It hurts with how much papa's improved and yet I can't feel any love for him and attachment is there but no love at all goodness I wish life was kinder to him I wish he wasn't so hurting so much all his childhood, I wish he knew better than to pass that hurt to me, I wish instead of me he was the change, but wishes aren't real, the hurt is, and our broken father-daughter relationship, I don't love him and he loves me, he doesn't respect me and I respect him(the improving him) and there is nothing we can do to save this. I really wish I could say I love you papa but I don't.
thinking about the time when my man actually compared us to nut-bolt combination and said "it can be used for several purposes but the best use of it can be only possible when it's of the right size,,,, you're my nut and I want this nut-bolt combination to get rusted because then no one can undo it and they have to destroy the combination in order to remove it, I know it's not romantic but that's how bonded I wanna be to you."
Every science student has a little bit of Victor Frankenstein energy where they want to play god; and every law student has a bit of Raskolnikov energy where they think they're smart enough to commit the perfect crime. Economics students are just straight up Lord Henry from the picture of Dorian Gray. Literature students are the ones writing this post.