Keywords: art, about me
I hope you’ll stick around for this journey, hell, I hope I stick around for this journey.
https://hannahgutzy.wordpress.com/2022/07/30/meet-the-artist
Want, Wanting, Wanted — All the Wants!
Keywords: art, about me
I hope you’ll stick around for this journey, hell, I hope I stick around for this journey.
https://hannahgutzy.wordpress.com/2022/07/30/meet-the-artist
Keywords: Life , musings , bloggerlife , Life Lessons , lovestory , Readergram , Women Writers , Writersgram
When I was down with fever, I always thought, “What if I died alone in an apartment?” My soul kept screaming that, “You would die after hearing those magical words, never lose hope.” I want to trust my heart even though it was sedated that night. I want to be someone’s forever in this world full of “Maybe.” Love as magical as it sounds, can be my cause of loneliness. Love as joyful as it sounds, might break my strength. Maybe someday, someone would save my drowning soul. Maybe I get to hear my share of “I love you.” At the end of my story, there will always be a “Maybe.”
https://nidhantrika07.wordpress.com/2022/01/18/maybe-forever
Keywords: broken , heart , hurt , love , pain
I want to be a masterpiece. I want to be loved by someone who thinks all of time stands still when looking into my eyes. I’m tired of pouring what little I have left into people who don’t appreciate me. I am ready to be full of life and joy and laughter. I want peace. I want to see the light. I want to be everything to someone. I want to be special. I want someone to beg for me to stay instead of asking me to leave. I want someone to fight for me and cherish me. I want someone to treasure me and value me. To truly love and want me. I want to be whole and I don’t want to do it alone.
https://explainmythoughts.wordpress.com/2015/07/11/37
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I want to fall hopelessly and relentlessly in love with someone and I want them to feel the same about me. Sometimes I think that maybe I deserve to be this lonely all the time because I did some horrible awful in a past life or even in this one. I don’t know! I know that I have wanted nothing but to feel loved in this life and so far I haven’t felt it. People always say but you have your kids. That isn’t the same. I want someone to touch me and have it feel like they never want to let me go. I want someone to look at me like I am the reason the sun shines and I can look at them with that same feeling. I want to be held and kept safe. I want someone to do random romantic cheesey things for me without me having to tell the. Lastly I want someone to take care of my heart like it’s a most precious thing in the world to them.
https://belladonna1976dotcom.wordpress.com/2018/01/07/i-want
Keywords: essay , friendship , love , self
One of my favourite parts of my day is cooking dinner just for myself. The other day, as I was walking to my local shop, and I had to position my umbrella in a certain way so that the couple walking towards me, who were sharing an umbrella, didn’t crash into me. I remember thinking that it would make a really good scene in a Fleabag-esque show, where the protagonist is single and unlucky in love and everyone else manages to get into relationships and make joint dinners and split the tasks. They are probably looking at a list they wrote together and saying, “you get the potatoes, I’ll get the butter.” Whereas, there I am, staring at sushi and debating if it’s going to be a sweet or savory bagel week. Then it hits me that this is my life, and that being single for my twenties isn’t just some hypothetical possibility, but is a real version of reality that I live in. It’s gone past the point of randomly sending my friends texts that say ‘will I ever be lovable?’ and has simply become my state of being. The self pitying is slowly evaporating and I’ll sternly tell myself ‘you are living it. This is it. It’s lovely and it’s also sometimes hard. By the way you’re going to crash into that couple coming towards you if you don’t move your umbrella’. Sometimes, I reminisce on the times where I’ve acted like a pretend girlfriend for a week maximum, and then I’ll make a joke to myself that it’s a bit like when people go on those intensive courses where you learn how to drive in seven days and then pass your test. I keep failing my test. Only metaphorically, obviously, I can’t drive because I always live in big cities with public transport and none of my shoes are sensible. Some couples make me believe that love is real, and acknowledge that it isn’t just a pretend feeling people curate so they can tick off ‘get married’ in their mental to-do list. Other times I’ll see a man in a peacoat and a scarf talk down to his partner and tell her that her friends are all too dramatic and hysterical. Then I consider myself one of the lucky ones. There you have it, another contradiction. Love is both real and not real, it’s a jackpot to know what you’re getting yourself into. I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than have a man in a sensible coat think he can patronise me in the street, and I mean that truly.
https://elliciaroxanne.wordpress.com/2021/11/12/contradictions
Keywords: Mental Health , Wholistic Wellness , abuse , attachment , change , healing , integrity , joy , love , narcissism , trauma , trauma healing , wellness
I’m realizing I’ll have to give it to myself awkwardly. Flailingly, insufficiently… but, at least consistently. Semi-consistently. Enough to show me that I am here most of the time.
https://authenticaudmemoir.home.blog/2022/11/16/101
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not for who i am. and i got the tattoo to help me remember that others do want me.
https://transplantedweb.wordpress.com/2021/07/29/i-want-me
Keywords: personal , reflections , social , social justice , wellbeing
To be able to feel and show compassion to those who are marginalised in our society by whatever means and help those within my generation and beyond to see past outdated institutional beliefs. I want to one day be able to experience that warm feeling you get when you see communities coming together, and not when something disastrous happens, but in our everyday lives. The kind of feeling you feel when a little child hugs your legs because they are so full of love for everyone. We adults could learn so much from children if we give them more of a voice.
https://universitywithaimz.wordpress.com/2021/07/04/love-people
Keywords: About Me , Teaching
I became a teacher because I love to share my joy and love of history with people. I also became a teacher because I want to help others, especially children. I want them to know that they are loved and they are valued. I may not be able to save and reach every child, but I will try my hardest.
https://socialandstudies.wordpress.com/2020/12/08/why-i-became-a-teacher