... look out for yourself
and err on the side of kindness rather than whatever she thinks
we're all quite flawed
through those glassy eyes, pretense of dancing hips
they wish there were something warm
think too long, think too much; the goodbyes might get too real
I don't like the music, so I'm leaving.
Side note: stand strong in your conviction as to who you are. An exercise in self-belief.
You're acting kike a worm again.
only seeks what it lacks
I'd much rather be an R than a T.
That warm spirit.
This woman did not say, “I feel so unhappy” in so many words, but something like a silent current of misery an inch wide flowed over the surface of her body. When I lay next to her my body was enveloped in her current, which mingled with my own harsher current of gloom like a “withered leaf settling to rest on the stones at the bottom of a pool.” I had freed myself from fear and uneasiness.
Osamu Dazai
Running away from loneliness but wanting it at the same time
Flow and surge
Come take me
Courage abound
Please shake me
I can be
You're becoming too obnoxious even by your own standards.
A little more humility may go a long way. Maybe that way you may not put a massive target on your one back.
By you I mean, me.
Shut your trap.
The thing with love is, it really needs to be dished up with a heaping spoonful of freedom. There needs to be space to breathe. Coercion will only end in abuse, in violence, leaving both in pieces. Love does not survive in airtight spaces.
A freedomless love is smothering, selfish and perhaps impossible to maintain.
(Perhaps there needs to be a cathartic letting go of something first or more empathy. Isn't the answer always, always, more empathy?)
(Also, love cannot live if there is only imitation. With imitation, there is limitation, stagnancy and boredom.)
I'm a survivor. I'm gonna make it.
Smotherer, don't pile on your airless love on me until you know how to properly give me freedom.
Bring it on March, I'm ready for you.
It haunts me.
I can do it if I can just rid myself of The Fear, but this giant thing just eats at me, gnaws at me. This thing so ingrained in me, I can't consciously separate it from my instincts. I can't seem to relax or let myself get past it. Can I do this?
On said, 'Looking forward to the day you can get past your fear.'
Can I do it?
This is what I hope to practice.