#Past mistakes

[selfhealingmoments]

#letting go #let go #self help #self therapy #loving life #love yourself #move on #moving on #moving forward #people pleaser #put the past behind #manifestation #inspirational quotes #past mistakes #take your time #self improvement #present moment #mental health #healing #self reflection #be yourself #new life #new beginnings #new me #new day

[abbyroe]

The echoes of my past missteps etched themselves into the very fabric of my being.

#spilled ink #spilled words #poetry #literature #sad poetry #love #quotes #love quotes #for you page #i love you #past mistakes #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #mistakes

[lorveings]

Let people say and think whatever they want about you, Even if they're wrong, Even if it upsets you and makes you want to chase them just to confront them and fix the way they think or talk about you. Never do that to yourself, just find peace in knowing that the past belongs in the past and we're not in it anymore. You're evolving and becoming a better person than you were in the past, even if they don't want to see it. Some people are willing to stay blinded forever in their own circle just to make themselves feel good about whatever happened in the past. If that gives them peace let them. Let them feel at ease away from you. No matter how much you're hurt by them and their actions, you have to move forward with your life. You'll be okay, I promise.

What's important is that you know you're a good person who was brave enough to try and put an effort into fixing things and even sincerely apologized for your past behavior that caused others pain, that's the only thing that matters. You were strong enough to face the consequences of your actions no matter how unbearable the pain felt while doing it. You became honest with yourself by holding yourself accountable, acknowledging all of your past mistakes, truly forgiving yourself for what happened and finally starting your healing journey to fix and improve yourself and be the best version of yourself for YOU. That's enough.

That. is. enough.

#healing #self growth #accountability #honesty #self improvement #self healing #mental health #self love #past mistakes #the past #becoming the best version of yourself #heal yourself #self accountability #positivity #comfort #love #forgiveness #becoming better #no more excuses #healing yourself

[unrighteousbooks]

Overheard in the shop: "I'm not going to dwell on mistakes I made years ago. I've got much more recent mistakes to dwell on."

#mistakes #past mistakes #i'm very old #so i have an ample supply #overheard #overheard in the shop

[madcat-world]

Past Mistakes - TheBakaArts

#Past Mistakes #TheBakaArts #post apocalyptic #cyborg #sci fi #Dark fantasy #digital art

[bullet-prooflove]

Past Mistakes - Mike Duarte x Reader Update!

I just have to shout about it! I have finally completed this series!!!!

It has been almost a year since I started this journey with these two and I'm kinda sad it's over. I'll really miss writing the two of them.

I can't wait for you guys to read the rest of this series and I hope you enjoy the ending.

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[valthetvhead]

Here it is! I hope you all enjoy, but you might have to pause for a few. Some are longer than others.

DISCLAIMER!!! This Vox is a completely different person than Vox from Hazbin hotel! (I forgot to put that in his info 👀)

Vox, Entity, Tatiana, Sb1, Jester, Pester, Vincent, and Retsinis belong to @theindescribable1

And the others belong to me 👍

#tvhead #valarie #valarie the tvhead #April #Malware #Pester #Tatiana #Jester #Vox #not hazbin hotel vox #Entity #Past mistakes #Retsinis #Vincent #That’s about everyone! #hope you enjoy

[serenityquest]

#awkward yeti #heart and brain #past mistakes #fear of failure

[whumpshaped]

for the fluff prompt (feel free to change the pronouns / gender up if that vibes with you more)

(male) whumpee having a sobbing breakdown about his past in the arms of his friend. the (female) caretaker is comforting / soothing him. it’s the first time that anyone has ever genuinely held and cared for him <3

"You shouldn't have to–"

"Hush, now. Stop arguing with me."

Whumpee was so glad to be told that for once. He nuzzled up to Caretaker, clinging to her tightly as she gently rocked the both of them back and forth.

"Does that make you feel better? If I basically force it?" she asked half-jokingly. She knew it did. That way, Whumpee didn't have to ask, nor did he feel like such a bother. "Just let it all out, yeah? You're okay. You're gonna be okay."

