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zzazu:

this photo makes me feel like someone traveled to an alternate dimension and brought back something that shouldnt exist

zzazu:

this photo makes me feel like someone traveled to an alternate dimension and brought back something that shouldnt exist

You get a strange feeling when you lose someone you were intimate with. Kind of like you never want to be touched again. Or avoiding letting anyone else put their hands where theirs used to be. It becomes a strange process, letting the relationship die over and over again until you can stop hating anything that comes into contact with you that isn’t them. You resent the shower because all the hot water makes you feel like your body was never theirs. You quit masturbating because their fingers were the last inside of you and you want to keep it that way. You want your insides to become a relic of all the ways they loved you. So it becomes a funny process, you have to bury them and dig them up for every new old thing that you do without them. You kiss another person and think it’s the worst kind of betrayal. You’re angry at your mouth for enjoying it, you’re angry at your mouth for wanting more, and you’re angry at yourself for forgetting what their lips tasted like. That’s how it happens, you barely notice at first. It starts with tiny little things, you forget how they looked in the morning, you forget how their own brand of stubble felt between your thighs, you move on and it’s terrifying and it’s glorious but more than that, it’s freeing. Because you thought you’d never have that again, you’d never want someone so much that it felt like drowning and gasping for air was the most wonderful thing you’d ever done.

So it’s okay, you can say ‘I am so scared that I will never love someone like I loved you’ when they leave, but it won’t be true. It won’t come close to true. Months from now you’ll be in a dark room with another person who turns your body into a lit match and there will be a litany of ‘fucks’ falling in procession from your mouth and they will be more a part of you than anyone has ever been and you’ll feel glorious and more than that, you’ll feel safe. And here is what you’re going to think: I had that moment with you and I am thankful for it. That is it.

d3featist:

premas:

whatisbestforgotten:

itsjustoutsidemywindow:

bigdaddypimpppppp:

impactings:

15 texts i never sent

This made me cry

the last one made me lose it. I have so many tears running down my face

Literally sobbing reading these

ive never had a picture make me cry before until now

This is so painfully true. The pain is unbearable. The feeling like a fist is tightening around your heart, the wrenching twists that your stomach makes, and the lump that forms in your throat every single time even a brief thought of them comes into your head. The temptation to talk to them and say these things at every moment of every day. The heightened desire to spill your heart out after a few drinks. The need to touch them and feel them with you is quite literally an aching hole engulfing you.