I never learnt to share

Mafalda. 20. Lisbon-London Graphic Design Student

[thatisanemergency]

3am thoughts

Just started crying. You’re deep sleeping next to me and I’m exhausted, even though I can’t fall asleep. I keep thinking why I feel you so far away from me lately. Is it my fault? You don’t like me anymore?

I miss the times where everything started. Smoking that cigarette on the balcony at this time, completely naked, just with a blanket around us. Talking about life, or just listening to the background sounds. Starting planing our first trip to Iceland. I miss the times you were stoping and listening to me. You wanted to listen to me.

I wish I could have the guts to tell you all of this. But I don’t. I am afraid of your reaction. I am afraid that you are so blind you can’t see I’m starting to get bored. I don’t want to get bored. It is the last thing I want from this thing between you and me.

[thatisanemergency]

I miss you so so much, never expected this could happen.

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[adapto]

Pass over the Atlas Mountains above the Dadès Gorges, Morocco

© Art Wolfe

[1995june]

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arcosanti by lillian wilkie.

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Eunice Atieno Onyango photographed by Yoo Young Kyu for Avenuel Magazine May 2017.

[drxgonfly]

Cascadia III (by Cody Cobb)

[thatisanemergency]

I feel so safe around you, I really needed this evening. I really needed to understand how much you like me and you care about me. I just couldn’t leave. I can’t leave you. I feel I need you all the time I need to listen to your heart beating next to my ear, I need to feel you, I need to feel your touch. I need you. I really do.

[thatisanemergency]

If you find this don’t read it, thanks

[pandancake]

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[lavendergin]

[saltywhisperss]

[thatisanemergency]

Sometimes I would like to write something that is for me, that the only person who understands is me.

Im scared of talking about you. Talking about you is a taboo that is in my head. I can only talk to myself about it. Is that healthy? No. I am still attached of a person I don’t want to have any relation with it. I just don’t feel anything about him anymore, and I feel so guilty. This situation is not fair for him.

I would love to tell you what I want, I want you. I would love for you to tell me that you want me as well. What is going to happen when I see you again? Are you going to tell me what you feel? Are you brave enough? Is this all from my head?

It’s funny, the tumblr generation is like this. We talk about things, inside the shell, waiting for someone to read it. But in the end, you know they will never find your safe place. This is my safe place. But I don’t think it’s safe anymore.

I wanna start a diary. In the notebook you gave me.

[thatisanemergency]

I am falling in love with an ideal person. How weird is that?