can ppl like……… stop having a concept of me in their head ……… no object permanence here…..i only exist when im right in front of you….. no memories allowed. thx for understanding.
And what if it’s only in my wildest dreams that we find each other?
What if those quiet moments when my eyes are closed, and the shadows are thick, are the only ones where I get to taste your skin? Experience your touch? Feel your heart as it slows beside me at night? What if every time I wake, that perpetual arms-length we stay apart grows wider, and I never get a chance to close the distance? What if, instead, the stars in our heaven fade, and the colors in our hearts grow gray, done waiting?
What if this is it? What if this is the closest we ever get to each other, this idea of me and you? This thin-skinned hope that claws at the inside of my chest and leaves scars behind where it cuts me open. What if this fear I have that you don’t feel the same is the one thing that always rules me? Controls me. Shackles me while it keeps my voice quiet and head down? My fingers, numb…
Sterek AU: Sheriff Stilinski comes home to find a strange boy in his living room, apparently waiting to take his son on a date. On the one hand, he’s just glad to know that Stiles has friends who aren’t Scott. On the other hand, THERE IS A STRANGE BOY WAITING TO TAKE HIS SON ON A DATE.
“Then he said, leaning forward: ‘You’re strange animals, you women intellectuals. Tell me: what’s it like to be a woman?’ I took my rifle from behind my chair and shot him dead. ‘It’s like that,’ I said.”
— Joanna Russ, On Strike Against God (via nervefood)
The Evil Lair 