I know that I’m delicate, and weak in moments, and I have my issues. But I am still capable of supporting you. I just wish you were capable of supporting me.
daphneroseblack
INHABITING MY POSE---
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
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How does someone whisper to you, during the most intensely close personal moments…”I love you, I’ve got you, I won’t hurt you”…only to let you go and treat you as nothing when they begin to feel anxious or uncomfortable, even if they know you need them most right then? Are they daring you to fuck up, to prove that you’re worthless?
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“I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’”
…. I notice that I have less to say, and feel less creative, during times when I’m happy or content. While I’d much rather be happy, I do miss the ability to express myself. Maybe I’m not comfortable being happy, as I haven’t experienced much of that…and given enough time, hopefully I’ll grow used to the feeling, and learn how to describe it. Right now it’s a welcome but foreign distraction, shadowed by the constant possibility that I’ll fuck everything up and return to more familiar emotional territory.
Kurt Vonnegut, “Knowing What’s Nice,” In These Times, 2003 (via imakethings)
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I’m a bitch and a fake and I hate myself. I can’t do anything of myself.
Graham Greene, The End of the Affair
