I fucking miss you. Fucking shit.
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@tarzansjop
I fucking miss you. Fucking shit.
In these times, I seem to become a child again. I was recently reminded, had to be reminded, that people can die.
I didn’t think they would, I actually believed that they wouldn’t, because they just wouldn’t, and couldn’t, but then suddenly they’re dead, and us believing that they wouldn’t die changed nothing about it. It can happen.
You feel like a stranger, I want to scream.
I hate this, I want to scream.
I don’t deserve this, I want to scream.
You make me feel so bad about myself, I want to scream.
Okay, I say. I understand, I say.
Always and forever.
I was just looking through pictures and holy. I like the way you look at me.
People have always become important to me fast, but no one ever has as fast as you did..
I want my happy ending.
And I’ll be having it with you, செல்லம்.
I love you.
We’re okay. I promise.
I miss the almost non-verbal, gibberish speaking three year old with no inhibitory system whatsoever that comes out when you’re extremely tired.
those moments when you come to me showing me parts of you / that no one else gets to see vulnerable and open / insecure in search of love and support and embrace unsure but / hoping that you will find it here
they mean the world to me and even though you don’t mean it, might not even see it, as such they are the purest gift to me / my love the flower of trust.
l want to be that place that you can turn to blindly in these times. and then let me hold you answering intuitively / to your quest.
(Glee, season 2, episode 16)
>> What you are.
You‘re the moon,
the stars,
the sun
you’re the light in the sky
all day and night.
your the warmth of summer,
the wisdom of fall,
the peace of winter
and the stubbornness of spring
with that it brings new life
where there is nothing.
you’re the ocean,
scary and oh so deep
powerful and wild
You’re the forest and the mountains,
you’re how the wind blows through the trees.
you’re the sound of peace.
you’re the smell of fresh grass,
of candles burning in a dark room,
of mint tea,
of warmth, and love.
you’re everything.
and everywhere,
always.
You‘re
the whole world.
Hey you,
I love you. Be safe.
do you remember
realizing how physical sadness can get
how it wraps around your heart
your stomach
your lungs
and your throat
and you just feel like
you’re going to implode
and you beg it to stop
you just don’t wanna feel anything anymore.
remember that first summer?
when you would lay awake late in your tiny student room and talk through the whole night
not feeling a mundane thing like tiredness
just hanging on each other’s lips
you watch the sun go up and hear the birds start singing
And you just feel
wholesome.
>> that last salty kiss <<
that one kiss
she‘ll never forget
longing / hungry / loving / familiar
just like any other
only - she knew it would be the last one
desperate / painful
echoing in her heart
setting her insides on fire
tearing her apart
lips trembling / salty
their tears coming together
where it matters the most
an ocean of sadness
inside of her
never. forget.
Could be us, only we would sit in a trashier car.