You could stab me a thousand times and I'd still ask if you're okay, that's how messed up our relationship is.
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You could stab me a thousand times and I'd still ask if you're okay, that's how messed up our relationship is.
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the planks of thin, resilient wood were cool beneath my feet; chilled by the water that i knew was there but could not see. i knew it by memory, by the sound it made as it rattled the boat docked against the eastern side of the one man boardwalk and by the splash it made as it broke on the coarse, barren shore.
i stood still, solem and relaxed, breathing slowly, using all my lungs. i fixated on emptiness until i felt the wholeness of the night in my mind.
and then, with a single, graceful motion, i lifted my right foot marginally upwards and held it there, poised above the ground. with firmer decision than before, and with the great struggle of first attempts, i willed my left to follow suit.
a tenth of an inch above the tight-fit, wooden ground i stood. i could feel the hum of energy around me. but i did not breathe. i did not blink. i did not move. even my heart was still for an instant.
-the center of reality cut down to a single dimension, my point on the plane was all encompassing-
and then the moment collapsed and i returned to the surface of those solid wooden planks with a small fall that could be only felt and not heard.
it was, then, an autogenous experience; for myself only. i lived the moment a million times more in my mind that night. the next night it was gone.
I just dont see it getting better
I'm in
Thursday, February 25th, 2016
Third Libra Color: Purple
How can a man who wears suspenders be sketchy?
Guy walking with some people behind me
im really bad at texting on so many levels like im super fickle and forgetful so i read ppls texts and think of a respond & dont type/send or ill read it & if i can think of what to say back i just wont bc its too much effort. & if i think the convo is winding to an end i just like stop responding which for some ppl thats rude? like i need to say bye apparently but it just seems unnecessary. also if i do text u its really sporadic & ill like triple text u then not respond for a week..also my texts are just a stream of consciousness so my thoughts jump around & its super confusing but im just like “eh they’ll get the gist of it” which is so unhelpful. like i need to put in at least a tiny bit of effort into communicating w ppl.
Well today I'm going out for lunch with scorpio and Pisces.