with my BB camera and my bb girls.
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When I fall in love and subsequently fuck it right up, I go looking for the exact same things in other men.
It’s like ordering the same combo meal from McDonald’s. Time after time.
And regretting it
I think people are fairly cognisant of what’s going on, what’s going wrong with their lives.
It’s the common complaint of a mother’s lament. She calls.
And she makes you feel like shit.
I mean, she means well.
But she’ll point out all the things
All the things you already know aren’t quite right
All the things that you wish you could make your momma proud of
right now, not yet.
You should be making more money
You should be with a man who deserves you,
letting him allowing yourself to be,
continue to be hurt by him.
You should call more often.
No, fuckit, see your fucking parents more often.
You should do better.
You were supposed to do better.
And you can, y’know
So when someone who is supposed to care
shows they care by pointing out the things you
I guess, were perhaps, maybe even embarrassed to acknowledge
or in the very least trying to shelve.
if you mean well, be kind.
If you care, then help them feel better
not worse about themselves.
And I don’t mean that you should lie
or enable a bad situation to get worse but
take a step back and ask what you can do to make the other person feel
Cuz usually, I don’t think people turn to those they love
for a better understanding of themselves,
I think they mostly want to feel loved.
Y’know this band?
Their album is in stores today. Cop one.
for him to make the first move any
but you don’t hear a thing.
When you’re wondering
whether he still cares or thinks of you,
but you just can’t
how it’s supposed to be.
He’s supposed to look at you and
“You’re so pretty.”
He’s supposed to put his arm around you
when you cross the street
on the walk home.
Give you an earnest kiss
goodbye and ask to see you soon.
You forget, and so did he.