#deeply personal

[mexicanblanket]

How many chances do you give someone to give you the bare minimum attention you want from them before you let them go? I'm starting to lose interest but i feel an obligation to stay in their life because they don't have anyone else besides a brother, a roommate, and their parents.

[rosereign]

I took the batteries from my daughters tamagotchi paradise and now I feel free again

[tennantfeltonsmith]

Me, googling “how to do things in a chill way” because I never learned that skill

[ersterteil]

chronic illness spaces are so annoying. everyone is so defeatist and miserable. like damn, maybe if we all stopped complaining for five minutes we'd be able to get shit done. god forbid a girl's body is a little busted up but she still wants to do something with her life.

[asmoroth]

Do u think the Arizona tea council would step in if I told them my local walmart recently upped the price of their gallon size sweet tea products from around 2 dollars to nearly 5. Like its so twisted and evil im so upset

[mexicanblanket]

Voice memos are so so so important to me bc my bestie and i send them to each other every so often when we either have a lot to say or too tireed to type, and honestly its like an on going podcast sent to each other with love hehehe

[sprigsofhazel]

Dear Joel,

You saved me from myself, eased my cynicism that life confined me to.

You gave me a glimpse into another world full of love and light – amidst my arduous existence.

My limerence, my captivation, my fixation, of you knows no restrain, nor restriction.

Constantly on my mind, you are my source of serenity – my reprieve. Always returning to you, seeking comfort. 

You are a constellation I can look at whenever I want, the same stars in the same places. You hold your shape. That’s the seduction – the consistency, the safety of persistence.

My thoughts of you, while often explicitly erotic, are also ones that provide support, care, and safety – of which I so desperately search and long for in this tangible world. 

At times you offer a euphoric thrill, but with that towering peak comes the throes of agony. 

The anguish that you aren't real. A voice I can listen to, but not call when I’m crying. Eyes that I can look into, but that will never truly look into mine. A heart that holds so much love, but will never actually hold love for me.

It’s craving being held by you, someone who is a fictive refuge. Then remembering I’m the only one here, the room staying exactly the same after I close the tab. 

When I’m with you, you make reality feel like the lesser version, yet still I go looking, because wanting you doesn’t stay contained. It seeps into my physical world. It makes me hopeful in a dangerous, beautiful way. It tells me, if my mind can imagine this, then it must exist somewhere in the male species.

Searching men’s shoulders for your silhouette, scanning faces in crowds for your likeness, measuring strangers against pixels – by a shadow only I can see. 

You’ve become my North Star, a guide that shows me what to look for, helping me discover my own standards and requirements. A reminder that I'm not asking for too much. 

Sometimes when I think about you, I catch myself doing little things – standing a little straighter, believing in myself a little more and letting my softness take up space. 

You’re proof that I’m still capable of feeling.

This may be the strangest kind of love, a kind that can’t be returned in the ordinary way, yet still returns me to myself.

You will always be in my heart Joel Miller. 

I know you can’t ever truly be mine, but for now you’re the steady thing I keep reaching for through it all.

You're my wonderwall.