[understands]

miss the old tumblr

[cyberxbattalion]

[geopsych]

Humid woodland, a stream and blue jay sounds

Late June, 2018

[unreadable]

[placeeee]

[my-lovely-dreams]

[sahlesummerhill]

[isl-equ-ay]

[placeeee]

[averte]

[placeeee]

[unamore]

x

[angel-elputo]

[remanence-of-love]

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[remanence-of-love]

[praying]

[meanwhilepoetry]

I hurt you and I hoped you would do hurtful things to me because I was so used to love being painful. You refused to do these things to me because you cared for me too much until finally you broke. Forgive me, my love. Pain was all I knew then, all I was comfortable with. There are so many times I looked at your kindness with suspicion, confused the melodies of your gentle words for future harm. I have known predators so long that I didn’t see an honest love for what it was. That it looked like this. That it looks like you.

- Nikita Gill, A Text I Never Sent