tell me your boring stories the ones where nothing happens tell me things that don’t matter much i want to know your quiet joys your small fury tell me things that are silly to you what made you laugh yesterday i don’t want declarations of love no gestures too grand to keep up i want the dull the mundane the nothingness want you for who you are when you’re alone let’s talk of rugs and dinner and the street you grew up on your first ambition your first friend. i want the intimacy of familiarity the intimacy of sitting in a room together saying everything that never mattered. i want the intimacy of two people being bored together. being uninteresting together. but together, nonetheless, as those who know every corner of their minds like an encyclopedia of our passive humdrum life
Woww this if you have written then its really good
That was beautiful❤️just being there for someone without even doing anything means the world to some people
wooooooow! you wrote so welll
well… sure… I grew up in the uk, my parents are polish, and I moved to poland when I was 11 years old… and I am the tallest in my class, people still get impressed when I speak fluently in a non-native language, I find it funny
i also don’t have many friends, so it would be fun to make more
also, you are really good at writing!
Our neighbour’s 3 year daughter climbs the fence wall and came to me just to spend time and listen some Bollywood songs on TV and I just sit and see her make weird dance gestures.
