I just wanted to be treated tenderly and all I got was a scolding.
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I just wanted to be treated tenderly and all I got was a scolding.
Not the insensitive ones :(
I know that sometimes I act very immature but I try to be better every day.
Boy don't break my heart.
I need friends to converse
I have never felt so alone, thank you mom for never abandoning me.
Life is a mystery
I don’t know what can I do?
Hello again! I don’t know why you’re not there :/
Because your love makes me insecure
Lapland, Finland | davide.anzimanni
Reiner Braun | SnK The Final Season Ep. 76 "Judgement"
I am jealous of everything around you. I am jealous of my senses. The air is the colour of gardenias, your smell on my shoulders like laughter and triumphal arches. I am jealous of the peaceful daggers lying sheathed before you on the table, waiting for a sign from you to kill me. I am jealous of the vase, which has no need of its yellow roses because you give it the full benefit of your deep red lips, hungry for my hunger. I am jealous of the painting staring greedily at you: look longer at me, so I too can have my fill of lakes and cherry orchards. I am envious of the foliage on the rug, straining upwards to see an anklet descending on it from above, and of the anklet when it rests on your knee, making the marble in the room as hot as my fantasies. I am envious of the bookshop that is out of sorts because it doesn't carry an erotic book in praise of two small ivory hills, bared before it to a frenzy of guitars, then hidden by a wave of sighing silk. I am envious of my fingers catching the dialogue of darkness and light as it overflows from your hands, the movement of a spoon in your teacup, the salts stirred up in a body that yearns for a storm to spark the fire of song: gather me up, all of you, and hold me close so I can envy my memories of you in the future.
I envy my tongue, which calls your name with as much care as someone carrying four crystal glasses in one hand. I taste the letters of your name one by one, like lyrical fruits. I do not add water to them, so as to preserve the taste of peaches and the thirst of my senses. I envy my imagination embracing you, silencing you, kissing you, caressing you, holding you tight and letting you go, bringing you near and pushing you away, lifting you up and putting you down, making you submit and submitting to you, and doing all the things I never do.
Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Catherine Cobham, from A river dies of thirst: journals: “I am jealous of everything around you”
I want someone to feel this for me 😓
I'd be lying if I say it doesn't hurt.
Excuse me for thinking about "us"
I put all my faith in us but it wasn't enough
Who excuses himself, accuses himself.
Stendhal (1783-1842)