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morbid-barbie · 7 months

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"Why is it so hard to move on?"

I guess it's because of the nights you spent together talking about your dreams, their fears, your insecurities, the times they made you feel so happy that your lips ached from smiling so much. Maybe it's because you felt safe around them. I think moving on from someone you thought would stay is hard because we never imagine any moment without them. Maybe it's because with them you felt you were at peace and even after they left, your heart was always clinging onto the last bit of hope that they would look back and see that you still cherished them. You were still willing to put everything aside just to see them beside you. It's so hard to realize that the person you thought would never hurt you, suddenly became the very person to break your heart. I guess the worst part about doing away with their memories is realizing that they no longer belong there and you can't even tell them how much it hurts.

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corazon01 · 3 months

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You say we’re different because of our ages.

I say we’re different because I can see you in my future & you only see me warming your bed at night.

#personal diary #poetry #sad poem #confession #love #lust #catching feelings #I hate this #im not okay #im tryin my best #relationship pain #relationship #falling in love #i’m not special #do you even care #i don’t want to feel like this anymore

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mmnova · 10 days

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The Fog

*1:54am

"Go ahead, put anything" Tumblr says, taunting me to write.

Yet, I sit here wondering about the same emotionally unavailable love interest i've selected for this years annual "self sabotage" saga.

Pathetic...

What's interesting is how I continue to pick the ones who can't seem to express how they feel about me. They lead me along only wanting to experience my body and not my mind.

Whats more pathetic? That I rather this, than nothing at all?

It's not much to manage, this is the most low maintenance "relation" I've had. There's no tension or confusion if I literally treat this "relation" as a cold. Tend to it when it's around until it goes away again. And just be prepare in anyways, in case it comes back.

A cold...

But how it feels it far from a cold, it feels like a glow. It can feel like I'm being embraced by warmth. Like protection. The tone of his voice, his energy around me, the words he choses to use with me, the wya he place his touches me, how quick his is to embrace me when he’s about to cum.

His responses give me this energy of someone who takes their time observing people.

It gives me this euphoric feeling. It feels like a destined experience.

Like our souls could have been searching for this whole time.

our energy unite

How am I suppose to be separated from someone I feel so closely to energetically and physically. Cause the two souls share an experience it feels like a win. That destiny is beyond our measures.

What kind of curse was put on me to want to experience a full life with someone, am I supposed to be brave?

I always felt that my love may be conditioned. Though I've experience the pain of loving someone so deeply and them not wanting anything serious before, and I've tried to stop diving in so deeply but its as if I slip and fall right into the cracks of the earth.

the longing of a person who isn't going to give you themselves all the time feels like a sadistic high. Knowing how painful it'll end, you still go for it because the high in the beginning is too strong. And intoxicating. And the assumptions keeps you on edge. And the little crumb of reassurance that was given to you in a mixed signal kind of way, I stop obvious but it was attractive enough to distract you on how vague the "commitment" was within their sentence.

Yet, you give yourself the excuse " Im still young" "I don't know what I want yet" , so its should be okay to yearn after a man who doesn't give you boundaries. To be this self aware and still walk into the fire.

But those are the things that you want..

why are you punishing yourself ?

What are you searching for ?

Do you want a relationship or not ?

who are you searching for ?

*2:30am

#reading #woman #relationship pain #writing #one sided feelings #feelings #late night thoughts

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demon-of-the-ancient-world · 25 days

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Hate (affectionate) how it's made so clear from the very beginning of part 1 just how loved Paul is by his family and household. Both his parents, Duncan, Gurney, Thufir, even Dr Yueh all clearly care so deeply for this kid, and we're shown that time and time again.

Cut to the end of part two, and almost every one of those people is gone. The only ones who remain are a weird, came-back-wrong version of Jessica, and Gurney who has gone from mentor to worshipper. Paul goes from someone deeply loved and valued for who he is by a small but caring group of people - to someone followed and worshipped and feared by thousands. They're obsessed with him in a way, as a leader and "messiah", but nobody loves him.

The only one remaining who loves him for who he is is Chani, who leaves him because in the end that love isn't enough to bring who he is back.

#dune #dune part 2 #paul atreides #i am losing my MIND #upon rewatching part 1 it struck me just HOW loved paul is. and then you contrast that with his horde of followers in part 2 #none of whom will so much as touch him when he's injured badly enough that he can barely walk #he's not human anymore. he's just an idea.#i am in physical pain #something something it's about parasocial relationships & celebrity culture #like idk if that was frank or denis' intention but. i see a bit of That.

