22, many-triggered

hands above the water;

If you have to know, it's like you shoot me and I keep shooting blanks in the dark. Your mouth is a gun, and your actions the bullets. Sometimes I remember when I was a drifter with a gun. // Bipolar II and 22, loving is harder when you're always closer to the edge.

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12.21.2011

posted at 12/21/2011 09:04:00 PM

Pew--why didn't my mother marry my father?

She never had time. He came and went.
Why didn't Babel Dark marry Molly?
He doubted her. You must never doubt the one you love.
But they might not be telling you the truth.
Never mind that. You tell them the truth.
What do you mean?
You can't be another person's honesty, child, but you can be your own.
So what should I say?
When?
When I love someone?
You should say it.

--Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson

I'm tired of doubting. Bahala ka na. If you fail me, I just go. I feel like a ghost sometimes, but either way, I always love you so.

Labels: blame it on chemicals, cryptic, sad

posted by triggered_shot # 12/21/2011 09:04:00 PM

Comments:

what's up with the url change? couldn't find you for a while there..

# posted by

citybuoy : December 22, 2011 at 12:35 AM

i'm trying to keep this hidden from my partner--because some things that i have to say are born out of being sad and irrational, which means they can be hurtful and unnecessary to the relationship.

but then he keeps finding it because he's a sly dog himself. sigh oh sigh. haha

# posted by

triggered_shot : December 22, 2011 at 1:43 PM