Fixation

[LavaLush]

“I hate the person I become when I attach,” she said, wearing a bittersweet smile.

"Why" her friend asked.

“Because I almost go insane when I attach. It’s… it’s like the other person becomes my oxygen.
I cling to them as if I’ll die without them.
I attach like life is ending,” she said.


“But isn’t that a good thing? You give yourself completely,” her friend said, confused.

She looked away.

“You never know…” she whispered.


Dependence as a pulse
is not poetry.
It’s panic.

 

[Anshhi]

“I hate the person I become when I attach,” she said, wearing a bittersweet smile.

"Why" her friend asked.

“Because I almost go insane when I attach. It’s… it’s like the other person becomes my oxygen.
I cling to them as if I’ll die without them.
I attach like life is ending,” she said.


“But isn’t that a good thing? You give yourself completely,” her friend said, confused.

She looked away.

“You never know…” she whispered.


Dependence as a pulse
is not poetry.
It’s panic.

This pain of dissolving our own being into another is truly unbearable. Wonderful writing!

Awesome Intelligence™​

 

[LavaLush]

Yeaah .. thanxx..

This pain of dissolving our own being into another is truly unbearable. Wonderful writing!

Awesome Intelligence™​

 

[Punisher78asSuperman]

“I hate the person I become when I attach,” she said, wearing a bittersweet smile.

"Why" her friend asked.

“Because I almost go insane when I attach. It’s… it’s like the other person becomes my oxygen.
I cling to them as if I’ll die without them.
I attach like life is ending,” she said.


“But isn’t that a good thing? You give yourself completely,” her friend said, confused.

She looked away.

“You never know…” she whispered.


Dependence as a pulse
is not poetry.
It’s panic.

THe same feelings here too wonderful

 

[LavaLush]

THe same feelings here too wonderful

Thankss..

 

[Butter Bun]

I’ll give you Independency in your dependency over me come try !

 

[LavaLush]

I’ll give you Independency in your dependency over me come try !

Careful what you offer…I don’t submit. I decide.

 

[Butter Bun]

Careful what you offer…I don’t submit. I decide.

Come over maybe I’ll offer you myself !

 

[zaynmalik]

“I hate the person I become when I attach,” she said, wearing a bittersweet smile.

"Why" her friend asked.

“Because I almost go insane when I attach. It’s… it’s like the other person becomes my oxygen.
I cling to them as if I’ll die without them.
I attach like life is ending,” she said.


“But isn’t that a good thing? You give yourself completely,” her friend said, confused.

She looked away.

“You never know…” she whispered.


Dependence as a pulse
is not poetry.
It’s panic.

Losing yourself in attachment is scary

 

[Ihsan]

Losing yourself and finding a brand new person due to the attachment is really an interesting phenomena ^⁠_⁠^