blue spring
by Denny Bitte
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blue spring
by Denny Bitte
if only we were born ignorant instead of capable of a love strong enough to break us.
r.i.d (via inkskinned)
Max Fischer
by fursty
but in the center of our hearts we wanted something real. nothing can be perfect, we whispered, showering with our heads down to drown out the little things. he doesn’t love you like roses not like birdsong not like little gestures. he loves you like good enough, like his parents don’t mind you, like you’d be comfortable enough. like you don’t laugh as much as you pictured but it’s not like you don’t get along. like he’s a good person, like it would be scarier to be alone again, like you’d regret it if you left because you had it pretty good. what are the chances you’d find someone like that again.
so we kiss him in bed or on our knees and we close our eyes during sex. so we tell ourselves it’s okay enough for the moment. so we say that our dreams of something better are unfair, that we’ve got more than we deserve and better yet. so we love him and dream of her and we wake up and do it again.
we see movies where he loves her loudly, where he says the right things, where he makes it beautiful whenever he can. and we say to ourselves. it’s not real. it’s not real. it’s not real.
nothing is perfect.
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This is my brother’s eye. Everyone in my family has the same blue eyes, flecked with gold, because of a singular genetic mutation that occurred over 7,000 years ago. It’s one of the things that keeps me grounded. I am part of this Earth. We all are. Our DNA stretches back to the beginning of humanity and further still.