#unlove

[malavalencia]

Si cualquiera te puede tener, entonces ya no te quiero.

[mentesinrecuerdos]

[rotinmycore]

I want to be loved the way I love

But then I think of it on and on

And realize

Have I ever really known how to love?

Love is only doing what someone else wants

Love is being quiet.

Love is being over-aware.

Love is growing your sense of smell

And when the sour scent of anger is in the air

You bury yourself before they bury you.

I do things on my own

I tell them it’s because I like being alone

And I do

But then another part of me wonders

Do I only say that as a shield?

Do I say I like being on my own so they think this is a choice instead of something sad and lonely?

Am I sad and lonely?

I tell myself no

But is that shield still up

Even when I’m looking in the mirror?

I think the shield has become my skin

It’s not as easily ripped off

Unless I want to start digging

But I’m afraid of what will come up if I do.

The bones I’ve hidden

My feelings the bodies that rot inside me

They’re not at rest

They scream

Only for me to silence them.

Rip their vocal cords out

Tell them I’m too old for these games

When I’ve been too old since the day I turned fifteen

And they all moved on.

I look at people on the street and wonder if I can hold that kind of love

The kind that sparkles in their eyes

The kind that brightens the sky

But when I try it

Everything goes dark.

Black clouds roll in

Thunder in my heart

Lightning my rage that strikes the trees

And crashes down on my hollow house once lively

Now only haunting in death.

— Mother of Rot I call to you. Was I destined for this life, or was this something I brought on myself. Am I unlovable, are there spores in my touch? Is that why everything I’ve ever loved dies?

— please let me love you, and please, can you love me back if I ask?

[xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx]

Am I the only one who’s favorite character from yesterday was Rui B? I love her <3333

Look at herrrrrrrrr

[longhairedwumuti]

one final thing. the chairs and shadows were foreshadowing.

[biscuitwithaface]

The urge to just burst out laughing into millions of molecules for absolutely no reason and then happily disappear, is so real.

[adictiva-ternura]

Cortometraje Taras