Sex with me also counts as trauma bonding.

Eight years on twitter and I’ve almost become dormant.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just that you’re just gone.

We all crave connection. To be seen. To be felt. Kindred minds. Loving hearts.

life didn’t go as planned so i stopped planning.

It all started when we hugged goodbye and I ever so slightly kissed her neck as we released.

We communicate with our hearts.

In dreams, I am wild and free.

sometimes acceptance is a long road

There are few like me who like to listen to the rain in the night, and watch the wind dancing with the trees, who find comfort in shadows and still dream.

i am thankful for friends who inspire me to think outside of myself

We dream to survive reality.

you won’t have to apologize for the intensity of your love or weirdness with the right people

I liked it better here with you.

Too many people I loved left, and then I got bored with the same thing day after day, year after year.

You found me but then you lost me.

I was never good at saying goodbyes.

I have more hope now than I have in a long time.

She was a whirlwind of colors and sound. She looked younger than her years and tempted my soul.

I think about her less and less now. The years make her look a little tired. But she’s still beautiful.