I’ve been in therapy for nearly a year recovering from the deepest betrayals one could experience. People’s selfishness knows no bounds. A fleeting moment for one person, is a lifetime of healing for another. Hell genuinely isn’t hot enough.
never been one to care too much about time passing or being afraid to hit anybody up. worst thing that will happen is no response and guess what, life still goes on
i used to think that the most important form of intimacy was being always (magically!) deeply understood. now i think it’s the everyday, consistent, mutual effort to deepen conversation