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@sillyamerican-sillyme
I come to you, dear journal, with an apology. I have mangled and cut into you mercilessly, have left you deprived of half your belongings. I have no longer added pages to your book; rather, I have torn them from you. And even in your poverty you have still that elusive and inexplicable way of retaining your power and your character. You are still alone and unsurpassed in that you are the most intimate, if not the most complete, of the reflections of my changing self.
August 31, 1923 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 2]
she's a 10 but she makes you horny during the most inappropriate times
she’s a 12
you said moon. in my eyes.
and shadows– freckles– stars–
you said we’re harmony. even when we fight.
but listen—
what if—
what if i don’t stay? not me. not like this.
what if it slips.
what if i slip.
because there hasn't been a day I haven't been convinced of my impending insanity
so will you– will you still–
if i break– if i go–
if i’m nothing but pieces,
noise,
not a girl, not myself–
would you still—
still hold me.
still see me.
still say mine.
because i’m afraid
and this is not a confession of past sins– of forgiveness–
this is a question– a plea–
will you still love my future? (please)
it's okay if your art isn't impressive to your friends, it's okay if you're not very good at any of your hobbies, it's okay if you don't share your life on social media. you don't have to be good and you don't have to prove anything. your life isn't a performance.
Benington Lordship Gardens
by régis dubus
To love you wholly—flesh and thought colliding—is my only truth.