ocean.

She/They.

[iris-breda]

It’s just them, a married triad and me, some weird fucking 4th wheel they somehow choose to live with. And I always feel like I emotionally overinvest in things and like I never get it right and I’m constantly failing and my mental illness is too much because it’s always ALWAYS too much and I’m just so constantly afraid and I don’t want to tell anyone and I wanna choke on my sad fucking feelings because saying them has exhausted everyone and it’s just easier to shut the fuck up and hope maybe it all works out but I can tell myself it’s gonna work out and be fine but that rug has been pulled out from under me enough times, I can’t let myself become unguarded like that. I can’t I can’t I CANT

[iris-breda]

Bitch, have some perspective.

They love you so much they are *afraid* they could lose you. You have a kid that looks for you every morning hoping to see you with breakfast. You were the first to meet that baby at 6-7 HOURS old, and she’s learning the sound of your voice and the feel of your face. You’ve been told you can leave whenever you’d like, but you don’t want to. If you have your way, you never will.

And maybe they hope you never will either.

You chose covenant with them.

They are yours. You are theirs.

[agrebel18]

i love you polyamorous relationships, open relationships, friends with benefits/friends that have sex with each other, queerplatonic relationships, friendships that have some weird queer element to it, relationship anarchy, staying single and i love anything that doesn't match what society considers "normal"

[florealegiardini]

Wisteria and spring flowers at Coton Manor 💜 ~ Ramona Jones

[mournfulroses]

Joseph Brodsky, from The Selected Poems of Joseph Brodsky; "The New Jules Verne,"

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[fleurdulys]

Playful Companions - Ludwig Vollmar

19th century

[daddyfuckedme]

[daddyfuckedme]

[butterflycharms]

[iris-breda]

She takes so many beautiful forms. 🖤🤍

[daddyfuckedme]

[lavendeuse]

La Pointe Courte (Agnès Varda, 1955)

[iris-breda]

I’m learning to sleep in the center of the bed.

It’s been a month since you left. I think since then, both of you opted to forget me. Which is just fine. I won’t forget you, because you two were total anomalies to everything I’ve known about people. Because you both had moments of being sweet. Because you both did what you did, when you did. Because you showed me as much cruelty as possible.

A month later I’m breathing just fine. Someone else calls your room home. I started to date again, which feels shaky but refreshing. I’m finding my way home to me, and loving myself and time with myself. And maybe for now, that’s all it is.

And that’s okay.

[iris-breda]

Let the universe bring. Trust the timing of the Universe, and trust in who is placed in it and who is not.

“We’ll go our own way.”

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting? ]

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