I yearn for the day we finally meet again, not in my dreams or through the delusion of your touch on my face or through the hallucination of your body next to mine while I weep on my darkest days. But to meet, hand upon hand, heart upon heart, real and nothing but pure raw love. Two teens in love, one is of flesh and blood, the other filled with pencil strokes and pixels on the others phone. They each wish the other to exist within the same realm but alas my dear, you'll never be able to live within mine and me same as yours. I miss you, truly.
I miss you although we've never met, my dear, my beloved, my other half, my katsuki.
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
Npd culture is needing approval and reassurance over nothing and not being able to ask them because then They Know I need that and I'd rather die than admit it.
Reminder that trauma bonding doesn't mean relating to someone who has similar trauma to you. It means an attachment to someone thats made from repeated physical or emotional abuse thats reinforced by something positive (ex. gift giving)