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Weirder Gedankenstrom

[daasopossum]

Story of my life, aka “ach nee doch nicht, sorry”

[dappermouth]

ghost summers fade into night.

[daasopossum]

It is both a sad and a beautiful thing to be able to answer the question “why are you crying?” with “I can’t stop thinking of him” after you’ve just slept with someone who’s not him.

[dappermouth]

Winter is a lean white hound, who walks by night and makes no sound

[daasopossum]

Sticky heart, fickle mind, turns moving through life into an unwelcoming maze.

[daasopossum]

I dreamt of losing myself in people and of fucking a friend. Which was sexually pleasant but painful on an emotional level. Both of which triggered profound feelings of loneliness and kinda reflect my futile attempts to fill the gap by doing these exact things knowing they never work.

[daasopossum]

Paradise. I’m scared I’d meet you there.

[perrfectly]

[daasopossum]

Also I feel like I’m behind in life, like everyone’s got a perspective, a path and I just completely lost my way.

[daasopossum]

I feel so disoriented, so blind, like there’s fog all around me and I have no clue where I’m going but at the same time I feel like need to be going somewhere, urgently.

[daasopossum]

Love is like a fever. If you’re lucky, you both catch it. If you’re me it’s either me who’s got it or the person I’m with.

[darkloud-deactivated20220410]

[daasopossum]

So basically my biggest issue when it comes to socialising right now is that I consistently fail to make any deep, meaningful connections. Almost all my contacts are shallow, usually short lived and full of unreciprocated feelings.

And I still don’t quite understand what it is about me that makes me so unlovable and so irrelevant to everybody.

[daasopossum]

Normschöner Körper, plenty of sex, trotzdem unglücklich. Du lernst es auch nicht, huh?

[punk-]

[daasopossum]

life goals

[daasopossum]

Oh, hello, this is future me. Just wanted to say you achieved your goals. But at a cost that has the victory turn to ash in your hands. You’re in love with the next idiot now.

[daasopossum]

Birds don’t feel safe because they trust the tree branches they sit on. They feel safe because they trust their wings.