i, um, i have this problem. i broke up with my boyfriend, you see. and i’m pretty upset about it, so i wanted to talk to my best friend. ... the thing is, they’re both you.
i don’t want to lose you.” his voice almost a whisper. seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. she could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. “but you don’t want to keep me, either, do you?” to that, he had no response.
You are a drop of perfect in an imperfect world. And all I need is a taste.
It’s the worst feeling; telling someone I love you more and knowing that it’s probably true.
On the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl. She claimed it is what God resembled. But on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female, and this one she claimed looked like the devil.
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reblogged from imleavingyoumylegacy
I was anti-everything and everyone. I didn’t want people around me. This aversion was not some big crippling anxiety; merely a mature recognition of my own psychological vulnerability and my lack of suitability as a companion. Thoughts jostled for space in my crowded brain as I struggled to give them some order which might serve to motivate my listless life.
But this first clumsy attempt showed her that the imagination itself was a source of secrets: once she had begun a story, no one could be told. Pretending in words was too tentative, too vulnerable, too embarrassing to let anyone know. Even writing out the she saids, the and thens, made her wince, and she felt foolish, appearing to know about the emotions of an imaginary being. Self-exposure was inevitable the moment she described a character’s weakness; the reader was bound to speculate that she was describing herself. What other authority could she have?
I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking. And then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure, indigo, cerulean, cobalt, periwinkle. And suddenly, the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.
