I absolutely do not feel sick to my stomach.
(if i speak it into existence it's true right? is that how that works? help. it's hard sometimes, knowing or figuring out how to say all the feelings without saying all the feelings, or without forcing the feelings on someone else. originally that's why i made this blog, so that i could feel things without em knowing. because i wasn't ready, and neither was she. and then she left. and it felt like this blog was a monument. just sort of a in memoriam. and then el came along, and part of me thought that this blog would stay secret even though i knew that she followed it. I knew that she'd be drawn to the content i made the description more vague but i also started tagging things to maybe clue her in because i am the biggest culprit i know of someone who wants to tell everyone everything but who is very conscious of how somethings will effect other people. and that's why i keep ranting in the tags because part of me thinks that maybe she won't click the button that lets her read all the tags and then I'll be safe but i'm not)
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Innerworkings of a Struggling Mind
RomantizmThis is sort of just a poetic rant story. Cover art from an unsourced We Heart It picture. If the cover art is yours and you would like me to remove it, just shoot me a message.
