I have a hole in my chest
The shape of you.
It's funny how heavy
Such an empty thing
Can feel.
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@ghostmuffingarden
I have a hole in my chest
The shape of you.
It's funny how heavy
Such an empty thing
Can feel.
I live across the country from my mom right now
Every few months she asks me
What do you want me to send you from the house?
Referring to stuff she kept of mine after I moved out a decade ago.
I tell her:
I don't know what is there. I haven't been there in a decade. Please just donate it.
And the cycle continues.
With her getting increasingly angry
That i don't know
What is in
Her
House
imagine how much more fucked up the history of the world would be if eating someone's brains reliably conferred on you their memory and knowledge
Wasn't there a zombie detective show about this?
Adam Sandler moment
big fan of being able to go back in a reblog chain and rb a version of a post without the additional comments you don't find funny. but it also feels like lowkey snubbing the person who put it on your dash. like sorry boss im trimming the fat here. your tastes are not quite good enough. die.
I don't think
I feel right
When I'm
With
You
:/
My relationship is a fucking joke
I am so fucking tired
Of dating people who
Won't look outside themselves
Enough to see
Their own reflection
You make a choice for me
I question it
We discuss it
Now you say I'm making you
Compromise yourself?
I wanted a say
I wanted a conversation
If you have to put
Your partner in box
To feel like your
"Authentic self"
Then maybe you
You'd be better off
With a mannequin
“slut era” i whisper to myself as i rot in my bed, sick like a frail victorian child
Working in a
Male-dominated
Work place, as a woman.
You find solirarity in other women.
So when they treat you like shit
It hurts
So much more
by nuqui_herping
We walk to the store
We giggle, we talk in made-up voices, we sing.
We separate briefly once inside
You're looking for something in the freezer section
A man bothers to me and I hurry back to your side.
We brush it off. We giggle some more.
We don't separate again.
Another man is in every section we go to.
The freezer. The fruit. The desserts. The snacks. The fruit again. The man is there.
A cashier stops the man. He leaves in the direction we came from.
We wait to walk home.
We talk. We don't giggle. We don't sing.
It's time to get home. We have frozen food.
We walk the long way.
We don't talk. We silently take turns checking behind us.
We make a wrong turn, we've done it before.
"Aw damn" I break the silence. We both pretend to laugh. We both pretend to not care that our walk will take a few minutes longer.
You need something from your car. We go together.
We are silent again.
We wonder if men have ever had to be as calculated as we are on a walk home from the store.
So we're in love
We're happy
We're doing well
I have found things
In this relationship
That I never believed were
Within my reach.
I am in love.
I am also scared.
There are so many parts of me
I must keep hidden.
You are not the one
To push my monsters
Under the bed.
You would welcome
Every piece of me
With open arms.
Yet I continue
To shove and shove
I add locks
To the chains
That hold me back.
I put masks over the
Glowing green eyes.
I put makeup on the
Ugly faces of my demons.
I dress them up
In jewels and lace
And pretty things.
So I can pretend
They are not
What they truly are.
So I can pretend
I am not
Who I truly am.
I want to mold myself
Into everything that
You deserve.
I see the sharpness in me
Left over from the
Wounds caused by others.
I try to chisel them away
To smooth out my edges
But I make it worse instead.
My chips turn into cracks.
My cracks shatter into shards.
And I sweep them away
Safe
Under the rug.
How long can I keep this up
Before the shards
Rip through
The safe
Soft
Fabric
Before my claws
Break through the chains
Before all of me
Crawls through?
shoutout to the hotties with chronic pain and fatigue 💖💞💝💘💕💗