There are two kinds of people, Those who make art for a living and those who need it for survival.
Afreen Razvi, My He-art
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There are two kinds of people, Those who make art for a living and those who need it for survival.
Afreen Razvi, My He-art
Imagine helping Thorin ward off unwanted advances by pretending to be a couple and doing all the cheesy stuff couples do and it makes Thorin realize how badly he wants to have that with you
*at the bar* You and Thorin: *Hand holding, kissing, sharing drinks, feeding each other, cuddling, stealing bites of each other’s food, rubbing patterns into each other’s skin, playing with each others hair, uses pet names, and flirting to keep unwanted advances from strangers at bay.*
*later that night in his empty bed* Thorin: *realizing he’s emotionally, intimately, and physically touch starved and wants nothing more then to find you, hold you, and never let you go*
Thorin: fuck.
I think I will forever love you. At least to some degree.
May Snow
Afraid of Happiness
Im afraid of what happiness might taste like.
I'm not one for giving myself good things.
Anybody I've been with, and those around me want what's best for me.
My head tells me no.
Happiness isn't for me.
We don't give me what I want, unless what I want is bad for me.
After a certain amount of time, my body repels the food I try to swallow
As if I'm allergic
As if it is bad for me.
But I eat more of it anyway.
Because junk food is all I've ever eaten.
It's what I've lived off my whole life.
Nobody knows how I'm not dead.
But death for me looks like sadness left behind.
I don't know who I am without sadness.
So, I don't give me what I want.
I don't eat healthy foods..
But that's also because I don't like the taste.
I don't know why I'm so afraid to leave sadness behind
What could be so bad about being happy and healthy?
Maybe happiness has never stayed for me.
And sadness is my only constant.
When happiness leaves, it hurts more than staying in sadness.
I'm afraid once I find myself, and begin to live
That life will take it away.
Because I was not made to hold happiness
I was made to taste it for a second
Then forced to let it go.
8-10-17 (Thursday)
I would rather have someone punch me over and over again than to be lied to repeatedly.
Wild winters, warm coffee, mom's gone, do you love me? Blazing summers, cold coffee, baby's gone, do you love me?