the redhead with an elastic heart
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First in a long while.
Hi you.
It’s been a long time since you’ve written anything here.
I want you to know that at this moment in time, you are in love with the same man and he loves you in return.
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“Do you love me and only me?”
“Yes”
A few months later.
“Do you love her?”
“I can’t say. It’s not black and white.”
And they diss us all the time with having “female logic”.
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“Well, I want to die.”
The Royal Tenenbaums (2001) dir. Wes Anderson
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It plays in your head, from time to time.
Often uninvited but like show reels, it just plays. On and on, like a black and white movie without sound.
I’m resigned to the fact that this will be life from now on. No escaping it, not even if I choose to leave.
What I hate most about it is the sadness it brings. Just out of nowhere your eyes get teary and you bite your lip to stop yourself from getting overwhelmed by the emotion.
You tend to think that if you had done this differently or that differently, things would’ve been different.
If only you were prettier with better skin, straighter teeth, smarter, you’d be indisposable. He wouldn’t think about anyone else but you.
That’s why you like seeing her bad angled photos. That sick ego of yours wants to be reminded that even with bad skin, you’re still prettier, or so you tell yourself.
At least your teeth are on its way to perfection.
If I doubt,
Say the magic words.
If I remember,
Tell me your apology.
If I rage,
Hold me tight, and calm me down.
If I cry,
Wipe away my tears.
If I leave,
Pull me back and remind me where home is.
If I am gone,
Remember me in your prayers.
I need you. I need you more right now.
I didn’t feel much when I read the note.
They left. Those cowardly men left.
I’ve seen this coming, I’ve prepared myself for this, even practised setting aside an amount of cash as if I’m paying this house rent.
I’ll be leading this house now.
Why does this keep me awake
Why won’t they just admit their fault
We tried talking we tried reasoning
They packed their things and left.
I’m somewhat… I don’t know how to describe.
I need to cry this out.
