I want that "have you seen the way he looks at her" kind of love.

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I want that "have you seen the way he looks at her" kind of love.
Look at you, Wiping your own tears With the same hands That long to be held
Ayesha Zahra
Don't make the mistake of being so understanding and forgiving that you overlook the fact that you're being disrespected.
I am good. I am loved.
what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy
in the absence of you - a poem by proseinthegarden
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ADHD time blindness be like "oh, today is the 30th? that's fine, December is still next month, that's forever away!
...what do you mean tommorrow?"
happy 1 year anniversary to this post,
DECEMBER IS TOMMORROW.
AGAIN.
but i stay silly! *←said in the most world-weary voice you ever did hear*
“but I stay silly!”
Did u get my vibes man?
Andrea Gibson, Birthday
Yeah my name is Tim, short for OpTIMus Prime
[id: tags saying "wait wait i wanna know where they plan on using their full name, why'd you cut it off"]
answer: THEIR WEDDING.
I can't describe to you the emotion I would feel if I was hanging out with my friend Tim and he was like "hey we've been friends for a while now I want to show you something," and he hands me his driver's license, upon which I read "Optimus Prime Jones"
you want them to text back but that's anxious attachment isn't it. it's just that you can feel on the wind when you're not wanted anymore. when they've fallen out of love in any small part of their marrow. you have a hawk's eye for disharmony. you can tell when she has begun packing her things.
don't be annoying. you want to write: i have never experienced unconditional love as an explanation but isn't that pathetic. in adulthood all love is conditional and it should be. you've been to too much therapy. touch grass. how sappy can you be.
but they don't reach for your hand while they're driving. they forget to ask you how you're doing. the call times no longer read 12:34:19. they're 30 minutes and perfunctory before she says baby please, i'm tired. i need to go to sleep. where in her life do you fit. why is it that you never fit into anyone's life very long. oblong creature with so many needs, spilling up and out and over everything. it's a fucking shame the first time she said she loved you it was for your independence. and now look at you.
hollow pit in your stomach, body shaking. fuck, not again. you're not going to ruin another relationship like this, codependent and toxic, spiraling. and in the other half of your brain: if that's your wife, wouldn't she want to hear it? wouldn't it be fine? wouldn't she just comfort you and you can both move on and nobody dies?
but you're crowding her! read another instagram Positive Vibes Only type of post that talks about calming your heart and your brain and your body. try to sit in silence. the thing is that you do have a life outside of her, remember? go back to it.
great news, your parents fucked you up and now you have no idea how to deal with love. you just keep wanting to be chosen. to be real to someone, all the way through. real and kept. held closely. seen as precious to somebody. why even is that? didn't you always swear that people can and should complete themselves? why are you so constantly driven to beg for love, doglike and barking?
it's just the tiny things. it's just that you have to weigh every silence and sentence like bricks on an exposed belly. you have no idea how to shut it off. every alarm bell in your body saying: this isn't safe. start scrambling. she's already going.
SHREK (2001) dir. Andrew Adamson, Vicky Jenson
THE WIZARD OF OZ 1939 | dir. Victor Fleming