The found family trope is for those who were never a first choice. Those that always carried the baggage but received no tips in exchange. It’s for those that needed a wall to lean on but learned to build one on their own . They looked at people as potential. As someone who could very well become an important part of their life. This is the trope for those who listened but were never heard, those that seeked an idea of a home in souls and not walls. It is for the ones that yearn for a love the weight of blood, but came with no obligation- no -they wanted to be chosen , they wanted a familial bond that escaped the scopes of biology . They wish for their presence to have meaning. For it to be significant. And for their absence to be nagging. Brutal. Loud.
“Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite.”
— Unknown
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
[text ID: Yesterday I advised you not to write me every day, I still hold the same opinion today and it would be very good for both of us, and so I repeat my advice today even more emphatically- only please, Milena, don't listen to me, and write me every day anyway, it can even be very brief, briefer than today's letters, just 2 lines, just one, just one word, but if I had to go without them I would suffer terribly.]
Just because I "long for their undivided attention" and "daydream about pinning them against a wall" doesn't mean I'm gay that's just how rivalry works.
"homoerotic undertones" my ass I just want my rival to be down to fuck
the pain is unlike anything I could have ever imagined.
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