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i’ll be very honest, being loved by someone like me isn’t soft or beautiful or poetic the way people romanticize it. it’s dark. it’s obsessive. it’s a kind of hunger that doesn’t stop once it starts. and the worst part? when you live far from the person you love, the love doesn’t dissolve— it ferments. it festers. the poems stop sounding like love letters and start feeling like screams no one hears. it’s not yearning anymore, it’s erosion. a slow-burning cannibalism of your own self.

because what’s the point of loving someone you can’t touch? can’t reach? can’t whisper things to at 2 am when the world is too quiet and your brain won’t shut up? it just stays trapped. inside you. turns sour. turns sharp. turns cruel. and then it spreads. into your fists. into your teeth. into the corners of your smile. and you carry it around like a curse no one else can see.

it’s fucking miserable being loved by someone like me. because i don’t just love. i collapse. quietly. completely. endlessly.

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17 May, 1932 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

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May 12 to 13, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

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16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

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A tree doesn't compete with the trees around it, it just grows.

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— natalie wee, never been kissed (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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reblog and put in the tags the earliest songs you remember actively liking as a child (asking adults to play them for you, learning the lyrics, being excited when they came on the radio etc.)

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It’s time to decide if you want what’s familiar or what’s better.

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