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Why Must I Crave The One Thing I Fear?
Why must I crave the one thing I fear?
I wish to wake up to someone beside me, snoring softly while the morning sun creeps in through the blinds.
I want to be wanted.
Yet the thought of someone falling in love with me is terrifying.
Falling in love is terrifying.
The thought of being left broken is terrifying.
- C
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Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.

Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust
I don't burn bridges, I build them. Putting down every piece of wood, every screw going in its correct place. Admiring the beauty I built with my own two hands then walking away to come back at a later date. But I have a bad memory so the bridge is soon forgotten, until it begins to wither and decay. People attempt to pass over it only to get stuck and eventually fall into the water underneath. I opened the news to see my precious bridge I bilt so carefully caused countless deaths because I couldn't take care of it. I finally come back to the bridge but it's not what I remember. The pretty mahogany wood that used to be spotless is now covered in blood and tears from its unsuspecting victims. Screws that used to hold it together now sticking up popping the tires of everyone who dares to try to pass. I step on the bridge only for it to crack and me to fall through, the remains of the bridge falling on top of me and crushing me. I don't burn bridges, I build them and eventually I let them take me with them.
-C
![[A photo taken of a man at a palestine rally in milan, italy. He is holding up a sign that says as follows; "Every Person Killed was someone's everything"]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/9752d93462dfbb4c4c1ebd93a7210ad3/e7927753d7c3e515-8e/s500x750/cf244761c7c131fac48b45c111ee77fd757e2814.jpg)
Milan.

🧿 to keep you safe from people who want to do you harm.<3 🧿