The boy with the heart on his sleeve has updated! New chapter: Like liquid falling is now up at AO3.
Anger bubbles up in Erik’s chest, exactly where he doesn’t want it to be. From there it’s a volatile thing that can spread to his fists or consume his head in a wash of red. Multnomah is supposed to be a safe place; cool, green, and humid. He focuses on the roar of the falls and breathes deep, wills it to enter his chest with every inhale to extinguish the growing heat. The scent of dark earth and rich vegetation passes through his nose on the way to his lungs. In his mind’s eye, he buries the fire with moist earth and covers it in sheets of moss.
Erik turns away from a wary-looking Charles for a break in the intensity. Facing back up the trail he says, “We’ll stop on the bridge to check on your feet; should be enough wear to identify trouble spots and it’ll give you time to take in the view. I’ve got moleskin in my pack.”
“This is just like that night when Raven and I picnicked in the rain,” Charles says from behind. “I didn’t pretend you weren’t angry or violent then, Erik, and I won’t start now.”
Erik snorts softly but doesn’t look back. “I never asked you to.”
what I learnt last night: if you’re imagining a creepy thing in your room or outside and it’s coming to get you, just imagine that it met another creepy thing and they started making out, forgetting you entirely.
It seems like, maybe, the really powerful romantic relationships don’t get any power at all from their most exciting, sudden, interesting moments. It seems like the relationships that change your life are a lot more picnic blanket than fireworks. Like I’ve had the 4th of July wrong all along. The thing that makes my current relationship so crazy isn’t how great the great moments are, it’s how great the average moment is.
Happiness is a funny thing. I’m not sure if I’m any good at relationships. I think I’m good at friendships. But am I a good boyfriend? What’s interesting about how my current relationship with Emily is going is—nothing ever happens. It’s just more conversation and more jokes and more, like, kissing, and more, you know, relationship.
I recently read this New Yorker article about people who are into deep caving. They like climb down the deepest caves in the world. You know what the deepest cave in the world is? There is no objective answer. There is only the cave they have gotten the farthest down so far. Mt. Everest is the tallest mountain in the world. That’s just that. That’s the tallest mountain. Caves are as deep as people have gotten down them. And I guess what I’m saying is that relationships are more like caves than mountains. It’s always wet and night and cold and you need to use siege logistics and they’re very dangerous. And do you know what you find down there? You spend four days going down into the earth and then you scuba dive through the sump at the bottom and you get to more cave—you know what there is to discover, after all that danger, all that effort?
MORE CAVE. That’s it. If you get fucking lucky, you will find more, new, unknown cave to explore. That’s it. There’s no treasure or whatever. There’s just—MORE CAVE. And that’s how relationships are too. If when you find more cave, the whole thing feels pointless, it IS fucking pointless. All there is is more cave! But when that average moment feels amazing, you’re so glad it’s not over. In a good relationship, that’s the most exciting thing you could hope to find. More cave. No end. A future. A reason to keep going. That’s all the treasure you need or whatever. It’s lovely and exciting and wonderful.
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Y’know people say shit about social media along the lines of ‘OMG no one cares what anyone had for breakfast’ and like.
I do? I care. I’m pretty sure a lot of people care. I want to hear that the people I care about are having delicious breakfasts or saw something odd at work or flirted with a cute barista. Or just any little thoughts they have that they feel are worth sharing.
I’ve always kind of assumed that’s how you’re supposed to feel about your friends.