disturb me.
keep me updated.
show me your jealous side.
yap my ear off nonstop.
spam me with pictures and random texts.
tell me all about your day.
show me your outfit.
call me whenever you feel like it.
i genuinely love all of that.
nonsexual intimacy is such a lost art. the eye contact, the gentle touch, deep convo, holding hands, mutual support, hugging, non sexual massages, cooking a meal together, shared experiences, cuddles, curiosity, silence feels warm. i can go on an on about this
It feels absolutely amazing to cut contact with all the people who have done me wrong.
I built myself on my own enough to not need any one of these bastards and I feel like I have been born again.
Being attractive but neurodivergent is such a weird experience because people become fascinated with your appearance, then uncomfortable when they realize you require depth, honesty, reassurance,
reassurance, patience, and emotional intelligence.
There's nothing louder than the silence between two people who love each other but ended things because one of them didn't have the capacity to choose the other. So the other had to choose themselves, even though they didn't want to leave.
Me parece muy doloroso cuando inmediatamente después de una ruptura, ves a la otra parte avanzar como si nada hubiera pasado, mientras tú te estás quebrando por culpa de su ausencia.