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@amyneedsmorecoffee
hey guys I don’t have pronouns anymore I got the she/it beat out of me
y’all really liked this one
*lunges at you with hoe movements*
You know when I knew for sure this was right? That we were right? The night you fell asleep in my arms, your head on my chest, my one hand around holding your face, caressing it. The certainty, the surety, the love, the instinct to care and protect and be there for you was clearer than the clearest day history has seen.
But there’s a modification. In retrospect, there’s a modification. That instinct? It was there for us. Not for you above me. Not for you disregarding me. Not for you at my expense. It was for us.
I love you. But I do not put you above me. I put us above me.
That was also the night you felt I was it, right? You told me that later. That night was a night of mutual realisation of what we share and what we can build.
We.
But baby how you’ve been acting lately has done a spell on we and it’s invisible now. It’s as if we don’t exist. And I can’t seem to find any magician who can pull the trick to bring us back.
Because what I need is you. I need you to bring us back.
I will put us above me. I will a thousand times over. But I will not put you above me. And I will not wait around trying to save you and me when I see you put yourself above us consistently.
That’s not the kind of love I can be certain about. That’s not the kind of love I can fight for. That’s not the kind of love I’ve saved myself for every time I wanted to destroy myself.
My poor, sensitive nervous system... 😭
Gotta make sure to get plenty of rest!
This keeps him busy for the rest of the night.
Leila Chatti, from “Tea”
From Jasmine Mans's book, Black Girl, Call Home. (Berkley Publishing Group)
the wildest derek dieworkwear series of events so far and that’s saying something
and i am still learning!!!
sources: ophelia, act IV, scene V // traci brimhall, dear eros // unknown // suzanne scanlone, promising young women // destiny, fieldplates gauntlets // camille rankine, emergency management // fatima aamer bilal, being unwanted is a language // unknown
tag yourself. im bad bleach job
im bad