I do not easily attach, because, when I do, it is with the tenacity of an octopus holding on for dear life; the only way to make me detach is by severing a part of me entirely. Regeneration is possible, but, unlike an octopus, it is a long and arduous process that always leaves scars. … Continue reading Handle With Care
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Holding Hands
ew, it's sweaty I guess it's kind of nice we're both like really clammy people whatever he likes it just go along with it oh my god how long can he want to do this for suck it up this is what having a boyfriend is like it's not terrible okay it's actually quite hot … Continue reading Holding Hands
Fear, Pt. 2
There are few men in the world I’ve ever felt truly comfortable in the presence of. There are few people in the world I’ve ever really loved. There are few times in my life I’ve ever really tried. Men, love, failure due to incompetency. There are only a few things I truly fear. One day … Continue reading Fear, Pt. 2
Missed Connections
“I wanted to know more about you,” if not in the moment, he’d at least have a way with words after the fact. “I wanted to know everything but instead couldn’t ask anything…” This was the fifth missed connections post he’d written in the last…three months? He hadn’t actually found the girls he was writing … Continue reading Missed Connections
Dream-Catcher
Soft touches and devilish grins, Baby, at night, everyone sins It's nothing serious, just a little fun You know I can keep a secret, I won't tell anyone I saw you in my dreams last night You told me I was just your type That's normal for best friends, right? Right? Fuck. You can never … Continue reading Dream-Catcher
Eye Contact
She woke up to the sound of her alarm and the feel of the brisk morning air on her face. Cuddled into her blankets, this was the moment she dreaded each morning, but she had no other choice but to get up - after all, today was a very important day. Lowering her warm feet … Continue reading Eye Contact
I’m Not Good At This
What is love? What is like? What is the difference between infatuation and enthralment and crying yourself to sleep at night?... I'm not good at this. I'm not good at a lot of things, but I'm especially not good at this. I could give you a list of all the things I'm not good at, … Continue reading I’m Not Good At This
5 Weeks (Out at Sea)
5 weeks. That's how long I guess it's been. And I was done before we could ever begin. Sleepless nights spent on conversations that turned out to be meaningless I don't understand. What happened? I thought you took me out to sea But you never thought we left the shore You never even wanted to … Continue reading 5 Weeks (Out at Sea)
Good @ Relationships, Bad @ Dating
As of writing this post, I am 23 years, 2 months, 3 days, and…about 7.5 hours old. I have only ever had one boyfriend, and I have never been on a date.
A Silent Plea
Tell me your dreams Tell me your stories Tell me your thoughts, all your allegories I want to know what it is that you like Tell me what keeps you up at night What songs make you feel alright, what songs make you come alight? Tell me your secrets, Of joy and of woe, Tell … Continue reading A Silent Plea
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