Sunshine In Disguise 🌤
Standing in the middle of a crowd
struggling to find my sound
I put my heart on a silver platter,
every wound unbound.
Endlessly wanting to do furthermore,
to feel a sense of belonging.
Until one day, I was worn out
wishing for an exemption from that longing.
It took me ages to comprehend
that it takes only one soul
willing to give you a corner of their heart,
to pull you out of that black hole.
Someone who'll sit with you
until you're ready to talk.
Someone you can hold on to
until you're ready to walk.
They'll give you an unfeigned smile,
the one that reaches their eyes.
And that is how you'll know
that's your sunshine in disguise.
We save the most intense conversations
For the crowded train rides back home.
Not the same home. Not now. Not ever.
We stand in between the bustling crowd,
Look out the window and avoid each other's eyes
You hum under your breath, and I pretend I didn't hear it
We talk about the day in moments.
Ones that made us laugh, ones that felt grateful,
And then about the ones we didn't think the other would notice.
That brings a smile to your face,
So I crack open my otherwise dark heart just a little.
To let that light inside. You smile again, and I break again.
I tell you things I wouldn't tell you when we're alone
In the silence of an empty road where you can hear my voice break
So I find comfort in the crowd muffling out my pain.
The train stops, and you forget it's time.
It's time for you to get down, that it's time for us to reset.
We hug, you get down, and I watch you walk away.
One of these days will be our final train ride like this
Where we talk about us.
And we'll get down, go home. Not the same. Not ever.
But maybe one that's just as loved.
Man just went from this.....
To this !!!!
CoolCooCooCooCooCoolCoolCoolCool 🥲🥲 not feeling unloved all !! 🥲
Give me sudden collapses. Please.
Give me stumbling and wavering and vision going blurry before going black.
Give me running and faltering and crumpling like a ragdoll.
Give me standing up mid-argument and words trailing off and eyes rolling back.
Give me slamming into things on the way down. Give me frantic, scrambling catches by the unprepared. Give me a soft thud and heads turning back in unison.
Give me curses, give me worry, give me eyes that close and do not open.
Give me a fight that’s over, give me looking up at the sky in relief, give me letting go.
Give me the sight of legs that no longer work, of eyes that flutter shut, of a body dropping to the floor.
The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket
Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937
no, I didn’t write these. you don’t have to fear for my sanity.Â
waking up from a car crash with a different boyfriend than I remember
both me AND my crush got those daddy issues
my hot boss moved in with me…strictly for safety reasons!
blind date with a hot doctor got very weird, very fast
obnoxious guy next door is actually the art hoe of my dreams
my girlfriend who is young but old is an alien
she tries to turn me into a demon so we can be together FOREVER
wrist grabs, kissing and cross-dressing, oh my!
doctor wants to marry the dead girl on his gurney
bad-ass ice queen has a softer side…activated by a boy and cockroaches
flirty training techniques make him fear for his life
when your mom tries to get you laid and then tells your whole school about it
water nymph wants to seduce my cru- I mean the prince I have ZERO interest in
he wore a cardboard cutout with his crush’s face on it…that’s love
what to expect when you’re expecting a demon baby
got out of prison just in time to crash my bf’s wedding
proving that hoe-ing it up is beneficial to finding a relationship…w/SCIENCE
my crush has a secret future wife and she’s jelly
can’t stop flirting with the hottest ghost girls in school
pretend BF willing and able to catfish together but also why are we doing this?
she nearly drowned him, and now he’s in love with her
hospital roommate trying to cuddle in the middle of the night
I hired a hitman for myself, but his feelings were more romantic than murderous
he’s planning to kill her right after this date
she didn’t realize she’d been talking to her crush all along…in another man’s body
The feminine urge to ignore my TBR and go spend all my time and money at the bookstore
“Fuck you, my child is completely fine”Â
YOUR CHILD IS OBSESSED WITH SIX CRIMINALS!
“You can’t read that book in a day”