valerie, this piece has divine timing. I've been sitting with my own desire lately, using a similar language to yours in my head. I've delayed sitting down myself and spilling those thoughts onto paper, and then you publish this. I've found myself in a period of hunger and was fascinated by the realization that this wanton feeling often pops into my brain as the need to "devour." I want to consume. the feeling that liking something — a person, a song, a movie — is not enough, I want to devour it. I often think back to high school when I was required to read "The English Patient" and how taken I was with the line of dialogue a character (serendipitously, with a name spelled like mine, save for one letter) said to her lover. she said, "I want you to ravish me." that line spoke to my soul, but my class did not share the same fervor for it; some even described it as too much, too intense. there is a similarity between the imagery of the words hunger, ravish, devour, desire, and consume; their implication of yearning and need so deep it's almost violent. I'm not a masochist, at least I don't think I am, but perhaps there are those of us designed to be so enraptured by people, by moments, by life that there is no feeling greater than giving into hunger
p.s. I was born in early june, so I'm unsure if I qualify as a spring baby, but spring is my favorite season and always turns these feelings up to the nth degree. perhaps, there IS a correlation between these feelings and being spring-born. something about the tender animal within us and the birds and the bees of it all
Feels like the art of kissing has gotten lost on us recently. It’s either friendship or third base, I find. Especially at university. I’ve been pondering on this lots recently; your post has really inspired me, you capture the animalism of it so well. Great work, as always.
love a passage that reminds me what a little freak I am
lock us UP
beautifully written and felt serendipitous. recently had a magical kiss on a starlit night by a lake in italy - perfectly tipsy on white wine.
haven't stopped thinking about it.
how do people just... move on?
well, spoiler, he did.
never heard from again. 🥲
i like to get territorial with my memories - and find solace in that ❤️
love this <3 and thank you for your honest writing. made me feel a lot less alone in a moment of self-pity, hah
“I’m spring born for a reason” took me OUT
🤝
yes and more yes
thank you Molly!
Love your writing as always! Your creativity inspires me.
thank you Maleeha!
LOVE
thank u!!
valerie, this piece has divine timing. I've been sitting with my own desire lately, using a similar language to yours in my head. I've delayed sitting down myself and spilling those thoughts onto paper, and then you publish this. I've found myself in a period of hunger and was fascinated by the realization that this wanton feeling often pops into my brain as the need to "devour." I want to consume. the feeling that liking something — a person, a song, a movie — is not enough, I want to devour it. I often think back to high school when I was required to read "The English Patient" and how taken I was with the line of dialogue a character (serendipitously, with a name spelled like mine, save for one letter) said to her lover. she said, "I want you to ravish me." that line spoke to my soul, but my class did not share the same fervor for it; some even described it as too much, too intense. there is a similarity between the imagery of the words hunger, ravish, devour, desire, and consume; their implication of yearning and need so deep it's almost violent. I'm not a masochist, at least I don't think I am, but perhaps there are those of us designed to be so enraptured by people, by moments, by life that there is no feeling greater than giving into hunger
p.s. I was born in early june, so I'm unsure if I qualify as a spring baby, but spring is my favorite season and always turns these feelings up to the nth degree. perhaps, there IS a correlation between these feelings and being spring-born. something about the tender animal within us and the birds and the bees of it all
Feels like the art of kissing has gotten lost on us recently. It’s either friendship or third base, I find. Especially at university. I’ve been pondering on this lots recently; your post has really inspired me, you capture the animalism of it so well. Great work, as always.
Very eye opening honest and mesmerising thank you for breaking this down. I agree equal parts hunger and curious nature. A delicate balance
Must. Find. Someone. To. Kiss.
Reading this while thinking about a guy I'm kind of in love with (but haven't told yet) >>>
I’m falling down the rabbit hole of your posts so hard rn
This was so gorgeous (as always) I’m obsessed
sloppy and loud, please
Hitting like after reading the first paragraph 💖✨🫶🏻
Love love love