14 secret love languages the government doesn't want you to know about
i. do you ever think about the voyager records? these little things, floating through space, our message in a bottle from our island in the void? there's no guarantee that anyone will ever hear it, or that they'll even understand if they do, but have i ever told you what we said?
ii. Greetings to you, whoever you are. We are thinking about you all. How are all you people of other planets? Have you eaten yet? Welcome home.
iii. i brought you food. i would like you to eat. i made you food. i want you to live. i am sharing this food with you. i am sharing my life with you.
iv. the word for care in latin is the same as that for worry, anxiety. it is both an adjective and a noun.
v. i love you in checkboxes and data and organizations. i am compiling, i am sorting, i am putting my love into boxes and shapes and panels that make sense. this is what i understand, this is what i can do: i am building a shrine of spreadsheets and slides to you.
vi. maybe if we were somewhat less alike, this could work. maybe if i loved myself more, i would hate you less.
vii. VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE! BITING YOU AND KICKING YOU AND DRAGGING YOU DOWN! GET ON MY LEVEL, MOTHERFUCKER! GET DOWN HERE SO I CAN MAKE YOU FEEL WHAT I FEEL! I WILL DRAG YOU TO HELL SO I WILL NOT BE ALONE! RECIPROCATE ME IN PAIN! I WANT TO SEE YOUR BLOOD!
viii. it is one thing to talk with someone, quite another to be comfortable enough to sit in silence with them. just to exist in the same place and feel no pressure to speak, to know that your mutual presence is enough
ix. when i say you are mine i mean my hometown, less possession more belonging
x. the worst part about being awake is when nobody else is, when it's just you and the darkness and you feel like the only person on earth. the best thing about cities is the glowing squares outside your window, a thousand others unsleeping, their lights spelling out in morse code you are not alone
xi. i love you in the way the moon loves the earth: forever stuck in your orbit, knowing that touching you would mean obliteration
xii. i love you in the way the sun loves the earth: as easily as breathing, and with as little thought
xiii. i love you in the way the earth loves the stars: calling out endlessly to pinpricks of hope. please tell me aliens are real, and they can understand, and they love us too.
xiv. Please come here to visit when you have time. We wish that we will meet you someday. Please contact. We are thinking about you always. Please.
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