"How weird it is to think I used to not know of your existence. I somehow lived my life without ever knowing you were a person. Once we met though, god I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since. It’s hard to imagine I used to be able to live my life without you consuming my head with thoughts."
- kmr (disastrous-heartache)
Anonymous: Okay this is pathetic and embarrassing and I don't know why I wanted to tell you this, but I'm about to be a sophomore in college and I've yet to be kissed or cherished as anything more than a friend by ANYONE. I'm so so tired of it. 


Did society tell you it was pathetic and embarrassing? Who’s timeline are you on? Is there a deadline for when one should be kissed or when it is deemed normal timing?

I’m sorry that you’re feeling this way, really. It’s innate, this desire to be desired but how entirely cool are you! Truth. It’s common to be kissed as a teenager, even before that. Classic. I’ll let you in on a little secret…I was you, same boat.

I worried though, harped on it, thought I was too intense, came to terms that guys were just intimidated by me, that I scared them off because I know what I want, I know what I deserve and won’t settle for anything less. I’ll take solitude over a shallow, temporary desire every day. I’m going to get old and wrinkly one day, hair grey, it’ll fade; my youthful skin and whatever but my heart will remain. Someone that looks beyond that, that’s who I desire to desire me. It was all that time of not being wanted; being told as a teenager that if I lost a little weight, caked some makeup on and my teeth were straighter, somebody would want me, that if I acted like a lady and didn’t talk too much, somebody would take me. I allowed myself to think about what I was being told and knew it was all bullshit. Mark my words, I’ll never change for anyone, I’ll never wear makeup or heels for someone. Hell nah.

I encourage you to focus on…you. I encourage you to focus on cultivating a better version of yourself each day. Touch things, pay attention to how the feeling of the petal of a rose makes you feel, do things you wouldn’t normally do whether it’s going to a movie by yourself or taking a solo road trip. Learn yourself, and keep at it. Taste things, decipher what you like and what you don’t like. Reflect on your life up until now, search for truth. Raw. Live…because trust me, it’ll hit you in the face; the kiss, the person. You don’t need one, you want one. Don’t let this determine or shape your worth because it has nothing to do with that. Keep reminding yourself each day-in the mirror, in your journal. You are enough and you are worthy. I hope I don’t sound preachy and I hope this helps. Have fun, take a risk or five. Come off anonymous if you feel inclined to do so.

I did. And I got kissed, well. It was one of the sweetest moments, well worth the wait to say the least. Magnificent. I have the coolest story ever. Thankful.

{edited in, sidenote} and just so you know…you have the right to be tired some days and be mopey about it. You’re human and it’s the coolest. Feed that feeling in healthy ways. I’ll step off my box now.

"I could never cheat on anyone. It’s the type of mistake and wrong doing I couldn’t live with. Knowing that you destroyed someone’s trust is bad, but destroying someone’s perspective on love is far too worse."

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"Be grateful for the wound that pushes you towards God."
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