no one talks about how hard it is when your mood is constantly switching between "its okay, i don't care. i'm fine" and "i don't know how much more i can take"
a deep connection can’t be formed without emotional safety. without safety, there’s no trust. without trust, there’s no vulnerability. without vulnerability, there’s no intimacy + without intimacy, there’s no true connection.
i honestly don’t have faith in finding something super special with someone else because this generation is so far detached from their own emotions as well as others. and not all are detached because of being hurt, a lot of people have acted detached and nonchalant to seem cool. they’ve settled so far into fake emotions that they’ve made a problem for themselves and others while pretending so hard they became it. it’s not cool to act detached. it’s not cool to act nonchalant. that is how you miss some of your greatest connections. as someone who has actually been hurt before, this facade put on is dreadful.
Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet
E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962
idk i’m just a house cat don’t ask me
— Nikita Gill
— unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)