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Yelena: I don’t like it.
Kate: You don’t like anything.
Yelena: Is not true.
Kate:
Yelena: I like sleep, Lucky and you.
Kate confused: I am the third?
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Yelena: *minding her own business at the store*
The speaker system: Could one Yelena Belova come down to the customer service please, your girlfriend is looking for you, Yelena Belova to customer service, thank you.
Yelena: you’ve gotta be fucking joking me
(At customer service)
Yelena: you couldn’t just call me??
Kate: I panicked!
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I have a tendency to confuse familiarity with love. I think finding a home in someone is love.
But the truth is I’m familiar with toxic relationships. I grew up in a home where love was earned, not given.
I get scared by softness. Like it’s too good to be true. Like there’s a limit to the amount I can receive. I didn’t do enough to deserve your kindness. Why are you giving me so much affection? Are you going to hold this against me later? What are you trying to get from me?
How can I trust you when I don’t even trust my own mind?
#non binary writers#writers and poets#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#vent post#love#trust issues
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“When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.”
- Lauren Eden, Lioness Awaken
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Wives wearing those hats.
A little NY and LA rivalry me thinks. 🤭
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