It doesn’t make me sad when I lose followers.
To be honest, this is my Tumblr:
a mood board, full of nothing but some words and pictures.
a collection of images I think look nice or appealing.
a collection of images snapped by people I wish I were as cool as.
an outlet for my emotions.
a place for me to write freely about anything related to emotions, or stupid little details that accumulate significant/humorous value over the years.
my tumblr is a place where facts and logic are prohibited.
everything is emotion, everything is feel.
it has to be stupid, or uplifting, anything but rational.
and when I think about that, I imagine clouds and fluffiness. I don’t know why.

Yesterday I was struck.
I know what it’s like to love people, I’m sure many people do. I love my friends, my family.. there are always going to be people in my life I would do anything for. I feel this love, always, always, but I never know what it looks like.
What does it look like, if I step outside myself and take an objective perspective to my love for others?
Will I perceive it as real and genuine, will it look fake?
I was with my boyfriend yesterday and there were several moments where I could see: this person is in love with me. And by this, I mean I could understand it. If I wanted to, I could break it down into a million pieces and build it again with my eyes blindfolded. It was clear. I knew that he is in love. Not because I heard him say anything, not because he did anything, but because I just felt it.
Nobody feels these things all the time, for me it just happens sometimes. It’s a moment in time where love can find me.
I realized that is what it is supposed to look like. It doesn’t matter how many people I love and care for, if they don’t know it, if they can’t feel it, if they don’t believe it, if they can’t understand it— I’m uncertain as to how powerful it can be.
I very much do love you, b! :)