i wanted to breathe smoke.



ourseattle:


(via itsfuckk)

“I thought people just pretended to feel love.”
is what you’ve just said the first time an adult looks at you like something is off.
Like you’re missing something.
Schoolmates, labpartners, co-workers will look at you the same way every time you tell someone this. So you learn to refrain from doing so. Some you bond with still, most you immediately dislike.
And most importantly, you learn one of the only things you’ll always get wrong.
People do actually feel the grand emotions of love and deep connections popular fiction constantly evolves around. You just don’t.And the first time you’re asked “have you been diagnosed?”, you turn the topic elsewhere, but return home immediately afterwards to look it up and find something that doesn’t make your stomach churn with shame to connect with your already well developed sense of self, and you latch onto it.
So you go through life, having casual connections that you make sure stay that way. You keep telling yourself this is who you are, and it eventually becomes essential to the way you live.There’s no real desire to have a close friend, a lover, or a partner.
Although there still remains an itch to have someone to connect properly to, you learn it’s probably best to live without.
vintageblackglamour:

Aretha Franklin taking a break during a recording session in the Atlantic Records studio in Manhattan for her album “This Girl’s In Love With You” on January 10, 1969. Photo: Michael Ochs Archives.
this will be my last post for a while, i’m taking a small break from tumblr.
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m0nsterinthecloset:

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