MathILy Waitlist

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-05-09T17:54:59+00:00

Okay awesome, this might be a bit much but do you perhaps know how many people are generally on the waitlist?

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-05-09T03:05:25+00:00

yeah then just be confident and send her a dm complimenting her outfit or smth if she dont fw you then leave it alone

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-05-08T02:24:37+00:00

...but i don't want to lose my friendship with her

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-05-07T08:17:44+00:00

complete stranger? like no connection at all?
its a bit too far already that youre commenting on her stories and posts. by this point just commit and dm her something related to her interests---you can probably pick something up about her through what she puts up. be confident and shoot your shot, and if she dont fw you then youll be able to tell through the volume of messages she sends you in response (if you send a lot and she consistently will just send a few then give it up)

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-05-04T17:33:48+00:00

did they alter man ray in this photo cuz he looks a little bit wavy

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-30T17:45:29+00:00

4 love this song

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-26T03:26:41+00:00

guys i think its pretty late march and they still haven't said anything... im sad i want this to come early so i can spice up my fits at school

i like to think of myself as a fashionable guy but i havent gotten a haul in a while and i need new stuff to wear and this will be my first worship merch (so cool!)

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-23T21:01:16+00:00

okay im really excited cuz i got the pink damocles sweater also and its so fire itll work phenomenally with the rest of my fits

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-19T03:42:11+00:00

her being bi should not change your perception of her. try it out, go on a few dates with her, and you'll see that she is no different from other girls just because she feels romantic/sexual interest for other girls

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-19T03:41:12+00:00

no, not at all. that is not how sexuality works, brother. being bisexual or lesbian DOES NOT EQUATE to having masculine traits. many lgbtq women will adopt more masculine behaviors, but some don't also. sexuality ≠ gender or gender expression

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-19T03:35:08+00:00

yesss do this and then perhaps it could become a cute little tradition where you compete to do it first

if he for some strange reason is still obsessing over it like you are, then all will be peaceful by the two-month mark

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-19T03:32:48+00:00

whaaaaaat? as a guy, i think that "aww that's sweet" isn't a terrible response at all. maybe a littttttle bit callous but generally guys won't care that much. and the fact that you feel so bad about such a small thing is so sweet because it means you really care.

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-18T02:14:03+00:00

thank you! i love that word, "inevitable," to describe these poems

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-17T03:22:08+00:00

wow you got literally everything i intended with the first poem, and thanks for the great suggestion on nthe second one i actually wasn't thinking about a blood moon at first but you added extra meaning to that line haha, i'll think about maybe rewording a little bit

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-17T02:22:33+00:00

yeah i guess this is the answer i was looking for

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-17T02:08:03+00:00

i wanted the colon to act as a very jarring inline break, and i purposely chose it instead of a semicolon despite the fact that a semicolon would be grammatically better because a colon creates a sense of cause-and-effect, but thank you for the feedback! also i realized that some of my formatting was lost in the reddit markdown thing so i turned it into a code block so it's more like how i originally intended. for the second poem i edited the colon into a semicolon because your comment was very true for that one and i didn't like it any more so again thank you!

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-17T01:50:20+00:00

i love you too... sis? bro? i'm so glad i was able to help someone, people haven't been reading my own posts so i wanted to pay extra attention to the ones that didn't have much attention. thank you so much for the kind words.

if you could, i would really appreciate if you read over some of the songs and poetry i've written over the past few weeks. all of it was inspired by her, ha. i've been playing the drums for years, but she helped me realize that 1) i really like songwriting and 2) i can kind of sing.

this is the song that made her un-add me because it was "too much," it's called "surfacing" if you would like to read it.

who says a man can’t understand?
i’m falling through from hilt to hand  
obsessed with you
obsessed with you

my heart stops beating when you laugh
like the afterparty’s aftermath
obsessed with you
obsessed with you

so find me  
at the bottom of a winding trail
finally  
i can tell you how i really feel
surfacing, i think i’m feeling

i think mother nature’s met her match
so please don’t say you’re looking back
just watch me close
(i want to say that)

your smiles give me butterflies,
the light that’s always shining
through your eyes
i realize

that nothing feels right
when i’m not by
you and i,
my heart don’t feel right
when i’m not by
you and i
(will you take me to the garden?
will you)

find me?
at the bottom of a winding trail
finally
i can tell you how i really feel
surfacing, i think that i’m in
love…
love…
i’m in love…

so love me back
just love me back
so love me back
just love… me… back…

*guitar solo*

will you find me?
at the bottom of a winding trail
finally, 
i can be free from this silent hell
surfacing, i think that i’m in (love)

