want it to be. Maybe it’s empty and sun bleached, maybe it’s lovely and green with a small pond and that long grass that snakes seem to love to hide in. Maybe it’s full of flowers— yellow ones. Because I know that they’re her favourite colour. What stands between this person is something only myself and they know. It’s between us— between two souls whom shall not utter a single word to eachother, for one reason or another. However, actions always weighed more than words. A glance to me may feel more intimate than a kiss— a kiss can only portray one or two things. But a glance? A glance is a glance into the soul of the other person. A glance can mean a million things? Is it the look of love? Lust? (Seeing how my generation seems to care about not much else)— or maybe it’s one or anger? Unspoken words that stay unspoken like a sin? Maybe you’ll look at me and I’ll have to wonder why it is you looked at me that way. What it is about me that caused the twitch of your left eye. I doubt I’ll ever know. But it’s intimate. I’d be exploring and guessing the inner workings of a brain that is not mine— my calloused fingers (probably calloused from doing this a million times over, mind you) shall run their course along the curves and crevices of one’s brain, perhaps one’s soul, should I want to look that deep. Maybe I’ll run my index and middle fingers along the valve of your heart. My curiosities metaphysical body will touch your unknown soul— isn’t that intimacy? For those who chalk intimacy up to physicalities, think of it metaphorically. There is an intimacy in everything. So much so that the word holds so little weight. But because it’s so humane— so every-day— that’s why it’s so important. That’s why it’s important to appreciate it. Breathing air is normal, but losing oxygen will kill you. Appreciate things. Appreciate the intimacy of life.

From The Anatomy Of a Character - Luna Azzurra *~*

sorry my fault

for some reason ive had to viciously fight the overwhelming urge to add “dawg” to my every day vocabulary for like, the entire past month. No one i know says it. where did it come from? why is it here?? how do i get it to stop??? no but seriously i think ive heard it like, twice my entire life how did it get into my brain and why wont it leave.

feels like fake news

Writing Prompt #14

“You will never be like me.”

“I already am.”

That last one thooooo

if u dont mind, could u do some more enemies to lover + one bed trope dialogs and prompts?

all my love for this req anon<3

enemies to lovers w/ one bed trope - prompts and dialogue.

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ both characters grumbling about the one bed situation but one finds them self secretly blushing.

♡ "there is no way i'm getting in a bed with you." "you're welcome to the floor."

♡ as they both get into bed, one says "touch me and die."

♡ both making a pillow wall between them, only for it to be destroyed somewhere along the night.

♡ one wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, leaving their 'enemy' to comfort them.

♡ "i hate you." "as long as you don't hog the covers, i don't care." (they really did care.)

♡ one nudging the other while they're both tucked in because they like seeing their enemy rattled.

♡ "woah, it's cold." their enemy's sleepy form threw something in their direction, it was the enemy's sweater.

♡ unintentionally huddling together for body warmth.

♡ both unable to sleep (due to fears of nightmares) so they both stay up in bed and somewhere along the late night, they start talking and sharing about their pasts.

♡ "you're not sleeping?" "nope." "why not?" "don't want you to stab me the second i close my eyes." "i won't."

♡ cuddling up to each other for warmth, "this never happened?" "deal." except both of them can't stop thinking about it for weeks after.

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