one of my favorite things about human physiology is the way our eyes change when we look at someone we love. our pupils dilate automatically like they do when it's dark outside and they're trying to let more light in. except now it's the light of your favorite person. the edges of our eyes soften a little and they sometimes even get watery which we also can't control. tears of joy. we tend to raise our eyebrows as if we're trying to make our eyes bigger. trying to get a better vision and seeing all the details. we tend to blink less than usual just to make the moment last a bit longer. even if it's just a second. or when you smile at someone with your entire face involved and your eyes just crinkle and create a sparkle in them. and it all happens so effortlessly and universally.
Ever had a conversation so good it made you question if the other person was real? Like they weren't even replying
-they were matching you. Word for word, thought for thought, weird for weird and you're sitting there thinking, "Damn... am I being understood right now?" It's terrifyingly rare and beautiful at the same time.
-they were matching you. Word for word, thought for thought, weird for weird and you're sitting there thinking, "Damn... am I being understood right now?" It's terrifyingly rare and beautiful at the same time.
They should invent a life that’s structured without being monotonous and challenging without being demanding and eventful without being stressful and peaceful without being boring
when I allow myself to act weird around you that’s like a cat showing you its belly
i think my heart was made
for slow things.
tea that takes time.
stories that don’t rush.
people who don’t ask
"why are you so quiet?"
as if quiet is a flaw
for slow things.
tea that takes time.
stories that don’t rush.
people who don’t ask
"why are you so quiet?"
as if quiet is a flaw
Literally just let people be wrong about you. It does not matter. It's not your job to make sure everyone's perceptions of you are accurate. Just be a good person and let them be wrong
Being avoidant feels safe right up until you realize you’ve built a life where nobody really knows you. You get good at exit strategies. You master the art of leaving before things get messy. You pretend it’s noble – “I don’t want to be a burden,” “I just need space,” “I’m protecting them.” But it’s not. It’s fear dressed up like logic. It’s self-preservation at the cost of connection.
And the worst part is, people still fall for you. They try. They lean in. They ask the right questions and hold the door open. And you give them crumbs, a wink, a story with the sharp edges sanded down. Just enough to keep them near, but never enough to let them in. Until one day they stop trying. And you pretend not to care, but you do. You fucking do.
So yeah, one day you wake up – usually not from sleep, but from another lost thing – and you realize the only way forward is to stop flinching every time someone gets close. To say the scary thing. To answer the text. To admit you missed them. To stay when you want to vanish. Not once, not twice. Constantly.
It’s not poetic. It’s humiliating. Like dragging your ribs open and hoping they don’t laugh. But it’s the only way. Otherwise you’re just a charming ghost haunting people who tried to love you.
And the worst part is, people still fall for you. They try. They lean in. They ask the right questions and hold the door open. And you give them crumbs, a wink, a story with the sharp edges sanded down. Just enough to keep them near, but never enough to let them in. Until one day they stop trying. And you pretend not to care, but you do. You fucking do.
So yeah, one day you wake up – usually not from sleep, but from another lost thing – and you realize the only way forward is to stop flinching every time someone gets close. To say the scary thing. To answer the text. To admit you missed them. To stay when you want to vanish. Not once, not twice. Constantly.
It’s not poetic. It’s humiliating. Like dragging your ribs open and hoping they don’t laugh. But it’s the only way. Otherwise you’re just a charming ghost haunting people who tried to love you.
‘no one is coming to save you’ okay fine I agree but can I even get a hug at least