"No one– no one has ever just– held me," he sniffled, and Caretaker sighed.

"You have to let them, Whumpee. You're a big guy, no one wants to cross you by offering unwanted hugs. No one wants to risk you wanting to prove that you're tough."

"I've never hurt anyone... not– not intentionally, I've never wanted to hurt anyone..."

"I know." Caretaker ran her fingers through his hair, petting gently. This was the thing, though: she knew. Others didn't. Others just saw a gruff guy walking around like he was about to explode. They expected him to punch holes in walls, not break down crying. Maybe if they knew, they would've been a little braver in offering comfort. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

Whumpee shook his head a little. She hummed in acknowledgment.

"Do you want me to guess?"

No answer. But if Caretaker had learned anything in the past hour, it was that Whumpee would've rather bit his tongue off than talk about his problems himself.

"I think you're still carrying the burden of the one time you did hurt someone. And I think it's time to move past it, because it's ruining you."

He clung a little tighter. "I don't deserve to just move past it."

"It's not about deserving, honey. You have to. For yourself and for the people around you, the ones you want to keep safe now. You can't be stuck in the past forever, or else you're gonna fuck up the present and ruin the chances of a better future."

Whumpee's quiet sobs were the only sound in the room for a good while after that. Caretaker allowed him ample time to take it all in and process.

"I don't want to ruin the future," he whimpered.

"Of course you don't. And you won't." She pushed him away a little to be able to look him in the eye. "Because you'll stop living in the past from now on, hm?"

Whumpee nodded, tears still in his eyes.

"You're a good man, Whumpee, but you can't change what happened that day. All you can do is get up, look forward, and let others help you move towards something better."

~

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#asks #whump #whump drabble #fluff #emotional whump #past mistakes #recovery fic

[kat-escapingreality]

the past is the past, do not bring it into the present. let the present breathe, let the future be

#forgiveness #self worth #self help #self care #past mistakes #moving on #healing #self love #letting go #move on #pastel pink #pink aesthetic #growing up #i'm evolving #learning #spilled thoughts #random thoughts

[gameguy20100]

This whole thing with Kagami has really got me uneasy guys.

I've said before I was a lot like her as a kid, (difficulties expressing emotions. I struggled with social skills. Etc)

And as a kid I was so desperate for someone to like me, I often fell into bad crowds, and treated people I love very poorly. (Sound familiar?)

I was never in an abusive romantic relationship like Kagami is going to be with Felix, but still. I don't know if I want to watch these episodes.

I don't want to relive that, 19 year old me, was a bastard and I hate him!

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoliers #ml emotion #ml perfection #kagami tsurugi #kagami deserves better #Feligami #Feligami salt #Lila salt #Felix salt #trauma #past mistakes

[companionjones]

Past Mistakes

Pairings: 11!Doctor x Reader, Past!10!Doctor x Reader

Fandom: Doctor Who

Summary: You can’t sleep. You haven’t had a good night’s sleep since it happened. The Doctor finds you in the console room.

Warnings: PTSD, Angst

Author’s Note: This story is close to me. This is how I felt during this time in Doctor Who.

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    The Doctor woke up alone in bed. He didn’t sleep often, but he always made sure to lay down in bed with you while you slept. Only then, it was the Doctor who fell asleep instead of you.

    He found you working on the TARDIS in the console room. You had been traveling with the Doctor long enough to understand the inner-workings of his ship. Your intelligence was one of the many things the Doctor loved about you, though it worried him to see you at work so late. He easily guessed why, however.

    Carefully, the Doctor approached you. He knew you knew he was there. He watched you work for a moment or two before asking, “Did you have another bad dream?”

    You kept working as if you didn’t hear him.

    “Sorry. I know you don’t like to call them dreams. They’re memories.”

    At that, your wrench paused. You brought it down to examine it, but you were blinking back tears.

    The Doctor was gentle. “What was it this time?”

    “I-it,” you tried to speak, but were cut off by your tears.

