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@vacant-house
Yea I want to rearrange your guts but first how was your day? Did you eat?
I want to be a safe place
For dark things to land
To rest
To let their souls relax
I want to be a safe place
For others to know
It's okay to be dark and twisted here
Because God knows how I've been before
I always found is silly
To clean the house before company
Aren't our family and friends
People we should trust
To accept the mess
The flaws
And all the rest
Instead of cleaning
In the hopes to impress
I think...
I know,
I'd much rather leave it a mess
In fact, I demand it
I demand that my life
Be a beacon to show
That messes are welcome
In fact, they're adored
Come over in sweatpants
Covered in stains
From the food you've eaten
For the past few days
Come over with hair greasy, unkempt
I will make you tea
We will laugh
And I'll share how I once
Went 11 days
Without washing my hair
We can look over your list
Of things, of to-do's
But only if you want to
And if not, well,
That's okay, too
Maybe tomorrow we will look again
Or maybe we won't
If it feels too heavy
We can scrap it and move on
We can discuss our struggles
Or debate which ice cream is best
As long as you feel safe here
You have a place to rest
That's what's important to me
Is that I'm a safe place for you
So be patient, there's no rush
Sip some tea,
Breathe
And together we will learn
What tomorrow brings
guy currently hurtling toward a migraine at a rate that would impress most astrophysicists: i wonder wgat is happening in my beautiful telephone
Submission that grows out of trust feels different. No fear dressed up as obedience. No pressure. No little games to make her easier to handle. Just time. Consistency. A voice that does not change when she becomes difficult to read. That is how it happens. She stops bracing. Stops watching for the damage. Starts leaning in because some part of her finally believes the control will not be used against her.
L. V., exhumed writings
Just one person and a quiet life
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You can’t reconcile with people who aren’t honest about how they mishandled you.