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catsanddaydreams · 1 month
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I wonder when it changed.
When I started doing the bare minimum and calling it enough.
Occasionally checking in, asking questions with no real intention behind them.
Guilt lifting off my shoulders each time I performed.
How are you?
Fine.
What are you up to?
Nothing much.
How was your day?
Okay.
I didn't ask because I cared, I hadn't cared for months.
I followed the dance of love, a routine I knew every step to.
Cold and calculated.
I ignore the truth I realized long ago.
We aren't what we used to be and will never be that for each other again.
At some point I stopped asking altogether.
You've never complained, always taking the bits of myself I offer to you.
Is it me I offer?
Or simply a ghost of who I was for you?
A shadow
A memory
Do you respond? Do you love?
Do I love?
What is love if not the fear of being alone?
Are you afraid of being alone?
I know how I would answer if you truly reached out again.
How are you?
Numb.
What are you up to?
Missing what we once were.
How can we find our way back to each other?
But you don't ask, and neither do I.
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howifeltabouthim · 4 months
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I have shown you the wreckage of my relationships. I know you won't make the same mistakes.
Lisa Taddeo, from Animal
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hypnoticdior · 2 years
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quotationsworld · 2 years
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It’s sad isn’t it? I once thought worlds of you and now you’re just another lesson.
— Beau Taplin, The Lesson
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posixiety · 1 year
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How To Not Hold Her Hand
Attempting to find your courage is often a difficult endeavor. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you obsess over the smallest choice. It’s simple, really. When you hold someone’s hand all you’re really doing in lacing your fingers with theirs and lightly squeezing. At least that’s one way to do it. However, overthinking your hand holding style defeats the purpose of reaching over and committing to the act.
Now, this really shouldn’t too complicated. She’s right beside you. Oblivious to the fact that your mind is racing over holding her damn hand. It would be so easy to brush beside her and take it. Confidence would go a long way. She chatters about something on her mind. Only a few things stick as you try your damn hardest to compose. She’s super excited about the podcast she recommended. Telling you about the wild shit she’s experienced and how she loves it when men take control.
 “Yeah yeah yeah. I hear you.”. He mutters back.
His hands in his pockets so he doesn’t accidently make an awkward attempt. She famously rolls her eyes. Nearly mirroring an emoji, one would find on a smart phone. “A girl’s gotta eat you know.”
 The funny thing about this is that you know she’s talking to someone right now. Well not literally, but there’s always another guy. Despite your efforts. But here you are with her for once and trying to prove why you would be better for her. Not that holding her hand would mean anything other than she would look at you annoyed and probably tolerate it until you stopped. Maybe this wouldn’t be the best idea. You look at her and admire her for a moment. Confused why you wanted her so badly. She doesn’t care much. Not nearly as much as you.
“You know, I think I need to head out. A lot of work to do at home.” You explain. 
Looking for an out as your thoughts get anxious. She stops and looks up at you. Looking almost as if she has some concern. 
“Get out of your head and enjoy the day. If you keep having expectations, you’ll only be disappointed.”
You swear she must have read your mind. Clearly, she knows how you feel. That only makes the anxiety worse. 
“No. I really do have to get going. It was a nice walk. I’m happy with my book.” You gesture to your other hand, the one that knows exactly what it should be holding. 
She sighs and nods. “Okay, bye.” 
And that was it. She kept walking. Obviously frustrated with how that turned out. You know better than to call after her because you know it won’t go the way you want. She feeds off attention and there’s always going to be another guy. So, you turn yourself around and head back to your car.
 That’s not how you should hold her hand. No, not at all.
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ambrosiagourmet · 3 months
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I think one of the biggest tragedies of Laios & Falin and their relationship is how much his actions impact her life. But like. Specifically how much they WOULDN’T impact her life as much if they weren’t both stuck in such a shitty abusive situation.
This part of the Falin-tries-makeup daydream hour comic is what got me thinking about it again because truly it just... it seems like such a like an offhand comment that I'm sure Laios didn't mean to be cruel or anything. That's just like. A little kid not thinking about what they are saying. ESPECIALLY when the kid in question is Laios.
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But man they depended on each other SO much as kids. Too much. It really feels like they didn't have any other source of positive reinforcement, or anyone else to share themselves with. So of course an offhand comment like that has a huge impact on Falin.
