Maybe I love being unhappy and stuck. Because there’s a basis to work from, darkness to fill with light.
Some people thrive to look perfect and happy in every situation. It’s boring. What I’d love though, honey, is to see how you deal with loneliness, pain and discomfort.
“I fell in love with your mind. I love how it’s always doing jumping jacks and overheating, to make sure you don’t say nor do the wrong thing. You’re so caring. It’s overwhelming you, my love.”
You don’t pretend that we’ll see each other again nor do you dare make any light promises. Your raw honesty and indifference are somehow reassuring to me.
È stolto credere che le persone aspettino te, quando la vita continua mentre i tuoi pensieri stagnano su quell’immagine che hai di loro.
“discuss love languages early in a connection. lay foundation down for how you wish to be loved, but also set the energy for what you won’t allow. sometimes the sparks we set, turn into wildfires because we refused to pour water on what we knew wasn’t for us to begin with.”
— iambrillyant
I am not in love, I simply haven’t experienced being this affected by someone’s behaviour in a long time.
Hey. It’s happiness post #202. Good to see you.
I played persona
I had a milkshake
And I talked with my friends.