I hate love.
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I hate love.
I "reminisce" about my shitty relationships on Tumblr too much, but I believe anti-HP people are gonna love this one, since my first ex was a big (crazy) HP fan.
Among the perversion and emotional abuse, the worst thing - that I can't really undo or get over with - is all the Harry Potter lore I learned from her (direct info-dumps and by proximity).
Like, I'm over breathplay and other ways that relationship badly fucked me up (aside from major trust issues), but I can't unlearn that in the Slavic school of magic they fly not on brooms, but tree trunks. Or all the magic spells and what they do.
I never asked for this. I haven't even watched these damn movies or read the books.
AND years later, I learned that the JK wrote the werewolf teacher like an allegory on gays and AIDS, which is fucked up, and it's, like, not the only fucked up piece of characterization in her writing.
JK is mental. Her fans are mental. Stay safe out there, people.
Being in a healthy relationship after escaping a toxic one is so refreshing..
Alguien así, ¿Es mucho pedir?
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Toxic Love
“Why did you let her wrap her hands around your arms? You hate it when I do that.”
She got no answer just crickets from him.
“Fine Don’t answer. You just love confusing me.”
“Fine. What do you want me to say? That I like making you jealous?” He screamed his eyes tearing up.
“You stopped kissing me in the morning. You stopped talking when you got home from work, or asking what I was doing, or if I wanted to eat my mom’s food from those Pyrex containers she sent because I was homesick.”
“You pushed me away first.”
“I’m not used to constant affection. I can only take so much attention before I feel drained... but that didn’t mean I didn't want your love.”
“Why couldn't you just say that with words? Why the side-eye, the pushing, the ignoring?” She retorted back.
“I don’t think our strings connect. There has to be someone better out there for me, I bet I have a better chemistry with the mailman..... at least he smiles at me in the morning” she said sadisticly trying to hurt his feelings.
She could see his hand twitch. " DO IT, I DARE YOU" the voice in her mind said.