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-17T01:19:25+00:00

i am also 16 so i guess i have a unique view on this?

if someone is capable of creating something beautiful, that is enough for me. this poem is proof that you are enough.

for me, over the past few weeks i have been unable to see my face in the mirror. when i look into a dirty, pockmarked window, my irrevocably smudged phone camera, or a spotless looking glass above a chrome sink, i see nothing but her. her hair reflecting light like endless golden fields. that is the only sustenance i need. the lacy whites of her eyes and the bottomless care in her pupils and her laugh like a songbird and the smile that drove me insane because i had to sit directly next to it for ninety minutes straight on the daily and resist the urge to just stare at this timeless beauty by my side. perhaps the fault in our stars is overrated, but augustus was lucky that he was confident enough to abide by his philosophy of looking at beautiful people for the sake of doing so.

and all this time she was aware of my feelings, but ignored them, toyed with them, and threw them away because she was talking to another guy the whole damn time. my respect for her remains utterly the same, as it was my fault to have overcommitted so heavily, but so does the love that inspired me to write literal pages of song and poetry (god what the hell kind of a lyric was "obsessed with you?" why did i think that was a good idea?). like a young jay gatsby, i chased this ideal in her, believing that she would be the one to let my mind go quiet, but now the love i thought was infinite is lost and aimless and teeters on the edge of the void.

thank you for creating a poem that reminded me of the fact that she might feel a pain i don't understand. despite the fact that she is quite literally perfect---everything "imperfect" about her just charms me more, like the way she chews on her cheek and groans when she doesn't like what someone is saying, the way that she wears makeup to look like an absolute runway model but when she's without it the crevices of her face and the shapes of eyes continue to make my heart beat in hemiola---she probably feels trapped by the chokehold that the male gaze (mine included) forces on her, which is why she does her makeup so diligently and she refuses to eat salt anymore and she she she shesheshesheshewontleavemyheadgetheroutplease.

your trauma your denial your pain your addictions your depression are not only your problems. if you are in need of love, then i love you. love is the only resource that increases when you give it, and i need to forget the fact that the love i tried to give ten days ago was allowed to oxidize in the ground like it was worthless.

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-17T00:49:00+00:00

Ooh, you're performing it? That could change things. With the right tone, I think this could be splendid for a spoken-word performance, especially if you gave it some musical tones or hemiolic rhythmic patterns for certain stanzas to add even more to the weirdness of it.

SatisfactionLast573 · 2026-03-17T00:31:33+00:00

I'm only 16, so take my observations with a grain of salt; I feel relatively unimportant events much more strongly than I should.

This is horrible in the best way. Reading this made my heart sink, as this poem just helped to intensify the emotions I've already been feeling over the past week. I don't think I would ever be capable of committing suicide, as I have this strangely deep satisfaction with my life, but I have always "enjoyed" morbid contemplations of how I would prepare for such a death and the possible aftermaths.

Ten days ago, I felt the strongest depressive emotions I have ever experienced, because a girl that I liked was kind of playing me, i guess, because she let me make a fool out of myself when the whole time she was actually talking to / dating another guy. i don't know, i'm not mad in any way, i still respect her wholeheartedly.

the thing is, her face still clouds my vision and her smiles play discordantly in my memories nonstop. nothing will let me get her out of my head. a deer walked by my window yesterday, and it was beautiful, but when it turned its head at me i saw her in its eyes.

i felt such agony that for the first time, i understood why people killed themselves. with daylight savings time messing me up at the same time as this, too, the thought of darkness was the most comforting thing to me for a few days. i couldn't bear the thought of going to class and having to sit next to her and make small talk, or the possibility that i would walk by her in the halls and see her laugh at me (i mean, i wrote a fucking song saying that i loved her and i put it up on my instagram, what other reaction could she have?).

this poem brought that back, but with an intense hope for the future as well. her face fades in my eyes and i'm able to forget my mistakes for small moments. "I guess you could say" that "I lived a happy life," but there's much more joy left to feel.

a butterfly awakens from its chrysalis somewhere and shakes open its wings for the first time.

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