being in love with someone when they have no clue about your feelings is the most exquisite torture.
you are free to admire them, to build them up, to create stories about them inside your head. this can only be done because you don’t fully know them - you can’t fully understand someone that has no clue of what your true feelings and desires for them are.
yet, you also can’t really know them. you are stuck within your mind, within what you can imagine for them. one of the best parts of knowing people is realizing that you can’t understand or predict their motivations, their reasons for doing things. when you do not confess all to someone, they are under no obligation to confess all to you.
when there is no commitment to someone, you are free to do as you like, to change at a moment’s notice. yet you are also trapped in the unknown, in the “could have been“‘s. there is a power in keeping truth to yourself, but there is also a great deal of unknown.
only in making your feelings known can peace be found. outside of a confession, there will always be regret or confusion; perhaps even conflict. when something is written so deep within your soul that it can’t be erased or ignored, it must be shouted out, and admitted to, or else it will fester until it becomes a dark and putrid thing.
Me before social events
- moniquill (on red face & cultural appropriation)
I’m just going to reblog this again, since some people apparently need reminding.
DING DING DING DING.
U gotta act cool, calm and collected around liquid eyeliner bc it can sense ur fear
*puts on unwashed sweater over the shirt i slept in* im ready for university
people be like “are you really going to miss out on a potential friendship just because someone doesnt share your views on feminism/racism/etc.” and i’m like “ya lol”