We hid at the river house
And I counted my sins in tens
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We hid at the river house
And I counted my sins in tens
albert “kid” mertz (1905-1988)
Robert Stolorow, Heidegger and Post-Cartesian Psychoanalysis
Just fuck me up
Sneak peek of a bit of the first page of a new comic
The Princess Bride (1987), dir. Rob Reiner
Still just trying to figure out what was mine
I woke up reaching for something I had sworn off.
I’m seeing Pinegrove tomorrow
Everything else is worthless
Another year pushing through. It’s gotta get better soon
I haven’t had sleepless nights for so long. Waking up from emotional pain is something I thought I’d left behind. Pulling this person from my whole being is painful. I should have purged her last year, but here I am, learning the hard way. Greatest fears a reality. Straddling hate and gratitude for her true nature manifesting. Its a weird middle ground. But I have to burn it all down and start anew, without holding the grudge.
I doubled down
I got burnt
This is why you don’t gamble on love
On my way to a place far from my comfort zone but full full full of love. Iceland here I come to celebrate those that I love the most with those that I love most. #grateful
Dear world, it’s hard not to be in love with you.
Past wolves rapped at my door. I greeted her through the mail slot and offered to visit her in her wooded den. It’s not for me. Her past sins remain unforgotten, and I wasn’t equipped to host a party of replayed abusive memories.
Some days I wonder if I’ll wake up and realize it was all worth it. Some days, I wake up and wonder why I invite it all.
It’s weird. At first I felt welcome in my new home. Now I feel pretty damn unwelcome. First it was “well share the booze.” Now it’s “buy your own.” They asked for more alone time in the common room, or that I pay more rent. At some point you gotta look around and think “maybe I should just leave.”
Turned 31 at a bar by myself. It was glorious