    The Doctor couldn’t take it anymore. He stepped forward and gathered you close. You broke down in his arms.

    “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he comforted, “You’re not alone. You’re never alone. I’m here, I promise.”

    Those specific words caused even more tears to fall. “It started with the four knocks. It’s always those damn knocks...” you began, “...then I-I heard the words, ‘I don’t wanna go,’ then I saw his e-eyes. I can’t get his eyes out of my head!” You hiccupped and sobbed.

    The Doctor held you close, and did his best to keep his own tears at bay. He hated that he did that to you. Well, not him per say, but a past version of him, the previous regeneration.

    It got very bad at the end, and you witnessed it all. The Doctor declared himself ‘The Time Lord Victorious,’ and broke countless rules of time. But that wasn’t what stuck with you the most: what hurt you was his eyes in his last moments. They were so tired, and hurt, and so, so sad. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw his.

    “You know...you’re not him, right?” you stated, almost reading the Doctor’s mind. “You’re so different,” you sniffled.

    The Doctor gulped, “I...may not be in the...exact same head space anymore, but I know that I never, ever wanted to hurt you. Love, I’m never going to let anything like that happen again. On my life--on all my lives--I will never hurt you again.”

    “I love you, Doctor,” you cried.

    “I love you, too, baby.” He kissed the side of your head and brought you back to your shared bedroom, where you both held each other for the rest of the night.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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[quotationsworld]

I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

— Veronica Roth

#past mistakes #past #bad desicions #regret #personality #life #fault #failures #toxic behavior #toxic thoughts #feelings of guilt #self blame #messed up #hurt #suffering #realization #pain #actions #veronica roth #quotes #words #original #relatable quotes #relatable words #poor behavior #bad person #judgment

[mostro-rotto]

When you're crying because of stress then it turns into crying over family, crying over my past mistakes, crying over losing my person, crying over the fact that they'll leave me eventually, crying about my body, crying about my life.

#quote #quotes #quotes tumblr #tiktok quotes #phrases #text #words #writing #cry #crying #stress #family #past mistakes #losing #person #leave #body #life

[gizmomk]

#self care #self love #self loathing #funny #past mistakes

[bullet-prooflove]

Past Mistakes Part 8: Buried- Mike Duarte x Reader

Tagging: @spooky-pomegranate @julieelliewrites @telepathay @nessamc​   @xmoonknightlyx​   @jayblackpanther​   @crazy4chickennuggets​   @annetje​   @mysoulisasunflower​    @littleone65 @thesandbeneathmytoes​    @storiesofsvu​  @kabloswrld @xoxabs88xox @katluke25 @mydarkestsecretlol  @bbyxoo @evee87  @adesertdaydream  @the-hinky-panda @kimm4710 @wooshwastaken @justreblogginfics @hearthockey @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @multilin21 @letty-olaya @rosaliedepp @storiesofsvu @guitita @smellsliketeensspiryt @legit9thlunaticwarrior @giuls-ver @witches-unruly-heart @melaniecraig80 @elizabeththebat

Part One: Try  

Part Two: Hope (NSFW)

Part Three: California

Part Four: Favours

Part Five: Choices

Part Six: Truth Hurts

Part Seven: Sharing

Mike had never met Captain Declan Murphy before, but he had heard of him. He was renowned in the NYPD for taking down one of the largest sex trafficking operations in the US before disappearing to Serbia. Now he was heading up the Manhattan division of the Hate Crimes Unit and sitting on Benson’s couch, sipping from a mug of coffee with a silver laptop perched on the beechwood table in front of him.

“Declan Murphy, Manhattan Hate Crimes.” He greeted Mike, rising to his feet and shaking Mike’s hand with a firm grasp.

“Mike Duarte, Bronx Gangs.”  Mike returned; his dark brows furrowed in confusion. “Why am I here?”

“Benson told me about your situation.” Murphy said bluntly, gesturing for Mike to sit in the armchair across from him. “Your girl effectively being held hostage by one of our unit chiefs to cover a sexual assault.”

