I'm unironically in love with a girl

[Anonymous No.21534178]

Books or poetry that, in your opinion, captures this feel? Nothing cheesy or cliched. Many thanks.

[Anonymous No.21534182]

>>21534178
faggot

[Anonymous No.21534189]

>>21534182
No I swear she's a girl.

[Anonymous No.21534195]

>>21534178
Love is cheesy and cliched. You are probably smitten and not in love, you are over thinking if it were love you would just react. Picrel should do well for you.

[Anonymous No.21534200]

>>21534195
Thanks for the rec. All I know is that I find myself thinking about her quite a lot

[Anonymous No.21534207]

>>21534195
>Love is cheesy and cliched. You are probably smitten and not in love, you are over thinking if it were love you would just react
source: guy on internet

[Anonymous No.21534217]

>>21534200
You are still in the smitten phase, when you hit the love phase you will not care if it is cheesy or cliche and you will find yourself doing things which are cheesy and cliche.
>>21534207
This is pretty much common knowledge for anyone over 25 or so.

[Anonymous No.21534237]

>>21534178
Why don't write you own. It's the only time in life when it's relevant

[Anonymous No.21534242]

>>21534237
based take

[Anonymous No.21534299]

>>21534217
>he think of love in terms of phases and processes
He's a bugman! Everyone laugh at the bugman!

[Anonymous No.21534318]

>>21534299
I said the opposite of that...

[Anonymous No.21534330]

>>21534178
Yeats is good.

[Anonymous No.21534336]

>>21534178
>>21534330
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

[Anonymous No.21534349]

>>21534178
hope the feeling is requited, anon.

[Anonymouṡ No.21534499]

>>21534178

NOT TO SLEEP

Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy,
Counting no sheep and careless of chimes,
Welcoming the dawn confabulation
Of birds, her children, who discuss idly
Fanciful details of the promised coming —
Will she be wearing red, or russet, or blue,
Or pure white? — whatever she wears, glorious:
Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy,
This is given to a few but at last to me,
So that when I laugh and stretch and leap from bed
I shall glide downstairs, my feet brushing the carpet
In courtesy to civilized progression,
Though, did I wish, I could soar through the open window
And perch on a branch above, acceptable ally
Of the birds still alert, grumbling gently together.

— Robert Graves

[Anonymouṡ No.21534554]

>>21534178

SONNET #23

They may suppose, because I would not cloy your ear —
If ever these songs by other ears are heard —
With 'love' and 'love', I loved you not, but blurred
Lust with strange images, warm, not quite sincere,
To switch a bedroom black. O mutineer
With me against these empty captains! gird
Your scorn above all against *this* word
Pompous and vague on the stump of his career.

Also I fox 'heart', striking a modern breast
Hollow as a drum, and 'beauty' I taboo;
I want a verse fresh as a bubble breaks,
As little false . . . Blood of my sweet unrest
Runs all the same — I am in love with you —
Trapped in my rib-cage something throes and aches!

— John Berryman

[Anonymous No.21534565]

So am I
Met 3 months ago.
Officially a couple for 1 month
Kissing, grinding on my hard cock yesterday
Get naked for first time sex
Go completely limp dicked instantly after undressing due to anxiety.
Dick retracts back into my body while fingering her despite this being the hottest girl ever and me genuinely loving her

I want to fucking die! Haha! Like actual suicide!

Books for this feel?

[Anonymous No.21534582]

>>21534565
you don't need a book you need r/nofap niggard

[Anonymous No.21534606]

>>21534582
Idk I get hard just cuddling with her
Pretty sure it’s performance anxiety, not some porn-induced ED

This shit sucks tho. Because it happened I’ll be even more anxious next time

[Anonymous No.21534686]

A wholesome thread? On /lit/? Well I’ll be damned

[Anonymous No.21535103]

>>21534606
just let her know you're having performance anxiety and you'll become much less anxious (unless she's kind of an asshole).

[Anonymous No.21535153]

have fun with chad and tyrones sloppy seconds

[Anonymous No.21535279]

>>21535103
No she was super nice about it and said I love you for the first time
Even so I just feel so bad about it. Just feel like shit in general now and pessimistic abt future

[Anonymous No.21535328]

>>21534349
What a lovely thing to say to a total stranger. Rare wholesome moment on this rancid basket weaving forum.

[Anonymous No.21535480]

>>21534565
I was equally scared when I lost my virginity, after some liquor and long foreplay I performed somewhat okay. A bit of alcohol may help you unwind. Your whole body is built for the moment of procreation, do what feels natural and at your pace, let it happen.

[Anonymous No.21536354]

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

[Anonymous No.21536386]

Hogg by Samuel Delany.

[Anonymous No.21536771]

>>21534499
That was wonderful. Really captures it.

[Anonymous No.21538103]

>>21534318
No you didn't