other people don't necessarily experience what we give them at the value we assign to giving it.
They have their own capacity, needs and ways of loving.
Sometimes they don't understand the rarity of something until it isn't theirs anymore.
@AnAureateAuthor Leave the kinda out of it. It's fucking eggshells. I even went to lengths of posting my stories in a pic. Much easier to replace. But dead as a doornail.
We've been a witness to the death of rp my darling. And it's a damn shame.
@AnAureateAuthor I know. It's like walking around in a zombie reality. You see the shells of people you called friends once, but they only look at the shiny thing on the wall.
We need more gazing in the abyss. Fuck it if we fall.
I want conversations that follow me home. Sentences I replay while brushing my teeth. Making me grab the sink when I think about it.
Pokes and ideas that make me text you hours later, because something finally clicked.
That's fucking foreplay.
@justsaying4the Ow I recall many. The blessings and curse of a photographic memory.
But I'm not sharing what's sacred to me. Because that's how it feels like to unravel by words alone.
@justsaying4the Some words don’t need to be repeated to stay with you.
They slip beneath the skin, settle somewhere quiet, and wait.
The ones worth remembering are rarely the loudest.