I'm not living, I'm just killing time.

the names Christian. what can I say about myself. I'm 31 years old, from south Texas. I love reading and watching movies and the occasional video game.

[libra-001011-deactivated2025101]

[sorrrowfull]

[playingaroun4-deactivated202601]

[bwaah]

beautiful combination of skedaddling and schmovement

[inkpressedpetals]

[isl-equ-ay]

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the epilogue

[danger-incorporat3d]

Lets make out, have sex, cuddle and have a deep talk. Then lets have sex again…

[verpasstzuleben]

[perfectfeelings]

“One of the hardest things in life is letting go of what you thought was real.”

— Unknown

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a novel titled "A Spy in the House of Love," published in 1954

[mournfulroses]

Gregory Orr, from Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence, originally published in 2001

[vile-lithium3]

[woundsoflove]

“I want you to tell me, you can’t stop thinking about me…”

[marblestaircases-deactivated202]

Somewhere in the multiverse

I wake up next to your warm body,

peaceful in sleep.

I get up and make tea,

putting together your lunch.

Somewhere in the multiverse

You kiss me goodbye

and rush out the door

But you can't bear to leave so you return

for more laughing kisses.

Somewhere in the multiverse

We would have found our way through.

We would have won the war

hand in hand.

Somewhere in the multiverse

There is a version of me

with joy in her heart.

She is secure, and the euphoria of love,

it makes her beautiful.

Somewhere in the multiverse

I grab you a plate

you save me a seat.

On Saturdays we clean our house together

singing as we do.

Somewhere in the multiverse

My heart is not tattered

My soul is not disconnected

My life is not forfeit.

In this universe, grief

I am stuck

Where the loss of you has been a persistent ache

that has lasted for 896 dreadful days.

Where the truth of your leaving has left me unmoored

from everyone.

Where I no longer feel like a part of the world.

-S. Burke

[silent-insanities]

I hope to find light at the end of this darkness.

[remanence-of-love]