this story's old but it goes on and on

It’s not fair what you did to me, why won’t you admit what you did to me

just for a moment, let’s be dead

It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.

🗣🗣🗣

And im still working to part my bills. This is a very fitting metaphor

it’s i want some affection o’clock

How we greet friends now

*seductively throws a molotov cocktail*