this: my manic stream of consciousness, complete with pictures. in other words this is like a diary. except that now I'm a decade older than when I started this I will be posting weird stuff like plants and trees because this is the beauty I am surrounded with.
these emotions show me the glaring divide
the need for coregulation that exist for us both
(comfort the inner child)
I am available for your needs but not my own.
I can also see the discrepancy
We held up a mask for each other, to see.
I thought I could see through it
But I shared as much of this delusion
Shine a light on my heart, I see my self
The shadows, the longing, the prison of my judgemental hell
I allowed myself to get completely swept away
And I know you did too, and now we both feel betrayed
I tried to push you towards a future you were never ready for
We both weren't ready.
I should have seen the signs.
I deemed the world too scary, I closed off my mind
I came to be with you but could never find you
I gave you all the hope I had
Tried to rescue you but drowned myself
I wanted to share with you my world
But I first needed to do my self work
And I needed you to show me that.
I had to stop pretending this is real
This illusion cost me the perspective to rebuild
Can I trust in my discernment
When it causes this much confusion
I thought I could see all the signs but you
Chose so carefully
what I can and cannot see
I trusted in my heart but tripped up
I also chose not to see -
I couldn't hear reality
in the silence you had built to keep yourself safe
I never took the time to question anything - all the answers I just never received
I just kept running towards you - projecting my own needs
And somewhere in that, I left you behind
I just kept running - I will take the lead
But you had already turned inwards;
to hurt, to heal, to grieve
I came into your life like a whirlwind
You told me this is what you wanted but now I just don't know
You were not ready yet, to grow
I was too absorbed in my trauma to know
I gave up comfort and safety and took a leap of love
But I never quite made it to the other side
Misattunement, maladjustment - a yearn for your touch
A lack of boundaries creates unsafety, a lack of compromise
And it brought us to here
My inner child shaking with fear
An activated nervous system cannot unwind
I missed all the obvious signs
And so it broke me
Ever so slowly
You busied yourself on the ritual of letting go
We never had that conversation - how was I to know
That I had lost you before you were gone
Is it cathartic to accept I was wrong
I wanted this so viscerally for so long
It was too hard to admit I didn't belong (here)
As I process my attachments
I see this trauma as mine
I had hoped that you would
Reach out to me in time
But if there's anything I learnt from this
We can't rush the healing of our self
Some are frustratedly impatient
Some are not ready for help
With the repatterning of trauma comes a shift in perspective
I am ready to accept my mistakes
Rescuing others was never part of my journey
Somehow I was convinced that's what it takes
And over and over, I couldn't reach you
Instead of stepping back, I insistently pushed through
I tried to build us a life that we both never wanted
And somehow I thought all of this was for you.
Dolly Parton has mostly kept quiet about her obviously-leftish political views for decades so as to avoid alienating country audiences, which makes it all the funnier that her sister’s entire Twitter presence is just stuff like
i think it'd be really funny if the headless horseman was just a ghost who left his head at home one day and when everyone started making up stories about the terrifying decapitated rider they encountered on the road he was too embarrassed to say he actually forgot to put his head on that morning and just decided to roll with it
Politics is actually like…one of the top reasons to cut someone out of your life? Where the fuck did we get this idea it’s an invalid reason to abandon people? It’s literally your statement on how you think society should exist and what rights you think people should have and how. It ain’t fucking “My uncle Craig’s dead to me because he takes his sandwiches with the crust on” it’s “My uncle Craig has consistently stated a hatred of minorities and poor people for longer than I’ve been alive, of course I’m gonna call him a piece of shit”
ENFP: wanna see me wearing what I bought at the clothing store?
INTP: yes!
ENFP, wishing for a spicy convo: but I want you to... Elaborate your reply, if you know what I mean.
INTP: challenge accepted.
ENFP: *sends pic*
INTP: I am simply astounded, I would have never thought that such beauty and sensuality could be concentrated in one person and in one moment. Gorgeousness of that kind is only comparable to that of a deity and is, therefore, unattainable by mere mortals.
ENFP: that was, in fact, not what I meant. But it was better.
friendly fucking reminder that a curved sword has greater cutting power because the force of the swing is distributed across a smaller impact area. a straight sword is better for thrusting