When you proposed you didn’t have a ring, and it was not pancakes, it was egg. It was not fairytale-like or slow paced romantic. It was late morning and you smelled like penicillin. Your hair was crazy curls and you hadn’t shaved for like a week. You blurted, “what if you changed your name into Mrs.C.” I was stunned, offended, my egg burnt. I said you can’t say things like that, smelling like that, looking like that. First take a shower, get a ring, and ask on bended knee. You said nonchalantly: my knees hurt.
there’s no point (anymore) chasing the closure you want . the closure you deserve is never going to happen. there will be no better endings, they just are.
i have too much to keep
too little to share
too vague to make clear
too soft for a love like yours
…because friendship and intimacy are subjective, and there isn’t a widely used scale researchers share to define those concepts across studies. Closeness can be particularly squishy.
today i mourn for the things i never get to explain, left unsaid, silenced under pressure. i wish i don’t remember them so vividly.
when i think about where i’m coming from i fall into a deep dark abyss with no end in sight.
i want to forget my life, the whole thing. i’m aware of the good times but how the brain works it’s all bad. i just want to forget them all. not starting anew no just a blackout yes that’s what i want. the blackout.
i love it when days go dark and rainy. it’s like somebody up there push a pause button and we’re allowed to mourn at once for whatever it was that we lost on our way to here.
i got a lot of issues with social media, but talking about it seems to be a futile attempt.
… the overwhelming majority disliked [“childless” and “childfree”], with one being seen as stigmatising and the other gleeful and nasty in its implication that parents somehow need “liberating”.
… that’s one reason why – when absolutely necessarily – “doesn’t have children” is the kindest, most neutral descriptor we can hope for. Though we can also hope to be moving away from one’s parenting status needing to be defined at all, especially for women, who still face this question far more frequently than men. Language matters, and as ever it often says more about us and our assumptions than we realise.
read more here.
i wish i were a goldfish. i forget things but not ones that destroy me.
you have no idea how much.
a flicker in your eyes that tells everyone in the room that i am more than just.
keep going when you’re on a high…