born to be eternally devoted, forced to be anxiously attached
You are valid (:
Eyes of the forest. Aspen trees
touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know
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Vent art
In another universe, I'm kind to everyone I know and myself. In another universe I am no longer frugal with love. In another universe when I pick up the phone, I answer it with "I love you" instead of "Y'ellow!"
In another universe I don't feel bad for asking for a hug. In another universe I don't infect everything around me with how awful I am. In another universe I reach out and hold your hand and you hold mine back.
wake up, rot in bed all day, fall asleep, repeat. such a miserable way to live, but i can’t do much else. i’m entirely useless.
18. Where I spew my thoughts out for strangers to see. Vent blog/rant blog/gush blog
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