UNTETHERED
Inspired by a dream that took me on a flight through our Solar System â leaving me entirely unimpressed by its beauty.
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Noah Kahan

JVL

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The Stonewall Inn
Cosmic Funnies
almost home
YOU ARE THE REASON

bliss lane

titsay
will byers stan first human second
cherry valley forever
Monterey Bay Aquarium

PR's Tumblrdome
occasionally subtle

Product Placement

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The Bowery Presents

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UNTETHERED
Inspired by a dream that took me on a flight through our Solar System â leaving me entirely unimpressed by its beauty.
I want to think someone is hot
I spent 7 years thinking about what I did wrong, how I could have changed things. 7 years to blame myself. How long will it take to fully accept that it was not my fault?
I try to forgive
To let go
But you dont see how hard it is
Because I know you arent sorry
I know you have no remorse
Because I still have nightmares
Of the phone calls and messages
And interviewsÂ
And disappointment
That continue to this day
Therapy
it wasn't my fault
I've started working with my therapist to form a better self image. We started by reframing the self-blame that has been my go-to in every conflict for the last 20+ years. With less than 5 minutes left in the session, I finally realized that the actions of an ex-friend from high school were not my fault.
I just want to fall in love with my life
This is how my brain feels every day
God I just want to be so openly desired and attractive and lusted over
Realized today that one day- in the closer-than-I-want future, I will have to call my boss crying that I canât come in because my dog dies. đ
âAre we just friends if itâs your breath on my neck late at night or if itâs our laced fingers beneath your covers? How tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you arenât doing this for warmth? How many times does your thumb need to brush my lips before we realize that weâve gone too far?â
â tara love / this. this is too far.
Someone who would play crib with me while camping
Currently wondering if someone will ever tear up looking at my bones, dissecting my life through the unseen supports (as it happens in bones by dr temperance Brennan)
Will they notice the break in my middle finger from playing flag football in high school?
Will they see the joints that pop in and out, sometimes forced as a party trick, sometimes so excruciating and constant I canât sleep?
Will they see the break on my arm from when I was a little girl and fell off the playground?
Will they see the bones the creaked and cracked, and the little girl Attatched to them?
Or will they see cold, sterile. Would they see âjust another day in the officeâ?
When I am human no more, will I still be awarded my humanity?
Had a dram about my ex-
We ran into each other in a store, said an awkward hello, talked a little bit, agreed to hang out.
After a day of hanging out I cried because I wanted to badly to tell her I loved her but I knew I couldnât
I love the idea that broadway actors are just adult theatre nerds
Rating songs while st0ned
Feels like a bright, warm film montage of you and your lover prancing through hilly meadows and ending with you both in the grass staring at each other and smiling with how in love you are