Our bones crunch with glee at the sadism we inflict on ourselves. Our tongues curl with sweet words we don’t always mean. Our hearts crouch in their caves, unable to cry for salvation.
natalie with neruda… best discovery of the week.
Has it ever happened that when you are in a moment that requires the most intense feelings and reactions, you cannot feel a thing and you attribute it to numbness? Or maybe surrealism. And when things simmer down, and at the moment that you least expect it, everything hits you like a ton of bricks and you are knocked back a thousand guilty steps. There’s no running away; no easy shutting down of browsers or tabs, no simple closing of a book, and no way of taking back your words. You deal. In the worst possible way, but you still deal. How that’d make or break you, that’s your choice.
It’s been a while since I felt this messed up.