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slamming my fists on my knees while whispering goddammit repeatedly at 2:52 AM
Reading ttmd; ttms chapter 15 and I am BEGGING YOU MICHAEL ON MY HANDS AND KNEES TO PLEASE FORM A THOUGHT
i cannot overstate how hot direct communication is.
Just, going to someone "Hey, I want you to brainwash me until all I know is you, until there is nothing inside my mind except what you encourage, and then use me, please."
Do you feed me? Brush me? Soothe me? Am I safe?
I wonder, as I feel myself dissolve into sadness. I have to sit down, and I try to remind myself: talking is only one way of relating, and perhaps we rely too heavily on it, forgetting that we can also connect through gestures, sounds, glances. I think about the nonverbal and preverbal entities in our lives: animals, newborns. They don’t want our explanations of love; they want to see it in action. Do you feed me? Brush me? Soothe me? Am I safe?
— Tory Henwood Hoen, Before I Forget: A Novel (St. Martin's Press, December 2, 2025)
just got banned from a discord server for saying ' my wife ' about kakyoin . bffr