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◐ a dump of everything that is kindred to my messy heart
╰ by naki ⌇infj ⌇pisces moon
so i’m patient, you’re learning, pretend it’s not hurting / ‘cause they say it’s a virtue to not let good love slip away / so, i’m cool and forgiving, i’ll take what you’re giving / but nothing’s quite enough when i know that to get it i begged - olivia rodrigo | begged
i’ve always been the kind of person who loves with the intention to stay. i never liked the idea of being with different men, mainly because i do not trust men enough to trust that many. so when i had my first boyfriend, i was firm on staying with him through everything. i knew how important communication was, so i told him everything i could, just to make sure we understood each other.
but it’s hard to be with someone who never really sees you. someone who doesn’t read between the lines, who doesn’t try hard enough to understand what you actually need. it was exhausting to feel like i was constantly trying to be understood by someone who never really gets me.
i remember having to repeat myself over and over about how i wanted to experience things, because he would only do them at face value. he followed what i said, but never in a way that felt like he truly understood me or cared about how i experienced it. i never understood what was so hard about knowing what would make me happy, when i gave him access to me in every way. indeed, nothing’s quite enough when i know to get it i begged. because that’s exactly how i felt every time he tried to do things, things i had to ask for/tell him.
still, i stayed. for almost a year, i endured. i kept communicating even when he had no time for me, even when every conversation ended with me forgiving him because he would fall into self-pity and i didn’t want him to blame himself for everything. at one point, i even started to believe i was too demanding, that maybe i was asking for too much. that ruined me so much that until now
what made it harder was that he wasn’t a bad person. he wasn’t abusive, he wasn’t intentionally hurting me. and because of that, it felt like i didn’t have a “valid” reason to leave. i thought maybe i just needed to endure more, that leaving would mean i gave up too easily. that relationship made me feel ordinary in the worst way. and still, i stayed. because i believed he was the one i was meant to be with. because i thought no one else could treat me better. because i was scared i might end up with someone i’d actually regret being with.
but deep down, i knew something wasn’t right. i knew that love shouldn’t feel like something you have to beg for. i knew that being understood shouldn’t feel this difficult, especially when you’ve already given so much of yourself.
and i’m really glad i listened to that part of me. i’m glad i found the strength to walk away, even without a dramatic reason. because now i understand that i don’t have to shrink myself or settle just to make a relationship last.
confession
it’s 12am and here goes my confession, bare and honest. i fear romantic relationships. i don’t trust that i can keep one, not forever. it feels like holding something warm in my hands while already knowing it will slip through my fingers, like i am someone not made to carry a love that stays.
there are moments a love this deep scares me. moments i feel myself wanting to let go early, while i can still save myself, while i am still only floating and not yet drowning in the depth of it all. but God, how do you leave something so wonderful? how do you turn away from a warmth that feels like home, when you are already afraid of the cold it might leave behind?
i don’t understand it, why i am so afraid to trust a person, a man. why before anything even starts, i am already rehearsing my exit, already stepping back from something beautiful—like standing at the shore, watching the tide come in, and choosing to walk away before it ever reaches my feet.
because what if i break again? what if i cannot hold my own emotions, so fragile that when i shatter, i become something sharp, something that cuts even the ones who try to hold me gently? what if no one can truly be consistent, no one who can love me softly, passionately, and still remain steady like a quiet rhythm that never leaves? what if promises are just glass waiting to crack, and words are only echoes that never become real?
i want to believe. i know i should. but my mind keeps building walls faster than my heart can open doors. it refuses to loosen its grip, refuses to let me rest in something uncertain. and still, my heart moves like water—insisting—flowing toward love, toward being held, toward the quiet hope that maybe, this time, it will not disappear.
life is so hard when you’re a very lazy girl by nature but you also want to do a lot of things in your one wild and precious life
at hours like this | along lacson
and at hours like this,
the silence sits beside me.
not as an enemy—
i have learned how to live with empty rooms,
especially the ones i chose to enter.
but God, why shape my heart
to love this deeply?
why let me feel the warmth
of being loved in return,
only for it to fade with the light?
why teach a heart to hold so much
when the love it held
was only passing through—
something gentle,
something good,
but never mine to keep.
- naki
jeep to pedro gil from espana
and now i wonder—
is all the love i give
truly an act of love,
or is it something i do
in hopes of being loved
in return?
because i admit,
i only seem to feel loved
when i am of use.
but isn’t everything we do in life
just a way to be loved
a little more?
- naki
Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
– Jamie Oliveira | from "Erosion"
no connection without willingness to be seen. no connection without curiosity and understanding, without compassion and forgiveness. no connection without tolerance and inconvenience. no connection without the courage to divulge feelings, thoughts and needs. no connection without putting the health of the bond before pride or the comfort of hiding. no connection without embarassing yourself a little. without hard conversations, or the space and will to learn and grow. without accepting and loving imperfection
Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Staying Quiet"
'The combination of a lack of animal instincts and the presence of rational thought makes humans the freaks of the universe'
August 16 | 4:24 AM
Listening to: Life Goes On by The Sundays
Thought:
Hi, I'm writing this not as an out of the blue curiosity or concern, but as an overall concern of mine since last year, being in the age of information, social media, and tiktok (because i feel like it has now become its own entity, rather than being a part of the social media cluster).
I have been so lost in knowing myself, my interests, my taste, etc. And this is largely due to the fact that tiktok's influence has been continuously growing and homogenizing such a large portion of the community. I know this is normal— mainstream media— but, still, i cannot stop myself from worrying and overthinking how our society is becoming more and more soulless, with people being afraid to become their own selves and personalize their own lives. I, myself, am a victim of this. I should know, because I myself have been trying so hard to follow trends and become what people would define as 'cool'. But then, is there really a single definition of 'cool'? Are the ribbons in my hair, the sambas I wear, and the packaging I tear, the only way to tell people I am cool? And this goes for every subculture there is which existence has been rather ephemeral.
I shall continue this again, but for now, that's all I have in mind. Am still in the process of solving this crisis, and I sure hope I get through this. Because I really want my soul back.
"more than she was known for her accomplishments, she was known for the way she loved"
Morgan Harper Nichols
and what do we do with the piercing reality of aloneness
Tony Hoagland, Application for Release from the Dream: Poems