Remembering And Things

A place to put the words/thoughts always running through ma head.

[stuckinlove]

What the fuck does I love you even mean? Like what are you really trying to communicate with that? “I love you… as long as you continue being some version of the current version of you that makes me feel great.” “I love you… definitely for now and maybe for longer, we’ll see.” “I love you… or at least most of you so if you could fix a b and c, well then I’d love you even more.” Fuck all that. I want to find someone that is just saying “I love you. I fucking love you and that’s all I have to say because I know you. I know you won’t always be this exact way, from day to day or year to year, but I can see into you’re being, I can see who you are at your core and I love that person. It doesn’t matter to me that they’re scared or angry or spiteful, or any number of bad things they can sometimes be. I look at that person and I see a reflection of myself. I see another soul in this world that wants to love and be loved, that deserves to be loved, and I love them. That’s it, that’s all I’ve got. I love you and I always will.”

That’s what I want. Why can’t I find it?

[stuckinlove]

Quick update. I found it and it’s better than we thought.

[stuckinlove]

Sunflower 🌻

All I need to drink is water and you

So like this flower am I

Breathe out everything for you

And inhale everything from you

Each stronger because of the exchange

And you the sun

Filling me with life

Upwards I stretch just to reach you

One day our roots shall entwine

And never again will we be two

[stuckinlove]

Psssssssst!! I will always love you. But I think I can love someone else too.

[stuckinlove]

Trauma #poetry #poetryofig #writersofig #poetryfortheheart #myoriginalpoetry #notesfromaniphone #sjbell

[stuckinlove]

You made me feel greater than any man for you are greater than any woman and you chose me.

[stuckinlove]

Walt Whitman is a genius.

[blossomfully]

“It’ll be weird seeing her again. It’ll be like revisiting a memory that you thought you’d forgotten. Her hair will be longer, or shorter, her hair will have changed; hair always does. Her eyes will be the same. Hearing her voice will be like going back to the place you used to live and noticing the new curtains. Being close to her will be strange. She’ll say something like, “you look well,” and you’ll reply with a, “thanks, you too.” And it’ll feel like death, like an iron fist around your heart. And then she’ll point to your shirt and say, “is that new?” and you won’t have the heart to say you bought it seven months ago after she left, so instead you say, “I haven’t worn it around you before.” When she emits a small laugh you’ll feel the tiniest ounce of pride. She still finds you funny. When she’s telling you about her new life you’ll find your mind wandering into places you didn’t think mattered anymore. Places like, was she in love now and was she being treated well? Places like, did she ever miss you, and in and amongst all of her living did she ever consider coming back?”

— Sue Zhao 

[stuckinlove]

Every time.

[adv3nturelust]

So what’s next? You heal. You grow. And you help others.

[stuckinlove]

I hate those days where I wake up with depressive anxiety heavy in my chest. It makes me want to hit things, throw them around, and cry all at the same time. Instead I end up lying in the dark for hours wishing i didn’t feel like this.

[stuckinlove]

Sometimes I just feel so fucking sad.

[healingsuggestions]

today be kind, the world needs more softness and more love.

[mindfulwrath]

honestly “i’ll do whatever you want” “then perish” is the single most powerful exchange possible in the english language and it’s from some bizarre “hewwo” obama rp

[fallingtowers]

And there was that other post where someone dreamt that Obama said “violence for violence is the rule of beasts” like what is it about Obama that makes people come up with such raw fucking dialogue for him

[twofingerswhiskey]

my mother had a dream where he lived in the forest and she had a cigarette with him and he said “to become god is the loneliest achievement of them all” and put it out and walked into the mist and i’ve never fucking forgotten that

[antiblackness-archive]

[antiblackness-archive]

[lotrlocked]

Reboot this post to be blessed with dream Obama’s wisdom

[stuckinlove]

Come to me Shaman Obama

[stuckinlove]

Sometimes I remember that some other humans find me attractive and it’s just like “oh, nice” lol

[fy-perspectives]

[stuckinlove]

How fucking strange

[stuckinlove]

I like having cheekbones and shit

[stuckinlove]

I’d rather be a cat

[justtryingtohidehere]

You were someone I thought would always be there for me. In a world full of unfamiliar souls, people who just can’t understand me, I thought I found someone who knows who I am. Someone who sees my lightness and my darkness, and accepted both while trying to feed one and help me defeat the other. Now I’m trapped in darkness and I just want to reach out to you because you could always find me before. But you’ve asked me not to. No more reaching for or relying on you. Just darkness. So bleak.