Drop or Diva?

Is crying on the ferry ride home sub-drop or is this just every day sadness? How do you tell?

All I know is i am wearing my sunglasses inside so people won’t see my tears. Pretty sure they can still see the rest of my ugly-cry face.

Being two hours and a ferry ride away from Sir is hard some days. Except for today. Today is agony. My stomach hurts , my chest aches and my skin misses the feel of his body next to mine. My mouth misses him in it. My neck is bare without his hand. My pussy empty. My ears miss the sound of his voice. My brain misses his words. My tongue misses the taste of him. My fingers the feel of him.

Is it possible to be going home and missing home at the same time?

relatablepoetryandquotes:

“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”

– Graham Greene, Ways Of Escape

via @the-book-diaries

purplebuddhaquotes:

“If you’re lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it.”

— John Irving

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