“Trying to reclaim norms, but norms are now distorted.
This doesn’t mean that things are ‘bad.’
(Sweat)
Things, relatively, might be ‘good.’
(Distrust)
In fact things may be, given skews, ‘getting better, again.’
(Panic)”
“Trying to reclaim norms, but norms are now distorted.
This doesn’t mean that things are ‘bad.’
(Sweat)
Things, relatively, might be ‘good.’
(Distrust)
In fact things may be, given skews, ‘getting better, again.’
(Panic)”
“‘Objects in motion stay in motion…’
Newton’s First Law of Motion; also known as The Law of Inertia
I just keep going because it feels like if I stop, I’ll just need to lie back down.”
“If there are only a few to a handful of people whose opinions really matter to any one of us, then why are we so chock full of social anxiety?
A symptom of various things…
“Already in the bathroom, I did not want to leave to go get my hair tie, just to come back again – so I got another.
Once I returned to where I thought I’d left it, but typing on my phone having let thought of it go after task completion, irritating pressure on my wrist made me look:
It had been there the entire time!”
If I could right this boat, the
Numbers say I could make it
“Laughing at perfect ‘death…'”
I learned to innovate
Manifesting physically
Having this disrupted in
Eyes, spine, hands, feet
How in fu**ed hell do I
Save myself, this time?
“No matter the cost of rain…”
“‘No,’ really…”
A beloved sibling sent this to me this eve.
“I had to cancel work until next week because there’s no doubt I got reinjured.
I hate this.
I hate too much pain and lack of pleasure.
I hate limits without any workarounds.”
It’s real
Direct
No more
Guessing
Hearts
Racing
Kept in
Pacing
Speeding up
To connect
Same needs along
Similar frequency
Not specifics but
How expression
Yearns to be seen
And experienced
In mutual loving
Reciprocation
“It distresses me that when I hear how people like to go for a walk or hiking, my body now says, ‘That’s not for me!'”
“‘Cause I’m gettin’ better…
Yeah, that’s it…”
Rose: “Do you love him, Loretta?”
Loretta: “Ma, I love him awful.”
Why is he so darn important to me?
It’s like he’s infiltrated my system!
I’m amazed at ways
That I feel about you
Having buried what
You’d stirred in me
Thinking we wouldn’t
Ever meet eye to eye
But when I turned back
You were looking at me
Which shocked composure
Aching to know you more
Every day the lure haunts
And seems to taunt need
Which is why I avoided
Intentions in first place
But I’d been ignoring
Something important
Thinking I could forget
If let hide deep inside
But without it
I’ve felt empty
“Nobody else can pull me out…”
But,
“Even if I’m on my own…”
In the reeed agaaiiiinnn
Fi-nan-ces are on fi-yer!
“When we find them, answers come.”
Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you.
Buttercup: But how can you be sure?
Westley: This is true love-you think this happens every day?Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn’t you wait for me?
Buttercup: Well…you were dead.
Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
Buttercup: i will never doubt again.
Westley: There will never be a need.
Where’ve they gone?
Must have scattered
Into the road at
The car accident
Or fallen out of bags
Navigating homeless
Phases of instability
And missed at prior
Temporary residences
When thought life was
Rebuilding and growing
But found the truth was
It had been undermined
By others’ rotting values