Monday, September 21, 2026

Web-Weaving

I have never particularly sought out love. Never quite understood it. 

It would, however, be a lie to claim boredom with the fantasy of it. The prepared and total adoption of mundanity. 

Complete companionship. To have someone to split the woes of reality with. 

A willing subjugation to the prospect of a shared eternity. The repetitive submission to this notion with utter devotion.


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  1. unanchoredmusingsSeptember 21, 2026 at 5:10 AM

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    Image 1: https://www.tumblr.com/letsbelonelytogetherr/768024317585981440/via-letsbelonelytogetherr

    Image 2: https://pin.it/21s2DLh0M

    Image 3: I can’t be with you-The Cranberries

    Image 4: https://www.tumblr.com/scarymonsters-protectivespirits/760611863486693376

    Image 5: https://pin.it/5D8eMlG5P

    Image 6: My own

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