#18.05.2025

[hosgeldinhuzun]

[magic-in-moxie]

What did you do today?

Because I sat on the floor in a car park and took pictures of birds.

Bonus, because birds are delightful and ridiculous;

The most baked-looking woodpigeon showing off his cleavage;

The same woodpigeon going full-on Naruto;

And whatever the fuck is happening here.

[rumograph]

what if the bodies stay nothing more?

[bekindtoyou4007]

Bullied myself into following through with plans. Totally shattered afterwards. Was good for nothing else but eating a quick pasta dinner I made and binging The Office. Well prepared for tomorrow. Managed not to drink too much either yesterday and zero today. I feel a bit weird today, not super heavy or anything just off like I'm faking it a lot? I don't know, maybe everyone feels like that.

[sissiphean-approach-to-life]

A stinging nettle named J

How does one avoid the stinging nettles of seeing someone they love in another’s arms?

It’s a deeply human ache, the longing for a unique bond, something sacred only the two of you share.

A gentle touch as you drift into sleep, a gaze held in silent comfort.

We hold tight to these moments, hoping they anchor us against the uncertainty that life brings.

But is it truly only the presence of these gestures that make a connection special? Or is it something far subtler, something that lives beyond these moments?

Perhaps there is a resonance with everyone with every interaction, like two waves gently merging and creating a melody, shared only by you two. Knowing this dulls the nettle, but yet sometimes it still stings.

The echoing voice asking if I will still have a space in your arms. If our gentle melody as dear to you as it is to me.

A feeling that must be expressed, as it is forever hungry. And yet it must be done with caution, without desire to control, formed as a question.

Asking for a gentle hug that silences the echoing voice.

[bekindtoyou4007]

I feel like I don't love him anymore and I don't know why. I don't think it has anything to do with his friend, not really. I know he has other friends and other people he is close with so why is it different now? Is it because we can't be sexually intimate right now? And who is refusing that, is it both of us in equal parts? Should I be being more game and faking it until it becomes real. Today I felt myself really flagging with friends, once on the way there due to major traffic disruption, thought of just driving home but quickly dismissed it. Because I'm afraid he will just tell people about that. I'm gossip fodder to him, is what it feels like. Then during the time there, some game with maps and special rules and I felt myself fading in and out. I hate that it was noticed and thought an unkind thought about the person- you don't work, so of course I'm more tired than you. Cruel and unnecessary. Of course nothing was said. Just thought, dismissed soon after, not immediately. But she is right, she is perceptive and I know this as a fact. Maybe that's why I fear her, she can see things. And she speaks them out loud, not bound by this regional awkwardness like the others. And she makes me think of my bio mother and her various problems. And she reminds me a bit of myself and my issues, that could be me who is dependant on welfare or otherwise jobs I hated. It all felt so possible, was so over whelmingly likely on the pure statistics of it all. I feel the need to play things up, be light hearted even when I feel heavy. It's all but encouraged explicitly - we know you don't feel like it but do it anyway.

[gutachter]

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