Mattias Adolfsson
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Mattias Adolfsson
(via Metal, meat and inky lines on Behance)
It's so difficult to comprehend that I'm hard to love, or maybe just completely unlovable. It's been months since you told me you loved me and I truly can't remember the last time you said it. Maybe I'm just being ungrateful. Everyday you make time to see me and stay the night with me and show me affection in your own reserved, stoic way. I guess it would just be nice to hear it every once in a while, not a handful of times since we've been together nearly a year now. Am I asking too much? I don't know, I guess. 12:50 AM. Sigh.
It's been a long time since I've really sat down and let what's weighing me down sink in so I can assess it and get rid of it. I've had this incessant feeling of confusion, curiosity, and an odd sense of "nowhere" that I feel isn't entirely tangible, and I don't know how to grasp these feelings therefore I don't know how to get rid of em. I'm sure I'm just experiencing some "oh god I'm about to be 20" early life crisis kind of thing, but I still feel as if I haven't found a place where I feel at home. I wonder if maybe being alone would be the best solace right now, but I'm also so terrified of the idea of solitude and feel as if tackling these emotions by myself would prove to be fruitless. I have someone who loves me and whom I love back though. That's good. He's good. The best good thing in my life right now and hopefully for a long time coming. Yada yada yada, train of thought trailing off. I hope I figure my shit out soon. 2:07AM.
I’d do anything to make you happy. I know you’re mine and I’m yours but it feels so incomplete. I don’t wanna just be your girl, I wanna be your lover. But, I’ll wait. I wonder if you miss me like I miss you.
How to make love stay: it may or may not, but hope for the best.
I miss you, baby bear.
It’s weird being 19 and still venting on here.
1. I feel so jaded looking at other people and how they don’t do shit with their lives, how they don’t mean shit to the rest of the world, and how they don’t feel shit doing the things that they do.
2. I hate playing this fucking waiting game. I just want to love and be loved and make you happy. I know I’m good enough, way more than just fucking good enough.
3. I’m growing up too fast. I’m turning 20 in 3 months and I can feel the fleeting sense of youth left in me fading away. My heart is growing cold.
I’m sorry if I was clingy, lover. If I made you anything less than happy, I would’ve done absolutely anything to make you smile again. I’m sorry if I was too much, or not enough.
I hope you know how happy you made me. You made me so incredibly happy and I hope I showed how much I appreciated you correctly.
I love you so much, and I promise I’ll be here when the summer ends.
Your girl always.
Please stay, A.
I love you more than anything, A. Today is 6 months and we’re letting things cool down, but I’ll be here when the summer ends. I love you so much, you treat me so well. And I’m still all yours, your girl only. You are such an incredible lover.
Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good
this post keeps me going
I hate how often I need constant reassurance and validation. I constantly crave your love, affection, and attention from you and only you and I hate how afraid I am of myself, and how I’m scared of not being good enough. I just hope that, in your eyes, I’m beautiful and worthy of being loved. And I really hope you stay.
Please stay.
who the fuck did this. who made this magic. how did someone make this rock look soft.
Giambologna (Flemish, 1529 – 1608)
she guessed my favorite color first try..
but between me and u……. i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow!! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid. so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything. i could probably live in it now.
I yearn to hear you call me pretty. I yearn for the words “I love you” to pass through your sweet lips. I yearn for your love and for your touch, and I hope you yearn for me like I yearn for you. I love you, A.