Expressing love is hard.

Sometimes you just want to hold them down in the chair and tell them that this is the place their supposed to be. But they let all these fears and doubts enter their head and I can’t find my way in there. I shake then, trying to get the ideas to come out, for a sense of reality to jiggle their heads and let the truth come out. But they won’t. They hold tight to their insecurities and I can’t do anything about it.

Am I being abusive? I just…no, I don’t care. Their brains are just so complex and I can’t figure them out. I look at it, and I stare, and I peel it apart and still…nothing.

Blood tastes bitter, metallic. I think that people are fueled by metal. The earth pushes through them and makes them move and act.

The brain however…I don’t know. Salty and Basic. I still haven’t figured it out.

Man, love is hard.

what does **** taste like

quangntenemy Posted:

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Just trying to understand people, I guess…idk…*sigh*

When did she stop breast feeding you? At age 16?

Recommencer Posted:

I don’t know. Never had it in my mouth, I don’t eat things that are meant for the earth. The earth eats ****. Ask the earth.

the germs, worms, and bugs eat the ****.

the earth is just caught in the middle and asks “oh please, get it off me” constantly.

Recommencer Posted:

But doesn’t the earth support all this ****-eating? The circle and such?

the Remainder Posted:

I sure can.