You're Looking Snazzy As Always

you thought you'd seen the last of me

and you mostly have but this tumblr will be my secret hiding place

expect no updates except for at random times

i'm doing good, thriving even, older than i was when i was on this account regularly. it's like time capsule.

Wore it all through high school and most of college, even after I came out. The idea behind the phrase still seemed good and beneficial, something worth following bc it meant not meaninglessly rushing into the most intimate and intense parts of a relationship.

But as time went on, I lowkey started to see the ring as a curse, a ward repelling literally everyone I was ever interested in away from me, a standard too high to reach for a girl who’s not that worth it anyway.

Some years ago, I took that ring off and threw it in the back of my closet, but I sometimes think about it and wonder if it’s some prophetic word eternally branded on my being.

“True love waits”

I no longer have the intended ethic this phrase implies, yet it’s still this massive wall blocking me from a specific kind of fulfillment.

I feel like I’ve done enough waiting and had enough patience and it doesn’t matter. Any OGs still following me on here know I’ve had this same fundamental problem for over a decade.