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My love language is something between a whole lot of effort and just fuck off.
Where does the love go? I mean after all that time all this effort all these feelings... all this time. How could it all just poof disappear into thin air.....
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Moral conundrums... Can you be in a committed relationship, well a committed loving marriage and still have a soft spot for certain people from your past? Is this settling... cheating? Is this morally corrupt and do all people feel this way?
The truth isn't pretty.
It's heartbreaking how your heroes who you've idealized are your entire life fall short and become so small and miniature. It's soul crushing you hold them to a much higher standard, perhaps unrealistic but they disappoint and fuck up and do things that are unfathomable.
Is this a #NotAllMen thing? Do men really not compare? How can you sit here and convince me you don't compare your new car to your old car, your new house to your old house? How can you not reflect on how shitty your ex made you feel vs how your new girlfriend makes you feel so appreciated and seen?
Missing the old single days where I made myself miserable. Ownership is everything
I still think of you… I can’t let you go.
“Music is the strongest form of magic.”
— Marilyn Manson
I built you up, I carried your dead weight
What do you do when your body fails you? How am I supposed to think of work, of my boyfriend and I having a future when my body fails to do the simplest things.
There’s no world for me without you in it.
Worth every instant, every second and every ounce of waiting… and I would wait a hundred other lifetimes again for you.
Wrapped around your neck
To be Unequivocally loved by someone hits different. Everything about you changes. you carry yourself differently. You finally belong to someone and the sensation is intoxicating.
To be Unequivocally loved by someone hits different. Everything about you changes. you carry yourself differently. You finally belong to someone and the sensation is intoxicating.