Love. Call me Alice. (a tumblr cliché)
So I mentioned on my about, ‘who is Becca?’, page, I love someone. I do. Madly. Deeply. Without any sense of self preservation. I love him in that Neruda way of not knowing how… accepting of his complete and utter dysfunctional/compartmentalizing ways. It’s overwhelming sometimes. I TRIED to push him away. I told him to not contact me… […]
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