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melverie · 1 year

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Just remembered that Satan in the "A World of Our Very Own" devilgram says that he believes he was "born in order to meet MC" and it always sounded incredibly cheesy to me but then I thought about it a little more and--

Originally, Satan was just a small glimmer inside Lucifer's consciousness until Lucifer's wrath reached its peak with Lilith's death which, in turn, resulted in Satan's birth

MC is a direct descendant of Lilith after she was reborn as human

If it weren't for Lilith's death, neither of them would be here

Both of their existences are directly intertwined with one another, so in a way Satan's right

They have always been destined to be a part of each other's lives

#lilith's death is like a looming shadow that both are intrinsically tied together by #and that to this day shapes almost all moments of their lives #it's a shared pain that runs deep #yet neither of them ever actually experienced it for themselves #and yet they're the only ones that can fully understand the suffering it causes the other #i love satan & mc's relationship so mucchhhh #obey me #obey me swd #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me lilith #obey me mc #mel's starry musings

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morbid-barbie · 8 months

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“This isn’t you! How can one person to do this to you?”

For starters, they were more than just an ordinary being,

They were my everything.

Perhaps they never truly belonged to me,

And I loved them far more than they loved me.

I gazed upon them as if they held the universe within their eyes. They filled my once empty existence with vibrant life.

The moon's radiance grew stronger, and I craved it endlessly.

Love, I believed, bound us together.

An everlasting affection, I thought, would never falter. I never fathomed eternity until they came along.

Yet now, I find myself unsurprised...

Perhaps I was too ambitious, believing they could truly be mine.

My heart overflowed with their presence, and then, in an instant, they tore it all away.

Crumbled.

Shattered.

As they departed, never to turn back.

Now the moon's glow dims, casting a gray hue upon my world.

It was not merely a fragment of me that was stolen that day, but the entirety of my soul.

This rage and agony can only be born from a love so profound. I never wish to experience it again.

If this is the cost of love, I want no part of it.

I question if I am even capable of it anymore.

Too many notice the change within me, pointing out my flaws.

Too many claim there is emptiness behind my eyes, no longer recognizing the person I once was.

Too many insist that not all change is for the better, that I am deserving of more.

But they are all fools. For I am not deserving of better. If I were, would I still be in this state? If I truly possessed such greatness, why am I trapped in this despair?

Why do I disappoint those around me? Why do I self-sabotage every aspect of my life?

My sorrow starves, so I constantly nourish it.

I fear I will never reclaim my former self. But they will never know. I shall never grant them the satisfaction of that knowledge. They already hold power over me, reducing me to a mere hollow vessel, just as they are.

So cease your futile attempts to enlighten me. You waste your energy and breath.

I see no change on the horizon.

I never anticipated this fate, for it surpasses the agony of death.

At times, I feel as though I may as well be dead, for I am consumed by this lifelessness.

Oh, the sweet release...

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highhhfiveee · 6 months

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Mike x reader, with reader who works long hours during the daytime and Mike working at night which results in them barely having time to see eachother besides from dinner and bedtime

oh, you wanted angst fr 🥲 i think it could go either way, but honestly angst is what stood out to me first. i’m going to make this sadder too, just because i can 💜

to crumble (mike schmidt x reader)

tags/warnings: angst, pain, prescription drug mentions, fluff and cuteness in the beginning but not for long. mike fucks up, reader picks up his slack. things just don’t work! let me know if i missed anything! mndi.

this is long, sorry ;-; there are also probably a million errors in this, please ignore 💜

part 2 here: 🏳️

all i can think ab is the unbearable pain that replaces the love in your hearts as time goes on.

you’ve been together for half a year. things were fun at first, but once you decide to move in to help with abby, you start to see the cracks in the foundation.

in this one, reader works two jobs (bc let’s face it, this is unfortunately realistic); teaching from 9-4 and cashiering from 5-8:30. mike doesn’t want you working two jobs and you didn’t want to, but you knew that your salaries combined wouldn’t keep you afloat. abby’s school is expensive, and so is everything else in life. the extra money you get from cashiering gives you guys flexibility.

every morning at 6:30, monday to friday, you wake up alone. even though you know it’ll probably be empty, you still reach your arm over to run it over mike’s side. it’s always cold and flat, completely untouched.

you brush this off at first; it's one of the things that comes with him working overnight and you know he needs this job so that he can keep abby. you want that for him and know that love is sacrifice.

you wake abby up and start getting her ready in between fixing yourself up; brushing her teeth while you brush yours, letting her get a few more minutes of sleep in while you throw on your clothes, guiding her through packing her bag while you make breakfast. by that time, closer to 7:30, mike is finally walking into the house.

his eyes are hooded and surrounded by dark bags and you can tell he's exhausted from the way he hangs his things up lethargically. he kisses abby, who's running around collecting things, on the head, then ambles over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing along your neck.

they're soft, gentle actions that make you forget about not being able to do things like this at night. it doesn't matter when you have mornings with him, even if it's only 30 minutes before you have to go. you giggle and reach a hand up to his cheek, kissing him on his other one.

