lust, love & high fashion

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i don’t think a lot of people realise how heartbreaking it is to be the heartbreaker. the last thing you want to do is hurt the person you care so deeply about, but when it’s not working there’s no other choice. you want to hug them, tell them it’s okay, and stay in contact - but you can’t because you’re hurting them. it fucking sucks

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.