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2colde

they call me the endurer the way i endure and endure and endure and endure and well u get it

strokingout

hold on i have to do everything

velartis

Franz Kafka, 1912

fullmoonguidance

ok guys but imagine how hard it's gonna hit if something good ever happens again

kosmogrl

I hope this spring is kind to us, I hope we heal and bloom

ialwaysbelieve

I feel a sliver of sun on my skin and get the urge to tell anyone and everyone that I love them

nefeliatherverybest

"Since i met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all i ever dream of, the only thing."

-- Franz Kafka, The Castle

omtai

The lion lowkey concerns himself a little bit

tothechaos

we need to find the beating heart of The Job Market and we need to plunge a holy gleaming blade into it. its the only way to be free

bakwaaas

there is a lover girl inside me behind a thick wall of cynicism and trust issues

gardenofdelete998

can you tell i missed out on smth fundamental in my formative years 😏

lone-pine-poetry

sometimes i believe that love is coming for me eventually. that it's just waiting until i finish becoming myself. other times, i am certain i was made to be alone forever, that i will never witness the kind of love i have always ached for.

sometimes i think i am meant to bleed out in the snow. no warmth, no hands, no reason. just white silence and the body giving up. i tell myself i have to be okay with it either way. i try not to linger on what i can’t control.

so here i am, i guess. letting go. not abandoning the idea of love; just handing it back to the universe like something too heavy to keep holding. maybe i will be loved someday. maybe i will die alone. i think i have reached the point in my life where both feel survivable.

as if i am even ready for love at all. maybe the universe knows that. maybe that's why everything feels so still. i wouldn't know how to hold the very thing i ache for in my own shaking hands.

that's the devastating part: not that i don't have it, but that i might someday. that it could be real. because if it is, it only confirms the universe's cruelty: that i spent two decades consecrating my loneliness, making peace with the idea that i was meant to be alone forever, carrying the eternal wound of a mother and the voices that taught me this was my destiny. and it is only now (if ever) that i am deserving?

i don't know how to forgive the time it took to arrive here.

lone-pine-poetry, Blood-On-Snow (01.04.26)