I wouldn’t have thought to make a post about my boyfriend simply because of the fact that he is my boyfriend. However, I find it natural to write here how much I am glad to share time and space with him. Among other creatures in the time and space we share, he is the one I focus on. I pay attention to the way he moves his eyes and chooses what he will say or do next. I feel him next to me. He isn’t just there, but I can feel that he is there. It may not be pronounced, but we do share a certain bit of empathy, and I absolutely adore when we can laugh together. There is so much more in our relationship, too, but that is all I have to say here.
I dreamt that I had a lot to drink. I felt guilty because I told Raihan that I would stop drinking, but I reluctantly kept doing it. All of the bitter sweet alcoholic beverages drizzled down my pharynx, and I felt so soft. Through all of the car chases and desperate motives to hide from the big gorilla, my head was flustered and I just wanted comfort.
— Kifah Shah (via toujoursla)
What I seem to imagine in my head is expansively more violent than reality allows for. A mass of antagonists waiting to punish me where no punishment has ever taken place is a preposterous idea even to those most depressed and filled with plunging anxiety.