May 20
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no one: me: did you know the bag chan carries in railway mv has 50 shades of grey handcuffs on them
Tone is just as important as volume. It can be the difference between agony and bliss.
Scelestic Reveries - Fragmented Thoughts.
I want you to tell me about your heart; how it stole the breath away from my lungs– how it weakened my knees.
And yet, it still warmed my veins coursing through my body.
We Slosh
We slosh and foment
In mockery of stagnant pools:
This, Demeter knows—her skin,
The all flowering cadence, expending
Her touch to thaw the Decembers’
Of our fate, recoiling in the moment,
The push, the pull:
The objects of what overthrows.
Night parodies convalescence:
Our fruits will reach for what
Disallows them — arm them well
And they will grow fat on the days
Which have bruised them into gold.
Solo quiero que me quieras tanto como puedas y tanto como merezco. 🥺
— Anónima13
Discomfort. Its a bitch. I can feel the resistance I, myself, am creating. I feel gross, I feel addicted to you with no right to be. And reaaally, no reason to tell you I have feelings- do I really even have feelings or are you a comfort in my my normal "comfortable discomfort"? With this, at least I know what to expect; you dont ask much of me (which I like most of the time) and I know not to expect a god damn thing from you. I also know that I would never be able to be with you, for many reasons. I wish I didnt have all the words I feel like I need to say to you. Or maybe just that I want to say to you. I am attracted to the fact that you dont want me- and if you did, Id be completely turned off.
Im tired of the normal "comfortable discomfort". I am craving the cold sting of feeling, self control, results, and strength. At least the new discomfort will be sharp and crisp. Rather than jagged, rough, cyclical feel of the "settled for" life that Ill have if I dont change some shit.
Drinking with Alan Watts
Truth is carved from
Stones of experience
Shaped into
The beautiful and
The impermanent
Draped in the folds
Of the Mysterious
19.
Fragments of thoughts escaping. Sorting them out. Am I portraying them how I truly would like for them to be? Figuring out this process Discovering Me Why is this so difficult?