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3 | 6

What 3s look for in a relationship: Social suitability, competence, admirability, attractiveness.
What gets in the way: Insisting on career and social status before the relationship. Manipulates by charming others and by adopting whatever image will work.


What 6s look for in a relationship: Communication, listening, acceptance, emotional honesty
What gets in the way: Commitment, dependability, shared values, solidity.
Self-doubt and reactivity: vacillating between need for closeness and need for distance. Manipulates by complaining and by testing others’ commitment to them.

A Life’s worth of shared experience is what I want to have with you
Getting crazy and dancing like No ones watching
Picking out the juiciest Duck that dares wander through our wetlands
Exchanging oxygen with the trees manning the thousand steps
Leaving the bed unmade
Taking strolls down to oogle million dollar mansions, to see which is to our liking
Grasping your hand As we try and dodge the traffic and its fumes
Dreaming of getting gastro on the sidewalk
Waiting at the doctors
On a plane, to somewhere
Waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope that train will take you, but you can’t be for sure. Yet, it doesn’t matter.


Because we’ll be together.

A Life’s worth of shared experience is what
I want to have with you
Getting crazy and dancing like No ones watching
Picking out the juiciest Duck that dares wander through our wetlands
Exchanging oxygen with the trees manning the thousand steps
Leaving the bed unmade
Taking strolls down to oogle million dollar mansions, to see which is to our liking
Grasping your hand As we try and dodge the traffic and its fumes
Dreaming of getting gastro on the sidewalk
Waiting at the doctors
On a plane, to somewhere
Waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope that train will take you, but you can’t be for sure. Yet, it doesn’t matter.


Because we’ll be together.

(via fuckyouhogan)

love never dies

Last week I was in your arms, and it feels like yesterday. Last week when you were with me, it felt like only months before. How we were two years ago, the same warm electric pulse.
Only last week, my love, its like you never left my side.

Hands stained black with pulp medulla. My head it’s on fire. I don’t want to wake up. It would not make a difference.

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