Honestly Some Of Yall Want A Significant Other So Badly And Cant Understand Why You Cant Find One, But

honestly some of y’all want a significant other so badly and can’t understand why you can’t find one, but have no sense of boundaries or healthy expectations of what a relationship is like. in a committed long-term partnership you get left on read, you wait for texts back, and you can forget about each other when you’re busy. sometimes you fall asleep without saying goodnight and sometimes you’re too caught up to text each other before 6pm. that’s how it is. thinking that you can’t be deeply, beautifully in love and still wait more than “1.75 hours” for a text back is such an unhealthy and unreasonable expectation of what love is, and you shouldn’t be in a relationship if you can’t allow the other person to exist on their own apart from you. if you’re projecting your anxieties and insecurities onto a partner who doesn’t even exist yet, then you aren’t ready for one.

I haven't been sleeping well these days. There is catastrophe blossoming beneath my skin. I live in fear of the person I am always just one mistake away from becoming.

hi! so I read your story with the soulmates are enemies prompt and I really like it!! it's amazing and I felt inspired to write something similar and post it on Instagram. So I wondered if it was okay for me to credit you in the caption somewhere as well as the Instagram page that made the prompt? :)

AHH, it's my favourite thing in the world when someone is inspired by something I wrote! If you want to tag me on Instagram my handle is @tahira_rajwani or you can put down my Tumblr handle :)) I cant wait to read what you've written!!

I don't know if I believe in soul mates

But do I know that somewhere out there

Amongst 7.7 billion people

Someone's heart is beating exactly in time with mine

And I believe in this

And that is enough

~ take care of our rhythm, heartbeat stranger, for however long we share it, it was an honour to be alive in sync with you

most dreams are forgotten

(flavors: red wool, swollen eyes, unrequited love)

About:

It is almost father’s day and this year I have realized I was never the child he wanted. The open slices in my skin turning to fights and mud puddles and strawberry juice that dries on my hands like ink.

When you look at me, will you still see your child once I am covered in someone else’s blood and hanging by my neck from the chandelier in our favorite restaurant? Once my hair is long enough to braid and my eyes are no longer swollen from sleepless nights reciting the copy of Ovid I smuggled out of the library by candlelight.

I have been in love with a boy since 10th grade and he still thinks I see him as a brother. I draw him when he thinks I’m not looking when it is just me and a piece of charcoal and the way I see his smile. But he only sees the girls with auroral eyes and birthstone chokers, the ones who wear leather jackets and laugh like they belong here. I am too full of bones and dirty cheeks and shameful memories. Am too good at spending my lunches in the bathroom, holding my breath when the door opens to smother my tears.

Last night I dreamt I belonged to a different body, one that made more sense when standing next to the people I love. On my knees in front of a burning altar of lemon peel and eagle feathers, asking to be reborn as a disciple of Apollo. Something caught up in the wildness of it all, in the way the sun beats like a heart and my throat loosens when I run through the rhododendrons fast enough.

I think the heat has been getting to me lately, making me see lives I could have lived if I had only been brave enough - if he had only loved me for the child I was and not the one he insisted upon.

atrophy