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dni: bpd fetishists
and i know, people would tell me that i was not longing for them, but for the space they once occupied
February 7, 2026 at 2:51 PM
Love will not heal me, but it will hold my hand if I ever heal myself, and maybe teach me a joke that I can stay alive long enough to laugh at. I love you, enough to want to love myself too.
February 7, 2026 at 2:20 PM
i love you (i want save you). i love you (i know you can be saved).
February 7, 2026 at 1:51 PM
“i know. they never let you be famous and happy.” he lifted an eyebrow. “i’ll tell you a secret.” “tell me” i loved it when he was like this. “i’m going to be the first” he took my palm and held it to his. “swear it.” “why me?” “because you’re the reason. swear
February 7, 2026 at 1:21 PM
It took me by surprise
The hatred in his eyes
I’ve pushed this man as far as he could go
But he lacked the words to let me know
He acted out, now I can see it is my fault
February 7, 2026 at 12:51 PM
what worked for me was to maybe make myself laugh about my plight, and through the grace of the internet, make other people laugh
February 7, 2026 at 12:20 PM
this one moment when you know you're not a sad story. you are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. and you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world.
February 7, 2026 at 11:52 AM
maybe you should have been there to protect me
February 7, 2026 at 11:21 AM
go ahead and live with your head held high. no matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness, set your heart ablaze.
February 7, 2026 at 10:52 AM
and i know, people would tell me that i was not longing for them, but for the space they once occupied
February 7, 2026 at 10:20 AM
well i'd try to tell you jokes i'm afraid you'd cry and if you need a little sunshine you can borrow some of mine
February 7, 2026 at 9:51 AM
i cannot fill you. i am hollow too.
February 7, 2026 at 9:20 AM
Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction: now where am I, my fading supply?
February 7, 2026 at 8:51 AM
and this urge to run away from what i love is a sort of sadism i no longer pretend to understand
February 7, 2026 at 8:20 AM
you've been claiming you're honest and promising progress, well, where's it at?
February 7, 2026 at 7:52 AM
i hate that i wanted to give you the stars and the trees
February 7, 2026 at 7:21 AM
February 7, 2026 at 6:51 AM
he knew me by heart. it infuriated me that he knew me by heart.
February 7, 2026 at 6:21 AM
i feel ruined by my trauma. i wish i was good.
February 7, 2026 at 5:52 AM
the last look back, she noticed no one really noticed she was leaving
February 7, 2026 at 5:21 AM
all the places i want to run to have no room for me
February 7, 2026 at 4:51 AM
will you let me baby
lose on losing dogs
February 7, 2026 at 4:21 AM
I wish I had the guts to walk away and forget about what we had, but I can’t because I know you won’t come after me and that’s what hurts the most.
February 7, 2026 at 3:52 AM
i never said i'd be all right just thought i could hold myself together
February 7, 2026 at 3:21 AM
some people are both healers and harmers. they try to fix everyone they can, but in the end, they have no strength left to heal their own selves.
February 7, 2026 at 2:52 AM