Too reliable, too dependable, too caring and thus clutch gene is sucking the life force from me. This was supposed to be the year of Selfish Eb seeing that much of what I put out is rarely given back. Nature of the beast, I suppose.
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I need people to recognize that just cuz I cuddle with you when you’re up for it doesn’t mean I wanna be fucked by you
And to not do a bunch of shit designed to move from cuddling to fucking. Cuz that is all kinds of unwanted and all kinds of uncomfortable for me.
Quick way to be yanked off the “Trusted enough to cuddle” list for all time
I didn’t eem know there were people out there cuddling with people they didn’t want to have sex with. Like, I didn’t know at all.
I’m dying laughing. It baffles me that anyone would banish themselves to such a shitty level of friend zone as this.
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But that shit I don’t like…
How some only reach toward infinity when at rockbottom, but achieve a weird sort of content-ness or even an aloof manner when at what they feel is ‘middle ground’ as if infinity has a ‘mean’. They’ll live innocuously treading crumbling earth, marginalizing the thoughtful, until they’re hanging on a thread. And then only ask the important questions with an intention to only sweep the dust off the important answers… all this long enough just to fall back into a matrix of sorts. That’s that shit I don’t like.
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See…
I been tryna find forever
since before Common Sense was common knowledge.
I never needed to be shell shocked out of a Yolo phase
And I never needed validation from that hedonist phrase
I had it figured out that
Justification lie in that concept of infinity
And that no cold calculation could limit, me.
And there was ridicule from the masses
The universe has a way of making gas planets, minuscule.
And even so,
I will conceptualize until the edge of existence
and never gaining anything concrete I’ll still find joy.
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classic
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