Details, part I; Claude Paradin: Devises Héroïques, 1551.

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Details, part I; Claude Paradin: Devises Héroïques, 1551.
tired.
I miss all our little things.
I just want to sit in front of him, with our legs wrapped around each other and just talk about things that matter and things that don’t matter.
I just want to lay on his chest and cry my face off as he talks to me and comforts me and tells me I’m going to be okay. He reminds me that I am good enough.
I just want to lay down facing him and give him small kisses everywhere and memorize his features and run my hands up and down his spine and the side of his body.
I just want what happens after that too…. where we have one kiss that has all the love either of us have for each other in it and it’s the most beautiful thing ever. And then each kiss is like taking a breath and the other is like air. And we hold on to each other so closely and tightly that we become one and it’s amazing and it’s love.
I miss making love to you. I miss being one with you. I miss talking to you. I miss watching shows with you. I miss our askreddit convos. I miss spending time with you and getting to know more and more about you. I miss learning about you everyday. I miss the toothpaste thing… and it’s been all of two weeks away from you and it’s driving me insane, I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself.
I havent even unpacked and I really don’t want to cuz it feels too permanent.
Fuck my life.
I wish he was here for me.
If you could get me out, over there, maybe we could talk. But to do that you’ve got to say my name three times. —Beetlejuice (1988) dir. Tim Burton
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I don't know if you can handle me. You knew what this was. I told you I have a lot of work to do on myself. I told you you need to be patient. I have so much going on. I cannot deal with all of it at once. I cannot balance everything at once. Everything is crumbling apart. The life I had here is gone and I am just sitting here trying to work it through. A person I love and hold so dear is hurting so much. I am hurting so much. I don't feel your support. I don't feel your love. I don't know what's going on. I don't need problem after problem layering on top of each other. Day in, day out I have certain obligations I am expected to fulfill so I do it. So things will be easier. Things are so hard now, I don't know if you get it. I don't even need you to empathize. I just need you to sympathize and understand. I'm in such a state of anxiety that everything will be overthought. I am constantly trying to figure things out. My life was not like yours. You may not see it like I do. But respect and understand I see it the way I do because of how I was raised. Because of the things I grew up on. Because of how I am as a person. I am trying my best to hold it together, but I feel like I am being torn apart.
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