"missed you," you whisper.

"missed you too," he mumbles back, planting a kiss on your lips before stalking away to ask abby something.

you all eat breakfast together, and then you're slipping abby's coat over her shoulders before you put on your own. you usher her to the car and give mike one last kiss before you leave, a deep one that you hope he feels all day. when you pull away, you can see the affection sparkling in his eyes, low and tired but expressive nonetheless.

"i love you," he whispers, his sleepiness masquerading as love-drunkeness.

"i love you, mike. get some rest, okay?"

you drop abby off, wishing her well, before you're alone for the next 12 hours. it often drags. at your teaching job, you feel as if it's just passing you buy in waves, everything whizzing past you at light speed. you're aware that you're in front of the kids, but then you just blackout. you're thrown into autopilot, and you do this over and over until your lunch break at 1. you text mike to pass the time.

sometimes it's something silly, like "god i do not get paid enough" or "a kid just ate glue /: send help", to which mike will respond "😂😂😂" or "lol you deserve millions (:". he makes you laugh, and it's enough to help you push through the end of the day.

he picks up abby from school, asking her all about her day and what she wants for dinner. he'll text you what she says so you know what to expect when you get home, like "meatloaf 🍖🍞 (:" or "chicken alfredo 0: fancy".

for you, transitioning from teaching to customer service was easy; all you had to do was maintain that same autopilot: smile on, eyes alert, prepared for anything. no one suspected a thing when you could keep up and answer their questions.

mike helps abby with her homework, scratching his head with the eraser of a pencil when he draws blanks on a math or history question. abby only sighs, telling him about something off-topic. "art class is much more interesting."

mike starts dinner while you're closing up at work, sweeping the front end of the store and counting down your drawer. he lets abby help sometimes, and they usually have it ready for you by the time you're home at 9.

abby meets you at the door, and you hug her tight, picking her up and waltzing her back into the house. mike is setting the dining table, greeting you with a sleepy smile and, "the queen has arrived."

you all sit down and eat, and it's another one of those moments where everything feels okay. the last 12 hours didn't matter when you were able to have this at the end of it.

you tell abby and mike about your day over spaghetti, spilling details about prideful parents and spiteful customers. abby laughs all throughout, asking questions about being a cashier. mike just listens, eyes and heart floating between the two of you.

you clear the table while mike goes to get ready for work, and a wash of dread passes over you. your brain knows what's happening next. you'll kiss him goodbye, clinging to his hoodie sleeve for a second longer than you should, and then you'll settle down with abby, bathing her and reading her to sleep. then you'll be alone. it will just be you and the screech of infomercials until midnight, and then you'll be off to sleep, snuggling into a pillow that smells like mike.

you push the feeling away, shaking your head and hands and doing just as you know. there's the kiss, the night routine with abby, and the moment you sit on the couch, surrounded by tv light and the croaking of cicadas.

mike doesn't text during his shift unless it's an emergency. it makes you sad, but you understand. security requires focus, and you require sleep.

for a while, this works. it's what you and mike have to do to make ends meet, and while you both think that it'll only get better with more time at it, it doesn't.

you still wake up alone and go through the same rhythm, but when mike comes in around 7:30, it's not 7:30 anymore. it's 7:39, then 7:45, then 7:58. the latest he's ever been, so late that you're not able to eat with him. he shrugs it off when you mention it, kissing your cheek and retreating to the bedroom to sleep.

you drop abby off as usual, and go to work. work. work. work.

mike starts missing your lunch break texts, sometimes dozing dangerously close to when abby's school lets out. while your class works, you bitterly stare at your text conversation. your unanswered "shaping america's future is kinda sick" message stares back at you until it's replaced by abby's school calling. your heart drops to your stomach as you step out of the room to take the call, answering the phone with, "is she okay?"

mike didn't pick her up. she's out at 2:30 and it's 3:30 now, and she's crying and scared because he didn't pick up the phone, and she always calls him first.

you leave work in a flurry, asking a fellow teacher to take over, and you speed to abby's school, not caring about tickets or police or anything. you only want to get her home.

mike is dashing out of the door when you pull up, wrenching a sobbing abby out of your backseat and clutching her close. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he breathes, smoothing her hair and looking up at you with regret etched into every feature on his face.

you try your best to hide your upset, ushering everyone inside before changing into your work clothes. you were going to be late, but you shake it off. abby was home and that was all that mattered.

