29. Bi. She/Her. Too Many Fandoms but currently obsessing over Flemson. AND ARCANE. Never too old to start a new obsession. Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Brennik
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I held on as tightly as you held onto me…
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the curtains are just blue TO YOU. i get it though
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IMAGINE ME & YOU (2005) ⎮ THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR (2020)
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Okay but imagine you’re a tiny lizard living your humble & scaly life well hidden inside tomato leaves and then one day God starts leaving hills of brownies and avocado toasts three times the size of your head right by your front door.
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@the2headedcalf / On Love, Alain de Botton / @tilthat / Céline Sciamma / Twitter: Nightshiftmp3 / Twitter: Thepartypope / Portrait of a Lady on Fire / The Clean House, Sarah Ruhl / The History of the Band-Aid / weird-facts.org /
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unfortunatyely im displaying behaviours. and acting in ways
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i always feel completely normal and fine and on the verge of spontaneously combusting
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You asked me if there were any way this wouldn't end in heartbreak. The pessimist in me says no, because when has anything not ended up in heartbreak for me? Cringey, I know.
Realistically speaking, also no. The fact that I like you (i won't speak for you here) or the degree to which I like you has no bearing on the logistics of the situation. Love, or whatever the equivalent of that is when you've only barely gotten to know someone virtually, does not in fact conquer all.
But. Yes there is a but.
But.
There is a small voice in me, the voice that often lands me in trouble, the voice that gets louder when matters of the heart are involved. The voice that tells me to take the leap of faith while my brain tells me I'm afraid of heights - that voice says, why not. That voice asks me, how often is it that you like someone, how often is it that someone excites you, how often is it that you actually pluck up the courage to talk to them, how often that there is actual chemistry, how often that they might actually also like you back? (Again I won't speak to your feelings, this is just what that voice says...or hopes)
Picture this as a video. We start by looking over at the universe and with each of those questions above, we zoom in further and further down. Planets and continents and countries and cities to finally this town and then this room from where I sit and write to you.
The chances of us finding each other, at this time when the world has stopped, when noise pollution has gone down, when people can see the Himalayas again; a time when the Ozone layer, the thing that has been dying since I was 10, has started healing itself. All of the factors, universal and personal, that aligned for this to happen, the chances of that happening are 1 in 1000000 (I'm guessing, don't quote me on this.)
The chances of this ending up in some way where we both come out unscathed, hearts intact, are maybe just that rare too. The voice, that hopeless romantic, that wretched fool, argues, that if one of those things happened, why can't we bet on the other as well? (She doesn't really get how probability works, so you'll have to excuse her).
How I see this, having heard all the opinions weighed out is this. I don't need a friend, I've got plenty of those, and sometimes I don't know what to do with half of them. I don't need someone to chat with, that bores me. I've got a good support system, I don't need someone to complete me.
What I do need is someone to get to know and have them get to know me in a way that leaves us raw. I need someone to trust, I need someone I can love, who will at least try to love me back. I need someone whose words are enough to light my body on fire. I need someone I can share my life with, someone I can lie next to and tell them about my day and hear about theirs.
And maybe we don't come out of this together, maybe our hearts do get broken(chances are higher for me), but maybe, for me, you are worth that risk.
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DisasterGay
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The day I stop reblogging them, assume I've died
The Haunting of Bly Manor Season 1, Episode 6 (The Jolly Corner)
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“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”
— Unknown
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