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people are actually disabled butterflies
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*hits blunt*
people are actually disabled butterflies
Update
I just wanted to tell you guys that i’m doing really good lately. I guess I can say that I’m really happy right now, while 4 years ago I never would have believed anyone who told me I was gonna get better. I did. And I know you hate to hear this, but, you will too.
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Walls
A wall is a continious vertical structure, often built to enclosure things. People often live between four walls. These walls are there to comfort and protect against animals, or other people. People who are welcome, can get in trough a door. Because of these walls, we feel safe. Because no one can get to anything inside To anything that is important to you. Which is good.
I once felt so vulnerable, I thought I needed my own four walls. I started building walls around my heart - and, especially - my mind. My thought were kind of dark those days, and I didn’t want anyone to know. These walls made me feel safe. They protected my thought and feelings, so no one could touch those. It was good.
Houses are made to live in. So was mine. I started living in my own mind - but, my mind was dark, remember? I felt safe there, so I thought it was good.
While building my walls, I forgot one, very important thing. The door. I locked myself in - and also, locked everyone out. Usually, we are in control of who we let inside. Usually, we are in control of where we go. I was not. I could not, because I could not find the door. If we stay inside for too long, it’ll drive us crazy. It drove me crazy. Which was not good.
It took me a long time, because I had to break down my walls in order to get out. Because of that, I had to release all of my thoughts and had to expose my heart. And yes, some people made misusage of that. Fortunately, it did not stop me. I had to get out.
Right now, I have a door. It makes it possible for me to visit other places. It makes it possible for me, to let people in. People who I trust. I still have got some walls, because it is still important to protect yourself. To not let everyone get inside. But, I have a door. And I let people in.
The door also makes it possible for dark thoughts to leave. I don’t want them anymore. I kick them out. I’m in control again - and thats really, really good
when I was like 7 years old I had a ‘boyfriend’ and he once draw some different kind of pokemons on pieces of paper for me and sticked them together and on the last page of his little 'book’ he wrote: “all pokemons love you, and so do i" and i think thats the sweetest and cutest thing someone ever did to me
I've been out with my boyfriend 3 months now and we haven't seen each other in 3 weeks and I've been away with cadets for 1 of those weeks. I started to have 2nd thoughts about my boyfriend. I told him last night that he needs to talk more but I woke up this morning and I felt nothing towards him and I feel terrible because he's head over heals for me and I don't know what to say. What also doesn't help is that I'm off to Harrogate next month and don't know what to do can you help me??
I’m so sorry I didn’t respond to this earlier, I hope you didn’t send this too long ago.. But if you’re still struggling with this, communication is key. Communication is literally the most important thing in every relationship, friendship, or other bonds you can have with people. Just talk with him about how you’re feeling and that you want to find some solution for it, together with him. Also, what I have experienced in my relationship is that - whenever I dont see my boyfriend for longer than 2 weeks, I’ll overthink our relationship. It makes me doubt everything, but whenever I see him again after those 2 weeks it’s all completely fine and I cant even remember why I was doubting us, so maybe you’re just feeling this way because you haven’t seen him for so long..?
i’m back again..
But how lucky am I, having the right to hear you reading a poem out loud? A poem about something that's a big part of your life? How lucky am I to see your eyes twinkle when you're reading it, when at the same time, you're trying to control your voice because you're nervous. How lucky am I, knowing you for a while now, having the opportunity to talk to you every single day? It can't be just an accident that everything I do and everywhere I go, leads me towards you. So why am I still quiet? Why am I not taking this risk? It isn't even really a risk what I'd take and I cant use 'anxiety' as a fucking excuse so I wont I wont let this thing ruin anything that might possibly make me happy or feeling loved.
All I want is to taste your breath, I want to feel it, just a few inches away from my skin. I want to be so close to your face, that both of your eyes will look like one. I want to bury my head into your chest, I want to fall asleep with you, wrapped in your arms. Safe and calm. I want to know how your lips taste. I want to get to know every single little detail of you, I want to get to know your skin, the way it looks when its tanned, where I can find your scars, no matter what they are from. I want to know the way you wrap your arms around yourself when you’re cold, I want to know how you drink your coffee, if you even drink coffee. I want to know your opinion about everything, I want to get to know you so much better, because I want you, I want you, I want you. I want every single part of you. Everything.
And I just realized I dont even know you that good.
okay someone please tell me, i think i’m in love with my best friends’ ex boyfriend, their relationship wasn’t very serious and it only lasted for a week but i really dont know what to do. If she minds, she wont tell me, thats something i’m sure of, and i dont want to hurt her. So what should i do..?
do whatever the hell you want . it’s your life . if you want to date someone , fucking go for it . friends are only temporary .
mh i think you're right, thanks darling
okay someone please tell me, i think i'm in love with my best friends' ex boyfriend, their relationship wasn't very serious and it only lasted for a week but i really dont know what to do. If she minds, she wont tell me, thats something i'm sure of, and i dont want to hurt her. So what should i do..?
You told me i was your world but I saw galaxies in your eyes and whats a world to a universe?
remember when we said we wont ever do drugs?
All I want is to taste your breath, I want to feel it, just a few inches away from my skin. I want to be so close to your face, that both of your eyes will look like one. I want to bury my head into your chest, I want to fall asleep with you, wrapped in your arms. Safe and calm. I want to know how your lips taste. I want to get to know every single little detail of you, I want to get to know your skin, the way it looks when its tanned, where I can find your scars, no matter what they are from. I want to know the way you wrap your arms around yourself when you’re cold, I want to know how you drink your coffee, if you even drink coffee. I want to know your opinion about everything, I want to get to know you so much better, because I want you, I want you, I want you. I want every single part of you. Everything.
And I just realized I dont even know you that good.
when I was like 7 years old I had a ‘boyfriend’ and he once draw some different kind of pokemons on pieces of paper for me and sticked them together and on the last page of his little ‘book’ he wrote: “all pokemons love you, and so do i” and i think thats the sweetest and cutest thing someone ever did to me
When did breathing became this hard
I miss you. I reread our old conversations over and over again, and I shouldn’t, because it hurts, so so much. But sometimes, for just a fraction of a second, it makes me feel like you’re still here, with me.