"hey," mike reaches out to you when you're on your way out. his fingers graze their way down to your hand, and it makes you wish that you could stay home. "thanks for that. i've just been super tired lately and i overslept and---"

"it's okay, baby," you give him a tight lipped smile and a kiss on the knuckles. "just don't let it happen again."

it happens again. and again. and again. it happens so many times that abby starts to think mike is forgetting about her, and you don't know how to get that out of her head. she cries about it more and more with each time you have to pick her up. he stops running out to apologize, still asleep inside.

you rush into the bedroom. he's splayed out over the bed, snoring loudly with his arm hanging over the side. you find an orange pill bottle on his nightstand. an old ambien prescription.

you argue with him before work sometimes.

"what do you need ambien for?"

"i can't sleep."

"but every morning, you skip breakfast to sleep."

"i do fall asleep, but i started waking up out of it. i just take the ambien to help me fall again."

"what time do you take it?"

"i don't know, y/n."

"why are you lying to me?"

"i'm not."

"what time?" you cry, grasping at your chest. a sharp pains thud through your ribcage, and you literally sob. it feels like your heart is tearing in two. "you stare at times, mike. what time do you take the ambien?"

he doesn't answer you and he doesn't know why. it would be so easy to tell you that he takes it at 9 or 10, and that he believes he'll be able to wake himself up around 2 but he doesn't. he can’t sleep without the ambien. he needs it now because he kept himself up in the early days of this, mind toiling over their situation, the endless reassurance that this would work sending him into insomnia.

you leave when he doesn't answer, wiping at your watery eyes and runny nose.

you cashier as a shell of yourself. abby stops asking mike for homework help, and eventually he stops cooking dinner too, trading all that time in for extra sleep after picking her up. you have to explain the situation to your retail store manager, just in case mike forgets again, and start looking after abby more. mike only ever made time to spend with her on the weekends, content with awkward moments over lunch and low energy bickering.

the lunch break texts stop. the dinner texts stop.

he's dressed and ready to leave when you get home these days, prepared to exit as you enter. you don't know what to say as you face each other in the doorway, eyes focused on anything but each other. you don’t even kiss anymore.

"i think abby's asleep already."

you shake your head. "i think she's really sad. she hasn't been coming out of there like she used to. she misses you."

"i miss her too, of course. i'm just busy."

"all you do is work, mike," you deadpan, exhausted with him. you never thought you'd ever get to a point where you looked at mike, the sure love of your life, with disdain, but you felt it creep into you ever so slightly.

"yeah, i know. it fucking sucks, but it's what i have to do to keep abby."

you scoff, scooting past him to take your coat and bag off. "as if you're going to keep her by leaving her at school everyday." it's supposed to be under your breath, but the disdain creeps onto your tongue, bitter and raging, and you say it aloud, to his face.

his jaw clenches and his brown eyes burn, staring you down with an unrelenting severity. you hunch yourself over, dropping your head and sighing out, "mike, i'm sorry. i didn--"

he leaves without another word.

how it got to this, neither of you know. not even the weekends healed anymore. mike caught up on sleep, you caught up on grading, and in your downtime, you avoided each other. for him, it felt easier than being around you. you were irritable all the time, a quick fuse with any word he could think to speak.

for you, it seemed like it was what he wanted. time away from you, from abby, from everyone; time to be alone and recharge for the only thing he ever did, the only thing that was keeping his sister in his care.

you didn't even remember what his touch felt like, what he tasted like. the man that you loved had become but a memory, a ghost that passed through your plane. you’re able to imagine his fluffy hair, his perfect smile, his laugh, his rich smell, but none of it mattered. he didn’t feel like yours anymore.

you suppose it was the same for him, with you existing in the same space but only tangible to him some of the time. he would catch glimpses of your smile, laughing at something on your phone, or talking to abby, meet your eyes when you shuffled back to the bedroom from the bathroom, rimmed in red from crying for the last 30 minutes.

he starts sleeping on the couch, unable to even lay beside you.

mike does a lot of crying. a lot of screaming into his pillow, wondering why he fucks these things up so badly. you do the same, wondering why you stay in situations that hurt you.

this goes on for longer than you two would like, so long that you don't even celebrate your one-year anniversary.

the day passes without noise, mike sleeping and you working.

a prequel of sorts : x

THIS WAS SO FUCKING LONG MY BBBBBBBB OMG. i did NOT mean to go this deep in, i just felt SOOOOO MUCH! my little brain got sad ): i could go deeper into this too one day, breaking up moments into specific little blurbs or ficlets d: let me know if y'all even enjoyed this lmaooo off to write for Halloween lol

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt angst #fnaf angst #fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf fic #faire’s mike schmidt <3 #this was painful #kind of tired so it may be ass but #it feels painful #imagine your relationship just falling to pieces 💔#i made this so long #whoops #faire is writing stuff #josh hutcherson

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