Good Will Hunting (1997)

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Good Will Hunting (1997)
I'd love to drink your blood after you drink mine.
So we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit, but we love it too much
born to snuggle, forced to struggle
“You’re a nerd” I say as I look at you with heart eyes while you info dump to me
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Pain and Glory (2019)
3,499 visible thoughts in 16 months but only 6 of me.
One of my great flaws is obsession. The pain wrangles my flesh and spirit, causing an intense fixation until it self-annihilates. Nobody has ever been more delusional, preserving hope of a possibility somewhere, all those years. A small possibility that it was more than it was. It just seemed so did it not?
But it is not.
The struggle of acceptance- fighting off the chills and aches of lost hope; "We are on parade for daily battles."
On a bleak random day, the sun will rise and it will not hurt anymore. The memories may remain, but the pain will depart from my bones. Leaving me weary no longer.
The battered heart may finally heal. As it is must and is just, the natural order of things.
Gentle Loving.
I am learning to be gentle.
I am relinquishing my brittleness and abrasiveness.
They never served me.
I was never schooled in the ways of softness.
Nobody showed me how to hold my lover without crushing them.
How to caress their supple flesh without bruising it.
Nobody taught me to voice my sharp-edged feelings out in a bubble wrap.
To say "I am angry" or "I am hurt" or "I am scared" without summoning a lightening strike.
It is one of the hardest things I have to do.
But it is all that matters.
I'm so disgusted at how horny I've been lately. And the things I fantasize about??? Makes me fucking sick. My depravity knows no bounds. I need an intervention soon. I've been going from numbingly suicidal, to unbearably heartbroken to dangerously horny. Release me from this cycle.
The poetry of nudity.
Blood-infused sexuality.
The dance of death.
Life is so pointless right now. I'm not lost but I'm fading away. The insignificance of mortal existence has never felt more overpowering.
Maybe death is indeed a mercy and we have been deluded into being terrified of the very salvation we desire.
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