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#I don’t love you anymore
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I went to Ricky Montgomery’s concert last night in Boston and holy shit
That was also the first concert I’ve ever gone to and it was probably the best night I’ve ever had in my life
I have so many videos and pictures lol
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vizthedatum · 9 months
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So I uh was gonna do work and then found out I’m divorced and have been chatting with friend, brother, misc messages from friends, and now crying while thanking my one friend who housed me and dragged me to the courthouse to file for divorce. She knew it was DV before I even told her all the things that happened. So many people carried me here.
The important thing is:
I did this.
If I can do this, I can conquer my fear of heights and the dark… and then *this is a threat and promise* I can do anything.
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mytearsarethestars5 · 2 years
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I feel your touch, and I feel nothing. I think of him - and I feel nothing. Just how long did I beg for this numbness, and why do I miss the familiar ache in my heart when I should be in utter bliss? Are growing pains not even painful at all, or am I just done growing for now?
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pickpoet · 1 year
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I don’t love them anymore. I am satisfied with what I have. This friendship. This friendship is enough. We would not work out as lovers. I only wish I got to this point sooner. Could’ve saved myself from all that pain
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esrah-rah-rasputin · 1 year
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Kind of related to that post I made a couple days ago but I love you people who make “odd” animal-like noises, especially people who don’t do that on purpose, I love you people who growl when they’re frustrated, I love you people who mimic the animals around them, I love you people who bare their teeth when feeling threatened/on edge, I love you people who make purring noises when they’re happy/satisfied
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icaruspendragon · 2 months
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something the women in my family are absolutely flabbergasted by every time it comes up is the fact that i don’t own a scale.
“how do you know how much you weigh??” they cry.
“i don’t.” i simply respond.
“you look thinner, have you lost weight?” they ask at christmas.
“i dunno.” i say as i check on the turkey.
“you look bigger, have you gained weight?” they probe, as if my weight rests on their shoulders.
“i’m not sure, but it’s fine if i have.” i respond with a casualness they cannot comprehend.
“don’t you want to know if you’ve lost or gained?” they inquire over cups of coffee and a plate of untouched cookies.
“i do.” i take a sip. “which is why i don’t need to know.”
“we don’t understand.” they say.
“i’ll drive myself mad if i know. it’s been a question i’ve been looking for the answer to since i was in the seventh grade and my weight was the topic of conversation for the first time; the stretch marks on my calves puberty brought being questioned and condemned. and so i started weighing myself once a day. then twice a day. i gained weight as i grew and was told to stop. i got depressed when i was 16 and the weight i gained was more concerning than the scars on my thighs. the critiques turned to compliments during my first year of college when i’d started skipping meals and my body had to feed itself because i wouldn’t. everyday i stepped on the scale and smiled as i watched that number get smaller and smaller. hunger felt like victory. i started doing drugs that took away my appetite and then my strength. and started feeling guilt when my stomach felt full. and suddenly every time i looked in the mirror i hated what i saw. the more weight i lost, the better i was supposed to feel. each remark on another part of my body lost felt like a slap to the face. i was told i looked good but i knew i wasn’t good enough. and so i tried harder. and then i started to get dizzy when i stood. and i ignored it like i’d learned to ignore my hunger. and then one day at work i dropped like the weight that was never enough after i bending at the waist to grab a milk cap from the floor. and when the darkness faded, i was surrounded by panic as an ambulance was called. and then i was tested and prodded and poked because they thought something was wrong with my heart. and the problem persisted but they never found out why. but i’d known all along. and then i left home and its scale behind. and moved into a new home that was mine. so i bought plates and sheets and art for the walls. but i didn’t buy a scale. then every time i walked down an aisle i’d see the them and pause. and i’d think about the hunger i now kept at bay. and even though i didn’t know how much i weighed, i didn’t notice my body had changed. and i’d think about how i hadn’t been dizzy for months. and how i hadn’t fainted for longer. and then i’d keep on walking. and now most days i like how i look.”
“but don’t you want to be skinny?” comes their quiet response.
“i want to be myself in whatever body i have.”
they stare in disbelief. so i shrug my shoulders, and grab a cookie. and i smile at them as i swallow the first bite.
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letraspal · 2 months
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Happy Birthday Baz Pitch! Never forget you were brought to this world with love.
(Also, happy birthday to the one and only @rainbowrowell)
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suja-janee · 3 months
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(Mostly) Harumi centric doodle page for a friend
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saccharind · 1 month
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“Darling, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time. How about a photograph of you? There is a spot on my dresser that my eye catches the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night and I can think of nothing I’d like better than to have your picture there —“
from Other People’s Love Letters, edited by Bill Shapiro
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benkyoutobentou · 30 days
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tinyydinosaurr · 16 days
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trying to fall asleep at night but then i remember literally every episode where scully thinks mulder is absolutely insane but she follows him anyways because she loves him and she’s not letting him do this alone and how mulder was willing to give up the x-files if it meant scully would be safe and how if one of them is in danger the other would literally burn down to the world to pick each other from the ashes and now i can’t fucking sleep
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thememerman · 1 year
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I went into this on Twitter but I’m gonna go into again bc I don’t have a character limit over here 🧚
THE SYMBOLISM OF CROSSHAIR LOSING HIS HELMET.
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he’s had this helmet since Aftermath. It was one of our first introductions to Imperial Crosshair and the things he was willing to do (and was at first forced to do) to get ahead and be seen as someone important to a higher cause. It represented his loyalty *screams* to the empire and the new goals he had that ended up separating him from the Batch in the s1 finale.
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and WHEN HE LOSES IT??? practically every trace of imperial Crosshair is gone too. he doesn’t care if Mayday is dead weight or not, he’s going to get him back to base or die trying. he doesn’t care about what the empire wants anymore. he doesn’t care about being a good soldier. he doesn’t care about orders. he’s more himself than he has been since the chip activated god only knows how long ago. he’s throwing everything to the wind because he cares, because he doesn’t want to be alone again, because he sees too much of the people he cares about *COUGHS* HUNTER AND CODY *COUGHS* in his brother and he can’t stand to lose him too. and then he does anyway. and Crosshair is so done and so broken that he’s literally willing to probably be executed for treason just to avenge Mayday’s death. he was ready to die right there on that godforsaken outpost and he’s not a commander anymore he’s barely even a soldier anymore it’s just. Crosshair. all alone. all over again
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dairyocchi · 21 days
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i desperately need knb (kuroko’s basketball) to get a popularity resurgence 😕 like where are all the haikyuu and other sports anime girlies at you’ll love knb trust
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papertowness · 3 months
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admittedly one of my favorite things about house ( that also drives me up a wall ) is that something Really Big happens and then the next episode they like loosely mention it like wow wasn’t it crazy that that happened . anyway haha
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i use dissociation more than anything i’ve ever learned in my 10yrs of therapy
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theghoulboysblog · 12 days
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I’m seeing a lot of mixed opinions on the new Watcher announcement so i just want to say that however you feel about it is justified! :) Your emotions are yours and you can feel them in whatever way comes to you! 💛
No matter your stance, it has been a very stressful day for all the Watcher fandom with a LOT of arguing and negativity so try to tell a Watcherina mutual you love them today! :) Send virtual hugs, send love, send messages! :) We are all just people at the end of the day dealing with a large fandom event like this one, and if you can make that stress better for anyone, that’s literally so awesome. Love y’all! :)
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