— tangled in my pulse

me: relationships where "nobody understands me like you do" are often romanticized, understandably - most of us yearn for human connection, enjoy being loved and cared for, and want to be special and unique to the people we care about in a way that nobody else is, that is distinctly us and ours - but that's also the most horrifying thing about them. that someone understands you, genuinely and truly knows you as well as you know yourself, and you understand them. that level of intimacy is terrifying. you could use it offer each other things no one else can, but you could also use that knowledge to destroy each other, intentionally or otherwise, and until you start to communicate and establish boundaries that's a significant risk. because when someone knows you like that, you can't be anything but sincere and vulnerable with them, unable to hide anything, and you have to bear the weight of being able to see through them in return. truly knowing someone means accepting that there are parts of them you dislike and/or are just incompatible with and having to come to terms with that and decide if you can live with them anyway. and decide if you can trust someone else with those parts of you. and i would love to see more of that acknowledged.

“all my grief says the same thing:this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. and the world laughs. holds my hope by the throat. says:but this is how it is”

“all my grief says the same thing:this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. and the world laughs. holds my hope by the throat. says:but this is how it is”

Grief paralyzes. Motion continues; time departs. Something’s left with no means to retrieve it. A candle out in the down-clap of darkness. Then to wade and wade—

Tag the oc who copes with feeling sad by being really nice to everyone around them