Truth excites me.

Subtitles add a little je ne sais quoi, don’t you think?

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An explanation:
I write like a tirade.
I just want to write here.
So, I do.

When it isn’t safe to be truthful, it isn’t safe — full stop.

There is no safety without truth. (There is also no love)

I can’t love you if I can’t be truthful with you.
I know I want to. Love you, I mean.

I want to love you. And.. my love is so fucking selfish.

I use love to stretch myself.
I use love to test myself.
I use love to become indestructible.

For a long time, I thought I was incapable of love. I was wrong.

If I can love you… I can love anyone.

That feels good.