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sending a risky text and then giving up forever

time of death: 🕰️

@ownerofyourfantasy

Mar 27, 2025

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sending scary texts

because why the hell not? might as well just go for it.

@ellakate

Jan 7, 2025

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typing out texts, then deleting them

usually to people from your past, or maybe not. any text that you know better than to send right now, or ever. texts of things you wish you could say, or that you're thinking, but can't share for whatever reason. this may not be a healthy way of going about it, it might be a form of holding on when i need to let go. probably no better than talking to myself. but i find that: 1. it gives me that feeling of release, that i got it out of my body and it isn't burning on the inside of my skull anymore, which is usually what drives me to send texts like this in the first place 2. it brings a feeling of strength and pride when i DON'T hit send. when i backspace the whole thing. i typed it out, and it was 1 send button away, and i still didn't bite. that must count for something

@stellate

Feb 19, 2024

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challengers

i cannot shut up abt how much i love this movie

@juliaprice

Nov 1, 2024

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on writing something stupid

who gaf.

@juliaprice

Jan 24, 2024

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a book of common prayer - joan didion

I think I have never known anyone who regarded the sexual connection as quite so unamusing a contract. So dark and febrile and outside the range of the normal did all aspects of this contract seem to Charlotte that she was for example incapable of walking normally across a room in the presence of two men with whom she had slept. Her legs seemed to lock unnaturally into her pelvic bones. Her body went stiff, as if convulsed by the question of who had access to it and who did not. Whenever I saw her with both Victor and Gerardo it struck me that her every movement was freighted with this question. Who had prior claim.Whose call on her was most insistent. To whom did she owe what. If Gerardo's hand brushed hers in front of Victor her face would flush, her eyes drop. If she needed a bottle of wine opened on those dismal valiant occasions when she put on her gray chiffon dress and tried to "entertain" she could never just hand the corkscrew to Gerardo. Nor could she hand the corkscrew to Victor. Instead she would evade the question by opening the wine herself, usually breaking the cork. I recall once telling Charlotte about a village on the Orinoco where female children were ritually cut on the inner thigh by their first sexual partners, the point being to scar the female with the male's totem. Charlotte saw nothing extraordinary in this. "I mean that's pretty much what happens everywhere, isn't it," she said. "Somebody cuts you? Where it doesn't show?"

@juliaprice

Dec 9, 2024