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On Friendship.
today i died at sea
i'm a romantic you see
Grief as an extension of love yea yea whatever okay but have you formed a religion out of it. What abour that huh
Grief as an extension of love yea yea whatever okay but have you formed a religion out of it. What abour that huh
But what if i got him out of the hellhole
They gotta invent a new kind of grieving that isnt just the eternal ourobourus
Lol guys what if i grieved forever
I miss him
Spent all of the joost klein conceet sovbing
I named myself icarus after meeting him and we initially started writing together with characters from my universe that centers ariund tragedy and grief; the characters i associate the most with him being my utmost comfort character whos entire essence of character is about never having a happy ending and destroying himself to be palattable and the other being a character so true to himself and so willing to love you in your entirety that even when he is cruel and evil and irreperably chabges you it is still loving you, and theres to much poetry in that. I need him to talk to me again so i can tell him about all the poetry in that. We ended a couple weeks after finally creating a story that had characters named after us start to find their own happier ending. I need to talk to him agaib so i can tell him that. Are you listenibg to me? Do you understand? Its his birthday today and he made my life poetry. I need him to text me again so we can overcome this theming of tragedy and make a happy ending. I am not Haris Varc. We are not incapable of that. I need to tell him about the poetry.
I miss you
What if he talked to me again
Grief is like what if he TALKED TO ME AGAAIN what if he TALKED TO ME AGAIN what if he TALKED TO ME AGAIN
Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.
The first day he was gone i filled almost an entire page with words in handwriting so small my hand kept cramping that sick bastard i love him so much he keeps me writing even in his absence. Text me again please i miss you.
I genuinely think getting shot wouldnt gurt this bad. Its just everywhere permeable in the air it hurts like breathing oh my god
He made my name fittingdo you know how disgusting thar is how fitting i want to eat him i wish he wastn gone i want to talk to gim gain but hes gone and they took him and im about to get parasocial with my own fucking grief wdym that istill spend every thought thinking about him wdym hes jgone wdym the person i would have spent my life with, as friends partners or otherwise can just be gone and it might be forver and i dont get any closure i just have to be in pain until the theoretical day i can talk to him again wdym it just has to hurt i hate this i want to talk to him again i wanr him to lugh on call again i want to write stories with him j want tohear about his pet lizard i want to buy him a miku game on steambut hes fucking Gone this isnt fair give him back if icaris is fitting, can god not be fitting to? What is this. It always hurtsyou would think id have a higher pain tolerance, diagnosis after diagnosis for trauma survival and i still have to experience the seven stages of grief for someone still alive i want him back and i want him safe its biblical this hurt and i have to go to the concert i bought us ticket for wo him and i have to look at my empty calender i have to FEEL his ABSENCE this isnt fair and i hate it i hate his fsmily and even more then that i hate grief. It hurts this hurts and i have to cest la vie and keep being alive the only way out is through is so bullshit. Could you not let me cut this pain out of me with a knife? Why did they make us victim to ourselves as much as others. I want him back i miss him. Its like you took away breathing but my lungs are still going.
i think queerplatonic relationship kinda got the same treatment as nonbinary where people assume its a special third relationship status directly between the romance and friendship binary. which it CAN be but its also an umbrella for "literally anything that isnt quite friends and isnt quite romance" you can be official queerplatonic partners or you can just be something unspoken and undefinable. you can be fuckin homestuck moirails for all i care. its all queerplatonic babey. thats the point.