FRANK O’HARA
“[JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE]”, Selected Poems by Frank O'Hara (1974);
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WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
lots and lots and lots and lots
Biggest lesson I’ve learned this year is that you can’t force someone to properly communicate with you and work things out. You can’t force someone to see your love is worth holding onto, eventually they will come to the realization themselves. If they want to run, let them run.
have you ever felt like you really want to talk about your feelings but at the same time it’s like “nah no thank you, i’m okay”
“I've learned to love abuse.”
— Show Me What I'm Looking For, Carolina Liar
no i will never actually talk about my feelings like a normal person, i have tried that and no it didn’t work out so i will just act like everything’s fine until i explode and make some vent post on the internet because i am incapable of taking up emotional real estate without feeling like a Burden
*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy
“talk about it”? hahah, no no, I prefer to internalize all my problems so they eat away at me from the inside until I’m unable to function in any way
I WORKED SO HATD TO PULL MYSELF OUT OF TGAT HOLE AND YOU DRAGGED ME BACK DOWN CUZ OF YOUR OWN FUCKING FEARS
Would be easier if you just killed me. Rather die than live without you and pretend like none of this fucking shit hurts. And you fucking know it does