February 2012
truth is, he doesn’t care in some secret, inaccessible, unknowable way.
care does not lie hidden.
if it isn’t expressed, it doesn’t exist.
don’t let them fool you into believing they care when they insinuate unspoken, secret feelings they never dare to reveal.
caring doesn’t work that way.
you shouldn’t have to make up your own stories about how they...
'Tis the fairy, Lady of Shalott: CRANACHAN →
aspoonful-of-sugar:
Cranachan is a traditional Scottish dessert, made from a mixture of whipped cream, whisky, honey (preferably heather honey), and fresh raspberries with toasted oatmeal. This dessert is traditionally served at the end of a Burns Supper (see previous post).
This…
The crows are accustomed to my feedings, now. They don’t even wait for me to get back into the house before they start to eat.
I think Preston might’ve been watching Sherlock upstairs alone in his room, while I watched it alone in the livingroom.
My roommates are the best.
Bleach on my head.
Hate doing my own hair. But it’s so much more affordable.
I miss my purple. Can’t get the dye anymore, so I’m taking a break. Maybe in the summer I’ll make a concerted effort to get my hands on it again.
…
I’m worse off for having known you.
Permanent damage.
…
Hungry. Tired.
Grateful. For my roommates, for kind friends, for...
tidally locked.
Ignore emails, wave in public with a frightened, victimized expression.
Is it that you fear I will treat you the way you’ve treated me?
I can’t imagine a worse fate.
But I don’t have it in me to be that terrible to anyone. Let alone someone I still vaguely, sickeningly, care for.
Keep catching myself hoping you’ll show some sign of kindness, of acknowledgement, the...
January 2012
how do I heal from four years of lies? he never apologized. he’ll never tell me his name. like a lodged bullet wound. it can’t heal like this.
“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky
