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“La profundidad de una persona, lo que se esconde tras su silencio, lo que calla ese misterio, su oscuridad, eso me atrae.”

— Firthunands

taylorreneebradley

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Mutuo o nada

viinnttaaggee

lycanthology

i think one of the most important things you learn about making connections with others is that a significant portion of the time people just do not know theyre doing what theyre doing

lycanthology

sometimes someone is acting selfish because they just didnt think you had any interest in what theyre hogging. sometimes you dont get invited to the movies because your friend could have sworn that you said no. sometimes you think someone is mad at you because theyre bad at hiding how little sleep they got. we are all like little worlds that briefly crash into one another from time to time and we just arent physically capable of seeing the whole picture at once in those moments. and learning that really changed everything!

foxofninetales

In my head, I call this "vase of flowers" thinking.

See, when I started driving, I would get irritated by people who drove Soooo Slowly... like, the ones who slow down to 10 MPH to take a turn kind of slow. And then one day I was taking a vase of flowers to an event, and even though I'd strapped it in carefully you can bet I was taking the turns extra carefully to keep it from tipping over, slowing way down, and... oh.

And, like, there are definitely unpleasant people in the world. There are definitely people who are toxic, or just don't care about other people, or have a pattern of hurtful behavior. But there are a lot of people who are just trying to deliver a vase of flowers.

solxs

Yo sabía que de los dos yo te quería más, y es que muchas veces guarde silencio ante lo que me hacía infeliz, solo le conté a la almohada con mis lágrimas lo que me hacías sentir, ese sentimiento de que tal vez lo sexual o aliviar tus ratos de soledad era lo único que podías querer de mí, y si me preguntan por qué me quedé, no era tanto que pensara que podías cambiar por mí, simplemente, el amor que te tenía era más del que quisiera admitir. Sé que también fue culpa mía por quedarme, por aferrarme a la idea de lo que nunca fuiste. Así que me fui acostumbrando, al silencio que me arropaba cada día. Y aunque me cueste, estoy aprendiendo a soltar todo lo que me ata. A ver las cosas de otra manera. A aceptarme, con cada herida, con cada intento. Y, sobre todo, a recordar cuánto valgo.

•Sweetwish-kinky Ela / -chipnervous.