Not romantic, not platonic but a secret third thing where we mix and dilute our souls together over and over again until they dont know where I begin and you end
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Not romantic, not platonic but a secret third thing where we mix and dilute our souls together over and over again until they dont know where I begin and you end
Everyday we're apart, my heart aches more
I know that separation is good for me, but it doesn't make it easier
I love you and I want us to be together forever.
Eric Fischl, Hysterics of Love, 1997
Do you still love me even though I am a leech?
I look at this thing in my hands. I think I made it. No one else could have. No one else did. I wish someone else made it. When crafted with my hands, it’s amateurish and flawed, yet I know not how to fix it. A scratch I can’t itch.
A nagging voice won’t go away. It’s terrible, it says. You should throw it away. It can’t be salvaged. You should be ashamed.
My throat tightens up. What worth do I have if I do not create? A brain brimming with thoughts paired with a hand unable to pen. A child has more coordination and skill. But what else do I have? I would be nothing without this.
I look at the thing in my hand in disgust. I didn’t throw it away, even though I wanted to.
I should be happier. I finally achieved my goal, my lifelong dream.
So why aren't I happy?
I miss you. There's a hole in my chest when you're not around. But I'll wait for you, for how ever long it takes to see you again
can we melt into eachother and dissolve bro
i want to be inconvenienced by you. i want to wait for you, i want to hold your things while you do something else, i want to make adjustments to my plans to make space for you.
someone at your side who takes up no space and has no needs of their own is not a person, but a shadow.
i don't want a shadow, i want you. i want my life to be altered by your presence in it. please, inconvenience me.
*hugs myself* thank you for trying every day
here's hoping people never stop asking
I am the best version of myself when I am with you.
Out of curiosity, you touch it. An uncomfortable softness washes over your hand as you press in. Overwhelming, inviting, threatening to never throw you back into the cold world. You don’t resist. You cannot resist. It accepts you.
two shattered souls
both have been through hell
in the mirror, they each see only something
broken beyond loving… something too scarred to be worthy
but, when they look at each other?
all they can see is something precious
a beauty, unmarred by the toil they’ve felt
a golden heart, pure and deserving of so much
more than this world that dragged them in and spat them out
still s h i n i n g
A strange fellow from Etsy, $17