A phone conversation.
"So, do you want this jacket that I just found? I'm here, at the store and I thought you may like it. Leather, brown. Nice fur around the neck."
"Umm... I don't know mom. I still have so many jackets you gave me."
"Really? But you may like this one. For the fall. It's perfect. Not too warm, not too cool."
*sigh*
"I dunno... I don't think I need it."
"You don't like the jackets I buy you? You don't like this one?"
"Um, no... I just want to -choose a jacket by myself-."
"Okay, if you don't want it..."
From what I experienced and my research, borderline personality disorder/borderline traits are like a trap wrapped
*To jest eksperymentalna seria z moimi OC, pełna uczuć do poduszki. Prawdopodobnie najbardziej spododba się kobietom ;) Jeśli coś was tutaj konfunduje albo niepokoi, chciałabym zaznaczyć, że w społeczeństwie, gdziez żyją moi bohaterowie, seksualnośc jest postrzegana nieco inaczej niż dzisiaj, w zachodnich krajach. Może uda wam się to pojąć, a może nie :P Mnie ledwo udało się pojąć tę koncepcje, a przecież sama wymyśliłam.*
Noc była wyjątkowo ciemna i rześka. Markus leżał na brzuchu, w
Imagine ALL the stories, memoirs, legends and myths would disappear from the world.
Empty books, blank blogs, nothing to tell to a child before they go to sleep. Nothing to watch in a movie theater. Memes gone, gifs erased into oblivion. Music videos boring, youtubers busy with nonsense (*not that many aren't already ;)), no role play, no card gaming session with your friends on Friday night, video games are all like tetris...
A world without stories to tell.
Tricky, isn't it?