What kind of “I love you” are you?
when you say “i love you,” it carries the whole weight of your heart. it feels like closing your eyes and stepping off a cliff. maybe you’ve been planning to tell them for days now, or maybe it’s just slipped out without you realizing, either way, it was inevitable. it’s relief and dread all at once, it’s mortifying yet hopeful. the words hang heavy and suspended in the air, thick enough to choke on, a brief and perilous moment against the mortal pull of gravity.
what type of threatening are you?
you’re that UNSPOKEN kind of threatening, like no one knows how it got around but somehow everyone just knows not to cross you. It’s just an unspoken rule, and you don’t particularly threaten anyone, but just making eye contact with you when you’re pissed off is absolutely fucking terrifying.
when do you realize you love someone?
when you sleep on their shoulder
When you rest your head on their shoulder, when you bump your knees together sitting next to each other, and when they brush hands with you in passing. The little touches, they make up something whole. When you feel such a comforting presence you’ve subconsciously ignored, and realize one day how nice it would feel to share a bed together. When physical sensations in everyday life make you realize, “𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜.”
Are you a Soldier, a Poet, or a King?
“There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David’s boy” Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture? You don’t know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren’t, but, sometimes, it’s hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.
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