u/thespringfl0w3r

hey.

i don't believe in meeting my dream guy online.

why?

because from the age of 14 i always pictured it like this:

i sit on a park bench, small and stooping in my usual defensive manner.

the wind slightly touches my short brown hair.

(with magnificent spiky self-styled bangs as always)

there's a sketchbook on my lap, filled with cool images.

yeah, my imaginary self is in fact capable of making something other than from self-portraits.

and then he comes into the picture, played by Benedict Cumberbatch (weird choice for a teenage girl but yeah).

and he says something.

something that i was missing all these years.

not a pickup line, not a cheesy compliment.

something that shows how unreal this crazy world is and how important it is to meet somebody who can forever accompany you in disliking it.

are you crazy, girl?

if you say that you don't actually believe in meeting your soulmate online, why the hell are you posting this?

probably he doesn't believe in that either.

he was just doomscrolling today and then (by some miracle) he runs into my funny post and some inner urge of masochistic origin made him message me.

(no, i didn't mean mr Cumberbatch, i meant my soulmate guy.)

ok, dumbhonest enough but please tell us how your teenage dream story ended!

nothing radical, you know.

we smiled our misanthropic little smiles and ran away.

the end.

feeling lost

like a child

left on a parking lot.

i was never asking for much

but to others it's always a lot.

time is portioned

unproportionally

and i'm outgrowing

the distortion of that wonderful plan

i had when i knew who i am.

ever since i was a little girl i questioned the meaning of life and most of the scenarios were scaring the sh*t outta me.

the only things that have a stable calming effect on my mind are unpassing fancies of my heart.

if i'm to except music and art, the thing that stays a faithfully sweet made-up medicine is love.

i carefully unfold it in my mind and after taking in the sight, i put it back.

are you crafty and insane?

do you casually put the blame for your raging despair on every living man, with no respect for their obscurity or fame?

do your eyes shine with a piercing glint of steel? perhaps they may be blue or green?

is your hair as dark as a crow's wing?

do you play, write things and sing

with a voice that has a velvety tint?

if you do, please message me.

hey you.

sitting here with a computer screen throwing off some cold zombie-like light on your face.

sitting and pretending that your thoughts belong to you and you only, scrolling indifferently and staying infinitely positive that things of real interest aren't easy to stumble upon in this hellhole named internet; therefore, don't deserve being looked for.

sometimes i do feel the same. walking on the same routes, seeing the same dead pigeons and living cats every day, being just this far from naming every single one of them. people are, by no means, the same and yet simply are not captivating enough to be remembered. it doesn't really seem upsetting to me, the fact that those passersby probably feel the same about me.

even though i do sometimes wish that a man would look into my eyes as directly as if he knew me to the core of my soul, to the unswept corners of my mind and embraced the depth of my slow sticky gloom as if it was his own.

in case you bear resemblance to that faceless man who constantly visits my dreams. what i ache for is someone who shares my love of old music and unawkward voice calls.

greetings. life has been extra bleak lately so i'm looking for someone whose presence could distract me from my thoughts a bit.

my interests include 70s music (Rory Gallagher, Donovan, The Kinks, Sparks, Peter Hammill), singing, long walks, shows like bones, futurama, the simpsons and law and order, collecting vintage objects, dumb kitten memes and mutual bitching about fate.

extra bonus points if you have a pleasant baritone.

please be 28-33 years old.

hey there. 

i am not certain if it is the spring fever getting a hold of my sanity or just the usual yearning for an unexpected connection but regardless of the cause, i am here now.

what i love the most about life is music (Rory Gallagher, Donovan, The K¡nks, Sparks, Peter Hammill, Bert Jansch, The The, Orange Juice, The Magnetic Fields) so it's only fair to be wanting someone who shares my passion, preferably a musician. 

other things i love are long walks (my personal limit right now is 40 km), colour green, collecting vintage objects and bitching about life to each other.

i dislike sexism, pumpkins, spoons, beards, mornings, people yelling and cold weather.

my preferred age limit is 28-33.

hey there.

i am not certain if it is the spring fever getting a hold of my sanity or just the usual yearning for an unexpected connection but regardless of the cause, i am here now.

what i love the most about life is music (Rory Gallagher, Donovan, The K¡nks, Sparks, Peter Hammill, Bert Jansch, The The, Orange Juice, The Magnetic Fields) so it's only fair to be wanting someone who shares my passion, preferably a musician.

other things i love are long walks (my personal limit right now is 40 km), colour green, collecting vintage objects and bitching about life to each other.

i dislike sexism, pumpkins, spoons, beards, mornings, people yelling and cold weather.

my preferred age limit is 28-33.