Good within me

A space for all the literary stuff the little writer in my head conjures at 2ams and during cold bus rides.

[aubreyhepbum]

Does Lee and Adam Trask’s relationship qualify as a queerplatonic partnership why/why not please respond with at least 3 pieces of contextual evidence

[elainiisms]

[dilatedpupils95]

watched Severance and listened to Latin American rock songs for someone, but can't even string a full sentence for watching a single episode of Ted Lasso for me. gahd what a waste

[dilatedpupils95]

You didn't call.

Nor chat.

Nor send another reaction to my stories or posts.

Yet, you're the only one I want to talk to after my first day in Edinburgh.

Yet, I still see you everywhere, even in the most mundane of things. I even took photos of things you would've liked; of things you expressed interest of once, but my heart remembered forever.

Yet, I still imprint your memory gently wherever I go.

You didn't remember me.

Yet, you're the only one I still don't know how to forget and unlearn.

P.S. Posted these here because I know you would've adored them. But I couldn't send them to you anymore because we decided we're not talking anymore.

[dilatedpupils95]

I messaged you tonight because I missed talking to you so bad.

You replied after a minute.

And you didn't even remember my name.

What a bad, tragic joke of life.

[callunavulgaris]

Study of a snowy landscape at dusk.

[dilatedpupils95]

You were the warmest sun after a year of dark, cold, dry winter. Sadly, everything circled back and you left me how you found me--at winter. I miss you. Or I miss myself when I write to you and you write to me. Or probably I miss both you and my self when I talk to you. It breaks my heart when I think that the reason you probably slowly pulled away was because I was not your type when we exchanged socials. Tell me--is it my face? My can't-disregard eyeglasses? My thighs? My not-of-European descent skin? My thighs? God--I miss my old self when we talk, and I hate myself now for thinking all these bad things about myself just because I can't figure out why you left me dry. And yet amidst all these, I still read you astrology first and still check your MBTI in random tiktok posts. I still find you everywhere. I still give meaning to every little thing if it means being reminded of you.

[dilatedpupils95]

You didn't call.

Nor chat.

Nor send another reaction to my stories or posts.

Yet, you're the only one I want to talk to after my first day in Edinburgh.

Yet, I still see you everywhere, even in the most mundane of things. I even took photos of things you would've liked; of things you expressed interest of once, but my heart remembered forever.

Yet, I still imprint your memory gently wherever I go.

You didn't remember me.

Yet, you're the only one I still don't know how to forget and unlearn.

P.S. Posted these here because I know you would've adored them. But I couldn't send them to you anymore because we decided we're not talking anymore.

[cikebabbler]

i just found out ppl didn't like or didn't read the footnotes in babel bc they're "just additional information" and i just want to say rEAD THEM PLS BABEL IS MEANT TO READ LIKE A MEMOIR A NONFICTION HISTORICAL ACCOUNT THE FOOTNOTES AREN'T THERE JUST FOR STYLISTIC PURPOSES IT'S MEANT TO IMMERSE YOU INTO THE SPECULATIVE NATURE OF THE STORY LET YOURSELF BE IMMERSED THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T APPRECIATE THE BOOK YOU'RE NOT ENGAGING WITH IT IN THE WAY YOU'RE MEANT TO READ THE FOOTNOTES

[dilatedpupils95]

Are you fucking kidding me so youre telling me you dont know about Griffin and Sterling and Anthony and Evie

[metamorphesque]

— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[metamorphesque]

[ text ID: I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us. ]

[dilatedpupils95]

The moment that made me realize I stopped caring for you was when I no longer checked your astrology predictions for the week when I checked mine; or when I see these MBTI posts and I didn't swipe to see yours first before mine. You became just another sign or type to scroll past before I get to see Virgo or ISFJ.

[dilatedpupils95]

I'm depressed because:

one of my support system in work has resigned

work has been bleak for some years now and losing him really hits me hard, because work in itself is already difficult, but the thought of not seeing him again makes everything a lot harder

there's a possibility that we would never see each other again because we don't share the same networks and I have a policy of not following people at work in social media

I realized (a little too late) that I am in love with him

And just like that, I found myself in love, again, at 29

[dilatedpupils95]

Guess what: he's back in the office.

And here I was fully believing God was removing anyone who is not meant to stay in my life.

[dominicanangel-deactivated20250]

When someone you love offers a bid for connection, you say yes every time. When someone sends you an article, a video, a funny post, it’s a bid for connection. They are trying to connect with you. When someone shares details about their day, their life, their thoughts, or their feelings with you, that is a bid for connection. They want to connect with you on a deeper level. They are trying to pull you into their world. If you love them, you say yes every time. Yes, even if the article they send is not particularly interesting to you. Yes, even if it means listening to them ramble about a game you don’t care about and think is stupid. Yes yes yes. And let’s hope they always say yes to your bids, too.

[dilatedpupils95]

She said, "He and I had this connection you know--this intense, deep, and passionated connection that I didn't have with anyone. And now I am afraid I will not have that connection again."

To which he replied, "But you're underestimating the capacity of the world to give you things beyond your horizon if you see it like that. Because you will definitely meet new people with whom you will have a connection, too. Other people end up with people they have deep connections with--and that is their fate. And you have your own one made just for you. Only for you, alone. So in the future, maybe you will make connections that are not as passionate, or deep, or intense. But they are not less. They are not ever less. They may not be intense, but they are more meaningful. More important. Something that is always worth remembering. Something that sustains itself through loyalty and commitment, and not merely emotions. Something that makes you see that in consistency, there is also love and beauty. And that will be your fate. A connection that chooses you everyday not because it feels the need to, butbecause it decides to be so.

And tell me, in that conscious and determined dedication, isn't there magic, too?"

[coralsdemar]

i bet bunny loved hooters

[strawburu]

He would go every day .. 🫶

[dilatedpupils95]

And not pay for it

[dilatedpupils95]

Just realized that after all I really have a type. Lord, please have mercy on me and give me a Choi Taek im this lifetime 🥹

[remanence-of-love]

[dilatedpupils95]

Will be coming home from a 4-day vacation, arriving at around 6AM, and getting straight to drafting an email to brief my boss and rest of a team prior to a meeting they'll had with a client at around 3PM, because none of them ever had the inclination to study the matter well beforehand despite my leave notes.

This is a reminder to myself why I have to resign by April next year.

[dilatedpupils95]

And 2 years later I realized I've fallen in love with said boss. Fuck.

[dilatedpupils95]

Adulthood is just a day-to-day struggle of losing more and more people, losing more and more things, losing more and more places, losing more and more memories, and not having enought time to grieve over loss. And the only antidote is to make an active effort to meet new people, try new things, go to new places, and take new experiences. Otherwise, adulthood is just a never-ending story of loss and grief over the absence of love.