Inspiration dump.

Constantly obsessed with the concept of a man forced to be a myth. What do you do when every step you take is embedded into the text. Every word you say prose to read. You're part of something bigger than yourself. The narrative tugs you along like water currents. There is no time to rest, to be human. You must be great, you must be legend

okay but saying “i wish i had known you sooner” — like the love in my heart is growing so big and fast for you that i wish i had the opportunity to have you way earlier by my side, because i want to love you longer than i can do now. my love for you reaches my past and makes a place for you.

as much as I really like being taken care of by someone stronger, I also really like caring for someone else as an act of submission. Like the way a servant would patch the wounds of a knight, being as gentle as i can to not provoke their anger, doing my best to soothe them and make everything better. Getting to be someone’s experience of softness.

God was punishing him

nobody in the entire world has ever known what to do with me