Joy Sullivan, “Want", Instructions For Traveling West

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i want you to read me like a book, turn each page delicately in your hunger to know me more and more. gonna melt your barriers with each word im whispering silently. i want to make you tremble as you enter my realm, deeper and deeper being fully intoxicating with my presence. to make you feel me under your skin with each word you’re reading, forgetting everything you’ve ever known for that moment, letting yourself be taken away into my mind, as a river claiming its prisoner. you can’t fight it now but god, you wouldn’t even dream of escaping now.

so now you belong to me. entirely. wholeheartedly.

My chest, my beloved — your land, your home, your homeland.

i honestly don’t have faith in finding something super special with someone else because this generation is so far detached from their own emotions as well as others. and not all are detached because of being hurt, a lot of people have acted detached and nonchalant to seem cool. they’ve settled so far into fake emotions that they’ve made a problem for themselves and others while pretending so hard they became it. it’s not cool to act detached. it’s not cool to act nonchalant. that is how you miss some of your greatest connections. as someone who has actually been hurt before, this facade put on is dreadful.

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Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.