love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
A Tinder Success Story
It’s not every day that you meet your soulmate. Especially on Tinder. Typically, people think of tinder as a site for hookups and, very rarely, a relationship. I know that I used it hoping to find a relationship, and that is exactly what I had found.
By Kaitlyn Harker8 years ago in Humans
Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams By: Rebecca Today is the day. I am going to ask out my crush to prom, AKA the most popular guy in the school, Jake! I am so nervous. What if he says no? What if he already has a date to prom? Wait, stop! there are so many “what ifs,” I need to stop thinking about those and focus on the positive.
By Rebecca Black8 years ago in Humans
Understanding the Meaning of Love
We all know what love is... right? At least, we all think we do. We understand the main idea of love; the feelings we have for our parents, siblings, friends, and significant others. Most people, however, don’t think of love as anything more than a feeling. Some say, “I just fell out of love” or “The feelings just aren’t there anymore.” But how is it that two people that were once “madly in love” just... fell out of it? See, my definition of love encompasses the fact that you can’t fall out of it.
By Veronica A8 years ago in Humans
Champagne Scented Candles
I sit and watch as the glow of my champagne scented candles light up every inch of your skin. I can’t help but think of our hearts and bodies being intertwined; how valuable this is to me. It brings a sadness to my soul. You have an unrestrained glow, a sort of otherworldly softness about you. It makes you irresistible, this light. But as I reach a trembling hand towards you, my fingertips begging to be satisfied by our electricity, panic washes over me. I draw back and tuck my hands safely beneath my thighs, fearful of waking you and ending this sweet moment. There aren’t going to be any more memories like this—not after everything that’s happened between our hearts.
By Emma Williams8 years ago in Humans
Love, Empaths, and Breaking Obsessive Tendencies
I was reading a post by fellow Vocal writer Naomi Robinson who wrote a brilliant advice piece titled "The Empathic Mind." She is also a fellow Empath, like myself, and I find it fascinating that discovering the layers of who I am in relationship to others really has the ability to make me feel less of an outsider in this life, and more of belonging to a collective community of distant peers, wrestling to find themselves and be content in these identities. I discovered that I was an Empath a few weeks ago after a counseling appointment. It just dawned on me, and every instance from when I was a child until now, struck me, and the moment of realization just clicked. For me, this has to do with my relationship with other women. I tend to be the "side-kick," the one that will stick with the one that claims me as their friend until it's over. Even when I was a child, I remember the pull of wanting to prove my devotion, in patterns, consistent, unwavering, until I was told to stop, and then the earth-shattering feeling of rejection struck. It's sort of like this dumbfounding feeling where you are confused about what you did wrong. When I create something from my heart, an "invention," as I used to call it, this was the equivalent of showing love to me. I would create stories, flip books, paper jewelry, and create my own (during class...), then I would give them to friends and classmates, and to objects of my affection, usually other girls. Looking back, I realize that I was probably more of a nuisance, interjecting until acceptance from the other, and finding joy in making her feel good, and making her get closer and closer to me. This is not a relationship, this is emotional force.
By SAYHERNAME Morgan Sankofa8 years ago in Humans
Fully Feeling
The evening summer light slowly grew brighter on our living room walls. It was the most beautiful time of day. All the outside bird calls and cricket chirps seemed to slow down and follow the sunlight back to wherever they call home. I always wanted to be there during these moments.
By Johanna Rose8 years ago in Humans
The Psychology of Love
In many societies, especially in the western society, love, whether it is between a partner, family member, friend or animal, is present. It is seen as a necessity and want throughout each individual’s life. Love can help bring people together or tear people apart. It is something, an emotion if you will, that many societies wrap their livelihoods around. Neurochemically, love is defined as an array of different neurotransmitters centering around motivation and reward being released into an individual’s brain, causing an amazing sensation one feels for a person, place or thing. And when an individual cannot seem to find this sensation of “love,” they tend to look for it in other ways, such as using drugs that will sort of mimic the feeling one gets when in love. Even though love is so apparent in many societies, some scientists will argue that it is not a universal emotion. But all in all, individuals around the world have an extremely strong necessity for this sensation called, love. This paper will help individuals understand love by defining what love is chemically, how different drugs can mimic love, and if this “emotion” is universal.
By Danyea Hays8 years ago in Humans
Love
What is love? Is it something that can be observed, felt, or touched? Is love something we show or feel? Does anyone know the true meaning behind love? Love is a feeling everyone has in their life from another individual. The word love means “strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties.” This may be the true meaning of love, but there are several different types of love that people show.
By Quitina Foster8 years ago in Humans
Calloused Love
His hands opened my eyes to the whole world. When I was younger, I thought callouses could only form on feet because I was a soccer player and that was all I knew. But when I touched his hands for the first time and I felt the rough skin from his callouses, I felt my world tremble beneath my feet. I recalled pedicurists trying to scrape off my callouses and wondered if anyone had ever thought to do the same to his. I wondered if he had ever looked at them and wished they weren’t there, for any reason. He told me how he got them, explaining that he lifted weights at the gym often. When he was younger, he was “obese, like, so fat,” so now the gym was his life. Knowing this fact made me somehow love them more. He took my hand in his and rubbed my fingers over them, asking me if I minded them. My wide eyes and curled lips must have told a different tale, because he smiled at me, not needing me to utter any words.
By Esperanza G8 years ago in Humans
