Nobody can save you but yourself — and you’re worth saving. It’s a war not...– Charles Bukowski (via selfinspiration)
perhaps, I am too much. excessive. overwhelming. perhaps, I am not enough. evasive. quiet. withdrawn. perhaps, I think too much, care too much, feel too much. perhaps, I close myself off, disappear too much. perhaps I ricochet between the two. what was that quote by Plath? If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll...
I don’t know if I tell you enough, but I love how much you respect me. How we are equals, on a level ground. I love how if one of us stumbles, the other reaches out instinctually. I love how we are working through the things that are hard for us independently, but that we know we have each other to bounce ideas off of if need be. I love that you are supportive and kind and the way that smile...
I cut off the bracelet.
Set it free. I cannot carry it with me anymore. Cannot handle it. The world is drowning me right now in a gauntlet of tests—-most of which are fucking me emotionally—-and I just cannot stand another thing. I want to escape, but the beauty of it all is, there’s no escape. There’s no answer. There’s no easy button. So I left another show early. Who gives a fuck? So...
You know what's kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.