It was like someone had thrown a match onto a pile of dry kindling. Mike’s head snapped towards Benson as she slipped into the seat beside of Murphy. He knew what they were doing, putting up a united front and he fucking hated it. He hated that something so personal was being aired out in the open as if it as just some frivolous titbit.

“That was private.” Mike snarled at Benson, jabbing his finger at her. “You had no fucking right.”

“Duarte, I know you feel betrayed right now...”

“You have no fucking idea what I am feeling.” He cut her off with the swipe of his hand. “You paint yourself as an advocate for victims and now you’re blabbing their secrets.”

“Things have changed.” Benson submitted quietly. “I want to show you something.”

She reached for the laptop, turning it around so that Mike could see the screen. He said nothing as he removed his glasses from the pocket of his jacket and put them on. It took his eyes to second to adjust before he pressed the play button.

“This is Sergeant Khaldun and Detective Parlato-Goldstein at the Evidence Locker in Staten Island. We were directed here after interviewing Detective Samuel Ramsey of the Anti-Crime Unit regarding an undercover operation sanctioned by Chief McGrath into the First Nationals, a white supremacist organisation operating in the Bronx. He was reportedly the handler in this investigation up until two years ago when he raised concerns to Chief McGrath regarding the viability of the operation. We’re going to break the seal on the evidence box now.”

Mike leaned forward, his hands grasping the laptop tightly as he watched Khaldun slice open the red tape securing the box.

“The box appears to contain dozens of USB drives, each one labelled with a date. The earliest appearing to be from May 2019. The evidence log confirms they’re unprocessed.”  

There was a moment where Mike would swear to God, he felt his heart stop. For a brief second there was the absence of anything, his brain refused to function as he processed this new information, because he knew that handwriting. The elegant slant, the looped letters. You had always had neater form than him, you used to tease him about writing in block capitals, because it read like he was shouting. His eyes fucking burned. He removed his glasses, his fingertips rubbing over his stinging eye sockets as he spoke.

“He buried them. He fucking buried them to keep her under...”

There was silence for a moment as Mike shoved the laptop back onto the coffee table and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wanted to hit something, to scream and shout and rage because this went beyond anything Mike could have imagined. This was McGrath throwing shovelfuls of dirt in your face and hoping you suffocated under the weight of it.

“Our teams have been working through the day processing them.” Murphy informed him, his palm closing the laptop with an audible snap. “There’s a lot of data to process, we’ve had to bring in TARU to verify the information but as it stands, this operation could have been wrapped up in the first six months.”

It was another blow, one that felt like it crippled him. He put a hand to his chest as the air rushed out of his lungs, it felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Benson reached out, her hand coming to rest on his forearm as she looked at him with a grim expression.

“Duarte.” She said softly as he inclined his head to meet her gaze. “Do you understand what we’re saying?”

“Are you telling me that the last two and a half years of this operation have been pointless?” He asked them, his voice raising an octave. “That she could have been out in the world, living her life?”

“Yes.” Benson said gently.

Mike lost it then. Something inside of him imploded and all he could imagine was the noises that Tommy McGrath would make as he beat him to death with one of the fucking trophies in his office. He wanted to watch the fucking light die in the other man’s eyes and he wanted McGrath to know why.

“Duarte.” Benson squeezed his forearm, her nails digging into the fabric of his coat in order to bring his attention back to her. “We’re going to make this right.”

“How?” he barked at her, tearing his arm away from her grasp. He didn’t want her pity or her sympathy, he wanted revenge and bloodshed. He wanted McGrath down on his knees, begging for his life. “Can you wave a magic wand and give her that time back?”

“No.” Murphy cut in, shaking his head, his expression full of remorse. “But we can get her out. We can make sure she’s safe, that she has the time and the space to process what happened to her. We can make sure that this type of shit doesn’t happen to anyone else ever again.”

“You have a plan?” Mike asked, his voice lowering an octave.

“We do.” Benson said. “But it’s going to require a lot from you.”

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