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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Not today Justin
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@unseenhaze
"you dodged a bullet"
It actually went through my heart
Really gross of me to desire attention, disgusting honestly.
I promise you things will get so much better when you start processing people’s behavior as information rather than a verdict on your self-worth. If someone doesn’t text back, suddenly pulls away, whatever it may be, the solution isn’t to put on a tap dance for them and try to regain their approval. It’s not to crash out on them and try to force them to react a certain way. It’s just to take a step back, take a deep breath, and assess what this tells you. What’s this saying about them? What’s this saying about you??
Working on being a better woman everyday for myself
A concept: eating fresh fruit on a balcony in Greece during the golden hour with little or no clothing on, hair tied in a bun, wine in my glass, the beach close by
tumblr is Iike the smoking area for social media
It’s April first, so technically, none of this counts.
That’s what I’m telling myself, at least.
So I can ask you things
I wouldn’t normally say out loud—
like whether you realize
what you’re doing,
or if it’s all just accidental.
Because it would be easier
if it were accidental.
Easier to pretend
you didn’t quietly find your way
into places I keep untouched,
didn’t slip past the version of me
that knows how to stay composed,
how to keep things at a distance.
But something about you—
the way you move through my thoughts,
the way you stay there—
feels a little too intentional
to be nothing.
Still, it’s fine.
It’s just a joke.
That’s the beauty of today, isn’t it?
So if I say
you’ve unsettled something in me,
if I say
you’ve made your way in deeper than you should have—
you don’t have to believe me.
I don’t have to believe me.
It’s April first.
And this is just a joke.
…unless it isn’t.