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Monday, September 21, 2020


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rom-coms are as poisonous as pornography and i will fight a baby rapidash in court to defend that statement. I realize over a long summer exploring self-loathing and obsession that neither one of these things is fun or productive and that my expectations for relationships are incredibly warped.

Also, sex and love are not the same thing. I always think I know that, but I don't. Not on a heart/soul level anyway. Is it telling of my company lately that I wrote that and automatically thought of Pokemon?

Nevertheless, I tend to fall for whoever I fuck---ESPECIALLY if the sex is good (DAMN YOU, PAVLOVE!!!). Part of it is biology, part of it is religious upbringing, part of it is... fuck, man, I'm a taurus. I fall in love five times a day. It's exhausting.

I want to go back to casual. I want to just hold hands and talk and cuddle for five hours. My mind has all these ideas of where the situation needs to go. Like, can we just stay in one place for a minute?

Has anyone else been fighting with themselves lately? Or is it just me?

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