“Nice Does Not Mean Good”

How the fuck do I talk to girls, how the fuck have I spent 34 years completely unsure of my sexuality until my heart started racing, like I've read about, like I never felt before. I froze, before, before I always thought be nice, it's what you do, you just do it. I have never once in my whole entire life crave it, need it, want it, but be so afraid of messing something up.

How the hell did I ever not know before what romantic love feels like.

On a side note, how long do you talk to your therapist before you start trusting them.

Perception hurts.

Goblin has new friend, friend talks too much. Goblin misses quiet mornings.

Honestly not sure what I want to do this blog. I was originally going to use it as a place to throw my dark thoughts into the void. But for me that's always been a call for attention, not a true way of expressing oneself. I like the idea of creating a goblin character, maybe the goblin can teach, There is so much potential in a new blog and I have no ideas

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BABY I LOVES YOU!!

tumblrs not a blogging or social media or whatever platform. its an aquarium.

Being brave is opening yourself to love even if it scares you, even if you are afraid nothing will come of it. The fear is spreading like ice through your veins, but you still breathe deep and let the emotions and variability out so they can understand and see you.