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nsfw-mami-deactivated20200725

What sexual fantasies do you have?

Being loved :(

depresseddisneyprincess

“I can’t bring myself to tell my friends how bad I really got.”

— (via 0nly-an-illusi0n)

alonesomes

“If the battle is over but everyone is dead, how do you know it’s over? Who decides? What came first, humans or despair? Did it crawl inside of us or did we crawl inside of it? It’s warm where the flesh, which is yours, meets the mistake, which is an open mouth on the bed in your dorm room, tongue like a serpent, like something lost and frantic. If you keep going, will it settle down? These are the hard questions. What do you call a punchline when there isn’t a joke for it? Why did the chicken cross the road and why didn’t you? How many licks does it take to get to the center of the loneliness? Yes, the tree still makes a sound, and yes, you will still want to disappear even if no one is around to snap you out of it. Listen to all the cars screeching to a halt outside of your window. Listen to the engines rumbling softly. Listen to how they are all saying “Get through this. Get through this.” When does being brave not look like being brave? When is the princess not a princess? When is the hero not a hero? Who cares. Save yourself. Fuck the story.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, Riddles (via alonesomes)

pixie-tot

why are non-millennials so personally offended by everything? like if i’m still wearing my jacket indoors, it’s because i’m cold, not because i disrespect your home/your classroom !! if somebody has got your order wrong, it’s because they’re very busy and simply made a mistake, not because they’re trying to jeopardise your meal !! if somebodies phone rings during a meeting/lecture, it’s because they accidentally forgot to put it on silent, not because they want to disrupt your speech !! just calm down, sharon, not everything is about you

thelittlemerms

my personal favorite is when you yawn and they’re like “am I boring you?”

like bitch i’m running on five hours of sleep and chronic anxiety

acutelesbian

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

fat-thin-skinny

this fucks me up every single time

acutelesbian

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.