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| 2 | I'm the kind of person who would ruin a fairy tale before it has the chance to become a memory. I'd tell the child there was never magic in the cake—only sleepless hands, unpaid bills, quiet sacrifices, and a desperate need to make life look gentler than it ever was. The colors were never joy; they were camouflage. The candles weren't wishes; they were borrowed hope burning on borrowed time. Then I'd tell them to wipe their tears, because the world doesn't reward innocence—it consumes it. And the sooner they mistake wonder for an expensive illusion, the less surprised they'll be when they discover that almost everything beautiful was built to distract them from what it cost to exist. | 20 |
| 3 | Im one 'it's not that deep' away from bursting into flames | 27 |
| 4 | i loved "type shit" as a slang from a linguistics perspective because it genuinely just conveys nothing | 109 |
| 5 | Im not lazy i just like to keep things unresolved bcuz endings have an odd talent for shrinking things that once felt immeasurable | 37 |
| 6 | And another thing is that i still haven't learned the choreography of saying the right things | 47 |
| 7 | I've begun to suspect that I've never been devoted to people or things themselves, only to the atmosphere that gathers around them before they can be understood. Almost everything that has ever held my attention first arrived as a silhouette—an outline without confession, a presence without explanation, a rumour waiting for a language of its own. From a distance, the unknown possesses a peculiar elegance. It asks nothing except to be imagined.
Then certainty arrives.
Names replace speculation. Motives become ordinary. Every hidden corridor finds a door, every unanswered question settles into something disappointingly complete, and what once felt immeasurable suddenly fits inside a sentence. It's never resentment that follows, only a quiet disappearance. The fascination doesn't shatter; it simply evaporates, as though it had been sustained by uncertainty all along.
Perhaps that's why obscurity has always seemed more generous than revelation. A veil offers endless interpretations, while transparency insists on a single one. Mystery keeps unfolding because it refuses to conclude. It grants the imagination permission to wander without ever demanding that it return with proof.
People often speak of forbidden things as though desire grows from prohibition. I don't think that's what draws me. It isn't the rule that beckons; it's the threshold. The suspended moment before crossing it. The first glimpse through a barely opened door. The suggestion of a story that never quite introduces itself. There is an intoxication in standing at the edge of understanding, where possibilities still outnumber facts.
Maybe what captivates me has never been possession, discovery, or intimacy. Maybe it's anticipation in its purest form—that exquisite interval where nothing has been confirmed, where reality hasn't yet interrupted imagination. The unknown remains infinitely hospitable because it never argues with the versions I create of it.
And perhaps that's the quiet tragedy of finally knowing something. Not that it disappoints me, but that it can no longer become anything else. Once the veil is lifted, every path but one disappears, and I find myself mourning all the lives that mystery might have lived before certainty insisted on choosing only one.
My apologise for ghosting you. | 51 |
| 8 | I dont think i will ever be happy cuz i only feel shit when it's hectic but you wouldn't understand | 53 |
| 9 | Maturing is realizing everything is just the fuckin same picture just in different angle and narration bro | 57 |
| 10 | im always a bit platonically in love with everyone | 76 |
| 11 | And yet again humans emotions still get triggered by sports | 55 |
| 12 | Im just out here making meaning out of clownery | 55 |
| 13 | Tbh none of this would've happened if a specific few men went to therapy | 57 |
| 14 | i hate it when i find a source for the exact knowledge that i am seeking but it is written by a man. Like most of what i know is due to hate and not wanting to have a 'i dont know' phase | 57 |
| 15 | you can't have your swag and eat it too | 55 |
| 16 | i am aware that every generation before us has thought they would be the last generation and that apocalypse would come any day now, but i genuinely cannot conceive of humanity making it past like, 2028. how will the world end, you might ask? well it's simple: the fundamental logic of the universe will continue falling apart and then we will all turn to little goo-thingies. | 57 |
| 17 | What if I'm going through a phase where I'm rehearsing my own disappearance into something I call love—
something I regard with
absolute devotion,
unwavering passion,
and a certainty so complete that I've mistaken it for the very purpose of my creation?
Maybe I've mistaken erosion for devotion?
Maybe every piece of myself I sacrifice feels like evidence? Proof that my dedication is real.Proof that I am standing firm.becuz yes bitch i love that shit better than you all and you wont understand where im coming from!?!?
I taught myself that the more something consumes you, the more sacred it becomes; that to be devoured is to be chosen.(by who idk just listen—tf)
But what if I'm not in love with the thing itself?
What if I'm passionate about the sensation of dissolving? | 118 |
| 18 | I need insurance for everything in my life bro like nah im so Indecisive | 104 |
| 19 | What if my passion is just a phase? | 112 |
| 20 | Weird girl in the weirdest setting | 165 |
