It's really inconvenient when my brain reminds itself of our misery.
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It's really inconvenient when my brain reminds itself of our misery.
Shane asked Ilya if he was heading back to Russia to make conversation but Ilya is just sitting there, smoking, thinking how much of his life has become too exhaustive for him, so he says “I should sleep” when Shane tries to ask more questions. Shane decides to retrieve his pants and his shame (the one he expects) says “see you” and Ilya stays in bed. Ilya just says “goodbye Hollander”. Shane realizes they didn’t even kiss and that was what he regretted. sex is intimate but kissing is so much more intimate. I live for the “it’s just sex” to “we didn’t even kiss”
it fucking snowed again
Im not complaining but snow days just aren't filled with whimsy as they once were
I just want to be loved.
I feel super numb, empty and disconnected
hi.
i write when i can’t speak.
poetry is how i untangle the noise in my head and turn it into something quieter.
sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it’s pretty—either way, it’s mine.
this is where i keep the thoughts that won’t let me go.
Life is just saying “one more day” over and over again till we die
an orchid was the last gift I was given by my mom. i keep buying them thinking about her. i miss my mom.