#stupid
Stupid Emotions, 2019
Shhhh, dont say that stuff to me
Why, you ask
I think before i give you a response
I think of how warm your words make me
I think of how honest you could possibly be when you tell me i look beautiful
I think of what could have motivated you to say something i only dreamed id hear out loud
And when i take in that the only two people in the room are you and me
And that i could be the reason you tell me you feel safe
Or loved or that you belong here or that you never want to leave
I get scared thinking i did that
Because i know i could also undo that
I could mess it up and you decide to leave
And while my thoughts were racing, i made sure to keep my face hidden from yours
During that silence you move next to me in bed
And your arms around me are enough of a response for both of us
I turn my head into the pillow so the tears that fell become buried evidence of my fears
J. T.
So why does everything always go to shit?
Fragile masculinity: a tale as old as timecultural-marxist-sjew-agitprop:
This is supposed to be a joke, but this was an actual controversy when the queen was introduced into chess:
15th century gamergate: ‘tis about moral unrighteousness in the folios printed about games on Master Gutenberg’s new movable type press.