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@xelysiiann
WE ALWAYS BLOG THINGS WE CAN’T SAY
“what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck
my whole life is filled with lessons of detachment and individuality while being the most emotional obsessive person i know.
First base is me being cold. It’s the distance i create before anyone gets too close, the walls i build to protect myself from hurting again.
Second base is me telling you i’m going through stuff. It’s admitting im struggling instead of pretending that everything is fine.
Third base is me telling you about my family and my dad. it’s sharing the parts of my life that shaped me and the stories i don’t tell just anyone.
Fourth base is telling you about my struggles and letting you see how bad things actually got. It’s explaining the reasons behind my actions and why i am the way i am.
Fifth base is telling you everything. It’s trusting you with every secret, every fear, and every broken piece of me. It’s giving you the power to hurt me and hoping you’re not going to.
-No one has ever reached the third base. Most people only see the walls, never the person hiding behind them.
my whole life is filled with lessons of detachment and individuality while being the most emotional obsessive person i know.
Someone asked me why l always end up exhausted in relationships.
I said, because I don't know when to stop pouring into people. The colder they get, the softer I become. The less they try, the more I overcompensate. And somewhere in the middle of all that, I forget love isn't supposed to be begged for.
i bought two gold kiwis today, one for my mother and one for me. i don't know how to be around her without feeling guilty.
"i'm sorry for stealing your tweezers / being your daughter / crashing your car / piercing my face / not believing in god, but i peeled the skin off this kiwi for you." i wanted to talk about it, we didn't, we won't.
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go crazy about me that's my type
i bought two gold kiwis today, one for my mother and one for me. i don't know how to be around her without feeling guilty.
"i'm sorry for stealing your tweezers / being your daughter / crashing your car / piercing my face / not believing in god, but i peeled the skin off this kiwi for you." i wanted to talk about it, we didn't, we won't.
9 3,286
2 days ago
@academia-lucifer
sorry I can’t hang out tonight. yeah I’m busy freaking out over things that might not even happen. yeah it’s gonna take a while
as someone who would overshare out of excitement i am learning to talk less. talk less and just do
Someone asked me why l always end up exhausted in relationships.
I said, because I don't know when to stop pouring into people. The colder they get, the softer I become. The less they try, the more I overcompensate. And somewhere in the middle of all that, I forget love isn't supposed to be begged for.
my whole life is filled with lessons of detachment and individuality while being the most emotional obsessive person i know.
First base is me being cold. It’s the distance i create before anyone gets too close, the walls i build to protect myself from hurting again.
Second base is me telling you i’m going through stuff. It’s admitting im struggling instead of pretending that everything is fine.
Third base is me telling you about my family and my dad. it’s sharing the parts of my life that shaped me and the stories i don’t tell just anyone.
Fourth base is telling you about my struggles and letting you see how bad things actually got. It’s explaining the reasons behind my actions and why i am the way i am.
Fifth base is telling you everything. It’s trusting you with every secret, every fear, and every broken piece of me. It’s giving you the power to hurt me and hoping you’re not going to.
-No one has ever reached the third base. Most people only see the walls, never the person hiding behind them.
my whole life is filled with lessons of detachment and individuality while being the most emotional obsessive person i know.