jeans repeater, movie rewatcher
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
God, all I feel for you now is just pain. Annoying, burning. Quite frankly, it all just seems like a waste. I was ready, and open, and alive. And this is my reward? Unemployable, unoccupied. Perhaps you weren't as wise as I thought. Perhaps I wasn't paying enough attention. I can't help but feel an act of spite has occurred. If this was how you treat your most loyal subjects, I shudder to think what awaits those who shun you.
Let’s not start over. Let’s talk about it, love.
Talk to me. I’m listening. Tell me about every trouble you’ve stumbled into, every feeling you’ve buried so deep inside yourself that even you stopped reaching for it. Let’s talk about it. Don’t shut the door on me and call it peace. Don’t look away and pretend silence is easier to carry.
I would not run. I would sit there and listen through every ugly, complicated, unbearable part of it. I…
When you’re too busy trying to fix everything and chasing the life waiting somewhere far ahead of you, you forget to look at what’s been quietly standing right in front of you all along. The only person patient enough to stay, to endure you, and to love you through all the unfinished parts of yourself.