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Cloud Rat- Nest
Carry the fire.
I’ve always felt incomplete. Like a hole was gaping in my chest right through me, ever since god had walked away. And now so have I. There’s no replacement. No dedication or desire that is propitiatory of the sacrifice of one’s whole soul, heart, mind, and spirit. Not even the love of your life can possess the hands to receive such a gift. I’ve tried to fill this hole in my life with hate. Then love. Nothing has sufficed. But slowly I continue to make steps towards completeness. Happiness. Somehow I’ll find it. Not the faux or plagiarized but the cliche and common happiness if I can just learn to be content with what I can offer and what can be received. I just want to be shown gratitude. To be understood. What I have to offer is too much for anyone to take. It’s too much to reciprocate. Self-sacrifice is the heart of true love. In this selfish world of conciet, it’s just too much to ask for in return for your own suffering. Mother’s suffer to give birth to life. And life is pain. What good is all the pain in the world if there’s no one willing to share it with another? To share it with me? I don’t want to live a life without someone to share it with. I don’t want to live a life without you. Wherever you are. One day I will find you. And I’ll make certain all I have to offer is still in tact. I’ll carry the fire and I’ll keep it safe for you, forever.
I just want you to know you’re the reason why men become heartless ass holes. Its because of girls like you.
Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.
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| — | Jean Genet |
Neverlong
You think of yourself free and yet you’re in hell. Imprisoned by the cage that you’ve made for yourself.
“Can you make it sound like black flag please?” I fucking love Owen.
You know what you are to me,
Don’t make me say it over and over again.
It’s way too late or much too early.
You know how I get when I’m left alone to my vices
Like the grown ups did when I was a kid.
That’s it, I’m a bird in your hand.
So take me as I am.
You know what you are to me,
Don’t make me say it over and over again.
You’re left here a part of me
It stays late to clean up the mess.
When I’m sick of all my choices.
Like the grown ups I grew up with,
Angels and addicts.
When I put my arms around you, I mean it.
When I’m too drunk to stay up with you, I mean it.
When I slam doors when I’m pissed at you, I mean it.
When I put on a suit and say I do, I mean it.
You know what you are to me,
Don’t make me say it over and over again.
Over and over again.
Over and over again.
Over and over again.
If you think about it, it makes sense.
We’ve all seen a woman burst into tears one moment only to be totally fine 5 minutes later.
But when it comes to emotions, guys are a lot more “fragile.”
Gottman says it’s because of evolution.
Guys were evolved to be single taskers.
To push everything out of their mind
except the one thing they’re hunting.
And because of that we’re slower to
get into an emotional state and MUCH slower to get back out of it once we get there.
I like to think of it like swimming.
Getting “emotional” for women is a lot like jumping
off a dock into a lake.
You get wet, sure. But the dock is right there and just a few
seconds later you’re safe and dry…
But for guys, “getting emotional” is like getting dropped in the middle of the ocean …
Bobbing in the water.
Surrounded by sharks.
With land nowhere in site.
Every Time A Cat Washes Itself… by Jerrod Landon Porter
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