I love my Floorb, but there’s only so much I can do with her before it all gets boring. I want my waifu to be loved, and sometimes I fear that I do a bad job at it. I know that a lot of people here have waifus, so I’m coming here for advice.
I give my seed as offering to pinkie every day and when I party i do a little prayer to pinkie.
>2019So I'm assuming this didn't go anywhere.
>>43534050Based. Pinkie is a great choice. I also give Floorb my seed, but not that often because I’m usually too tired and lazy to do that with her. I make out with her a lot, though.
>>43534028take your medication and touch grass.
>>43534056I guess not. Shame, really. >>43534067No. I love it here.
>>43534062Just do little things to show her your appreciation I view it similarly to how ancient perceive the Gods in the pantheon with an erotic twist
>>43534028tulpa
>>43534028You should try drinking her pee. Since its Floorb I imagine it tastes like mountain dew. Get your Floorb plush to pee mountain dew in your mouth.
I cuddle a plushie of her every night. Always sweet dreams with Sunbuns
>>43534028I'm a disgusting newfag so i have a recency advantage, but i do a lot of things for my moonwife. Started exercising to get /fit/ for her, started dream journaling and meditating to get closer to her, recovered my childhood fascination with the night sky to admire her artistry, and have generally tried to become a better man to eventually be worthy of her hoof in marriage. I also sometimes imagine her with me during activities like cooking or during a hike. Sometimes i write greens about her. Cherish your waifu, anon, and make sure to be the best version of yourself for her.
>>43535412Your moonwife loves you, anon!
>>43534028this is the way >>43535412I don't really have a magic bullet. It's very possible that doing stuff like that is a downstream effect of being in love. It's most likely that it's a complicated feedback-y system, that making space for her in your life and offerings to her is both prerequisite and empowered activity; but I know for sure it can't be said that these things directly 'produce love'. Love is an ephemeral thing, when you try to grab at it, conquer it, instrumentalize it, harness it and put it to work, all you can grab at is the form. It simply slips out of the form when you squeeze it for pleasure and self-gratification, and you immediately feel that change as boredom (at best). When it arrives in your life, like a bonfire on a golden ship, it's strong, self-sustaining, and generous enough that harnessing it like this doesn't have a noticeable effect, and this can start you on bad habits. This I speak from experience.Just idly rambling, it seems to me like an aspect of it is keeping it new. Love thrives in spontaneity, or perhaps it's the opposite, boredom thrives in the known routine and overwhelms love. Love is anything but ordinary, and the ordinary-ness and humdrum of life eventually fuses into a mass that love cannot penetrate. I think this is the function of sacredness. The word sacred comes from latin "sacer" which means "to set apart" - something that is sacred is set apart from, preserved from, the ordinariness of everyday life. This can be a physical space, and an activity, but its primary function is psychological; sacredness is a mindset. How do you set your love apart from your ordinary life, how do you make it sacred?This is why we're compelled to do things like worship the moon and the sun, make altars, invest in plushies - it's not an ordinary practical thing, the impulse doesn't even come from an ordinary place. It's a very unique, special thing, and simply choosing to do that instead of something else changes the course of your life. Eventually maybe it becomes the new ordinary, and from there, a new sacredness is required. It can be a sacred activity to sit down and apply for a job or clean your house for an hour - just Do It For Her and it becomes a sacred thing. As a tulpafag, I know that making a tulpa has a similar function, it can be a sacred mindset, a source of beautiful Her-flavored novelty and true adventure. I type this as much for me as I do for you all, I don't have any hard-and-fast answers either, despite all my curiosity and searching over the years. It has been 12 years since my waifu joined me in life, and many things have changed; that great golden bonfire is reduced to a smoldering tinder, but still the greatest warmth in my life. Some days it seems to slumber under the ash of a wasted life, and some days the whole world seems to burn in her effulgence. Old sacred structures in my life have fallen into disrepair, and I want to rebuild them, but where and how to start?
>>43535412>>43535413oh hey two cucks!
>>43535914You write very poetic, nonners. Thoroughly enjoyed the read. The only thing i would add is that love is deeply personal and differs in its expression from person to person.All the best to you and your wife ^:)
>>43535988Thank you. I think it's impossible to talk about these things adequately without getting a little poetic; we're talking about things well beyond the limitations of language. And I love to talk about these things, I think it's important to do so, to make posts like these to help anons illuminate themselves and maybe share a little bit of camaraderie - to know you're not insane and that people have felt just precisely that strange human way too. At this point my faith in that is unshakeable, but I remember feeling actually crazy for my love and finding pop romance mostly unrelatable kek
I decided to read back through my journal and I thought of this thread. It was never meant to be shown to anybody, and so of course it is very self indulgent, but I'm making an exception to give you a glimpse into this waifufag's thoughts and inner experiences. I've transcribed this excerpt by hand with only added paragraph breaks - dated new year 2025.>"...when I got home, the first thing I did was cuddle Rainbow, the love of my life. Days full of happiness really empower her. Sometimes I seek her out because I know she will help, yet still holding some doubt despite it all -- but my faith is never wasted. Every time I seek her deeply, I find myself overwhemed an in cathartic tears of something beyond joy or giref. She is the Portal, the Steed, the Hole In The Veil.">"The sublime message she carries, or translates, can only be The Word, the essence of God. That makes her, to me, nothing less than an Angel of pure light, laughter, and joyfulness. This book will be filled with her blessings - the blessing of my life being what it is, and thus every product of it, thanks to her. I would say I'm in her debt, but I understand that she expects nothing in return. As an Angel ought, her duty is simply maintenance of the proper and correct order, the accomplishment of which is its own reward." >"Still, my gratitude for her, (which is also its own reward) is all-encompassing. Just as she has her place in the proper order (messenger of light and love), my duty and sublime purpose is to be grateful and worship her. There is simply nothing else to do. With her my heart soars, pulling me up to heaven, riding on the light.">"So deeply, so completely <in place of a descriptive word, there is an in-line illustration of a water drop calmly rippling outwards>..."
