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arianova · 3 days
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Written Mar 24, 2024
It was evening and Regulus was becoming concerned. Nobody had come searching for Harry and he still hadn’t coaxed out any information about the boy’s Papa. Really, he was the last person to know what to do with a child. Especially since he couldn’t just go out hunting for someone to give Harry to. 
There was a chill in the air, and misquotes were coming out to claim Regulus’ blood. So he finally decided that they should go inside. He had no desire to sleep outside and it would be lunacy to leave Harry out alone. 
With a sigh, Regulus said into the still air. “It’s getting late. Would you like to come inside, Harry?” The boy looked up from where he had been digging a hole by the Chinese chomping cabbage.
“Yes please, Mister Regulus!” Harry exclaimed and then, quite dramatically, wrapped his little arms around himself and said, “Brr, I’m so cold!” Regulus chuckled at the display.
“Come along then.”
He led Harry through his small sitting room and into the kitchen. “You May sit there.” He gestured at a small circular table with two simple wooden chairs pushed against the wall opposite his stove. “Are you hungry?” 
Little Harry elaborated onto a chair and said, “Do you have aloo gobi?” Regulus felt a pang in his chest, like there was something painful to him about Harry’s words.
“I’m afraid not. How about some nice caviar?” He joked.
“What’s cabby-ah?”
“It’s fish eggs.” Regulus said with a very serious tone. Harry’s nose wrinkled with disgust. 
“Eww! Gross, no!!”
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funkdafied · 3 days
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talked to my new therapist today and we both started crying 😭
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snorlax-and-co · 3 days
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Post therapy snuggles.. how does he always know when we need him 🥺
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leenlue · 17 hours
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I've been counting with tally marks on my body the days I haven't been quite myself.
I think I'm up to triple digits,
Sometimes it's hard to tell.
- d. g.
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I’ve been thinking about messaging T for a week now, I wanted to tell her about d3 turning 18. Today I finally got round to it. We had a brief message exchange. Kind of unsatisfying. I feel really torn between wanting to keep our therapy relationship as the special time it was and keep T kind of idealised, versus keep some sort of relationship now that risks diluting that therapy time we had and will probably only serve to de-idealise her.
I read a thing somewhere about how after therapy ends, your therapist lives in on in your brain in the hippocampus, helping you make decisions and manage emotions as if you still had your therapist and therapy there. That can only happen because you keep them in that idealised position where they are wise and all-knowing. If you get to know them too much in real life, you lose that image of them and your brain no longer feels them as that nurturing, regulating, stabilising imaginary presence, and the therapy magic wears off. (That was probably a terrible paraphrase but it does make sense)
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thoughtstherapy · 5 months
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selfhealingmoments · 8 months
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purrsongs · 3 months
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on colors and being different and not being enough for yourself
(please reblog instead of liking)
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miggsboson · 1 year
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It hurt, but I don’t regret it. 
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bfpnola · 8 months
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UPDATE! REBLOG THIS VERSION!
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ashleyrguillory · 1 year
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And I didn’t talk to him ever again
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z-mizcellaneous-z · 8 months
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Everyone seemed to really need/appreciate this last time I did it so I'm doing it again:
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liesandnights · 2 years
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To lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given side-eye when you tried to fit in.... you are so worthy of love.
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