我会说很多东西
je peux dire beaucoup de choses.
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an advertisement you see on a high speed rail leaving tehran
my natal chart [will expand on this later.]
Sun in Cancer in Twelfth House
Oh boy. Where do I start with the twelfth house. As if being a cancer wasn’t hard enough!
Moon in Virgo in Second House
Moon in second house, that placement I actually quite fancy. Virgo though? Talk about nervous wreck! Very insecure growing up, for various reasons, and overly privy to detail that I’m still realizing not everyone else is like.
Mercury in Gemini in Eleventh House
Yes I will talk your head off. And yes I will look damn good while I do. Did someone say secular humanism?
Venus in Gemini in Eleventh House
I have three boyfriends at any given time. We need to have a mental connection before anything else is guaranteed. Take me to a gala, a fancy restaurant. Let’s drink wine and lavish in ourselves all night.
Mars in Gemini in Eleventh House
If I like you, I will insult you. If you can’t handle that, then **** ***. My body is small and thin. Lots of nervous energy. I think all the eleventh house energy gives me an aquarian persona, paired with my aquarius draconic moon. which is supposedly what your soul really is. but is our soul really bound by the paradigms of this universe? i dunt think so.
Why can’t I fix him?
Why is my love not enough? He had feelings for me. That is unarguable. his borderline personality disorder must have kicked in. maybe he was scared, felt unloveable. scared i would abandon him. so he self sabotaged cuz that was the safer bet for him.
but didn’t he see how understanding i was? how much i wanted to take care of him? didn’t he see the stars in my eyes, the expression of pure happiness just lying next to him?
maybe he got greedy. maybe he didn’t want to be tied down. saw how happy i made him, and figured he could do better. get more. have more sex with others. maybe i made him feel too attractive and desirable.
his hypocrisy. watching my grindr usage. sending me snarky remarks on a burner account. replying “who else” when i told him i loved him. i would have pushed every one to the side for him. i mean that. whenever i used the same tricks he used on me, it became an issue.
& he never said i love you back. started calling me codependent. he’s probably right there, but it takes two to tango.
the fact he has a history of this. dating violence. always preying on skinny young twinks with “daddy issues”. who doesn’t have daddy issues. it’s really not fair to reduce love and sexual attraction to that. it is what it is. not one person has a perfect relationship with both their parents. what is the use in trying to distort the pure love and happiness he provided me.
you told me you didn’t ask for another chance. you didn’t ask for me to give you the benefit of the doubt. harsh, true. am i a fool for giving it to you?
i won’t be a fool for letting you get away with this. the people of your past may not have held you accountable with the law. but i will. im not letting you push me around. break my phone and my heart, and walk away feeling like top dog who can do and have whatever he wants.
you had me big guy. and i had you. those seven weeks feel like a dream that i never want to wake up from. we could have built a life. i wanted so desperately to build a life with you.
you asked how i would kill you when we were joking around about that stuff. i said i wouldn’t, because i wanted to live with you. live.
that answer surprised even me. im dark, twisted. have a cruel sense of humor at times. but i don’t act on those thoughts. i can resist those impulses. i don’t want that for my life. i guess you’re not the same in that regard.
i believe everyone is a good person. turns out people aren’t as simple as that. there is part of you that is good. but that part hid away, and someone new is now in your body. i don’t know if it’s from your drug use, or bpd. i don’t know what it is.
it really doesn’t matter to me anymore, since we’ll never ever be together anymore. and that is what im mad about most. the fact you’re probably one of the most handsome men i’ve ever seen. the list goes on the ways you turned me on.
we were such a good match. but now it’s over. and you ruined all chances of there being something more. and that’s what makes me want to hate you. i wish i could hate you.
my error was thinking you wanted better for yourself. my error was assuming we had similar goals and outlooks on life. in many ways we did. and the fact you were such an asshole kinda turned me on. but you’re vicious and cruel, even to someone who loves you.
i don’t know what went wrong to make you this way. i wish i knew. i wish i could change it. i wish i could go back in time, and prevent whatever happened to make you this way.
you were my dream. and now you’re my nightmare. and i hate the idea that now i’m gonna have to spend my life with somebody else. if i survive you. and that we didn’t get enough time together.
The lion's roar. The animal story book. 1904. Book cover.
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My boyfriends constantly cheat on me with trans men lol 😩
having cis gay men tell me they “could never be with a trans man” because of the “sexual incompatibility”… i’m sorry that the splendors of t-dick are lost on you
Which energy is tethered to the earth? Our yin or yang? Our physical bodies I suppose would be Yang, our spirits are yin. I usually refer to yin energies as Qi energy, when I recognize it in someone. But it usually takes shape of a physical being, like an animal or creature. So, does spirit have physical shape? How does one make sense of their spirit entity while embodying physical characteristics of this lifetime?
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