Or this little bit from one of the flashbacks:
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This tears me apart. Do you think it tears him apart to think about? I think it does. I think Laios holds every small failure to care for Falin against himself.
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And then there's the Bigger stuff. The way that him coping with his own trauma ended up impacting her.
Like his interest in monsters. Like him going to find a ghost, and accidentally revealing Falin's magic to the whole village in the process.
Like him needing to leave. And leaving her behind.
He shaped her life so much, and he carries so much guilt for it. And again, there should have been other people there to help. The same things that made Laios need to leave home are the things that made his leaving so hard on Falin. She ate alone after that. She shouldn't have had to eat alone just because Laios wasn't there.
She was 9 when he left for school, and he was 11.
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Nine. And Laios feels like he failed her because he didn't stand by her through this better. As an eleven year old.
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Both of these kids deserved so much better from the world.
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ijumpedacrossforyou · 11 months
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Sundays
This was one of our days. I had him twice a week to myself. I use that loosely, as even what he’d dedicated to me was never significant and could never even be promised. Times could be further constrained or lost altogether to his priorities. As sad as it made me to lose out on those precious moments, I always understood. I have never wanted to be in competition with his children. His commitment to them is something I’ve always admired and appreciated. Now my mind is more flooded with doubt than ever. How many of those times were actually self-servient? Just how often did he falsely blame his children for keeping him away?
I think of a few different times where he told me he loved me more than he loved them. Of course, he was always drunk when he said these things. He once seriously considered abandoning them for me. He would never have been able to do that and I told him so. Our relationship never would have lasted because he would have ended up resenting me (funny how that turned out). Another time, I tried weaning myself from him. I made a text schedule for myself and slowly began going longer and longer between contacting him. It was five weeks into my plan before I think he realized what I was doing and called me in the middle of the night to pick him up somewhere. I ended up spending the rest of the night with him and having a fairly serious conversation in the morning when I tried to leave. He wouldn’t let me. We needed to talk.
He told me he thought he was in love with me. I was offended, because he had already told me he was several times. I told him if he didn’t mean it, he needed to stop saying it. Not to say it just because he thinks it’s what I want to hear. He corrected himself and said he knew he did. He loved me so much and thought about me everyday - I was his very first thought waking up. He was always wondering how I was doing and hoped I was okay and wished he could wake up next to me and just be with me all the time, everyday. He loved me so much. He loved me more than he loved his kids, but he couldn’t give me what I deserved and it killed him, because I deserved everything. He said he didn’t want to stop seeing me but knew it wasn’t fair to keep me waiting for things to change. He couldn’t leave his kids and didn’t know what to do. This was almost two years ago.
I waited. I would have kept waiting, but he shattered the illusion with his lies and omissions. I fear this was all a creation I painted up and clung to so dearly because it was mine. I didn’t want it to be anything else, even when he kept telling me and showing me it wasn’t actually my idea. But I crafted it myself, with my bare hands and brilliant mind, so it had to be real. The alternative is I spent nearly five years living a fever dream with someone who woke up before me.
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tiffanyachings · 10 months
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what i love about the queer women rep in tlt is that so much of it is just like. gideon reading her titty magazines but getting zero action. ianthe trying to kiss harrow and getting rejected. harrow begging a hallucination of a corpse to have sex with her and getting rejected. marta turning down judith, judith turning down corona, corona unsuccessfully flirting with camilla. nona's one-sided attraction to corona and camilla. camilla’s third-wheeling (x3) and plain lack of interest in getting it on with anyone. gideon and ianthe fighting over harrow when they’re both losing out to a frozen ice bimbo. ‘but she never gave you anything. you never got anywhere.’ ‘did you???’ << honestly sums it up.
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ew-selfish-art · 10 months
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Dp x dc AU - If the Internation Space Station orbits the Earth 16 times a day, then so does the Watchtower.
Danny’s on track to move out of his parent’s house and move to Gotham for college (He swears that Sam bribed the board to let him in- and she wasn’t even going to that university!) but the dorms don’t open for another three days and he cannot wait to escape. Seeing his parents try to perfect yet another weapon to use against him while he changed out the ecto filters on the portal was too much. He’s completely over the idea of staying when he already has everything packed and ready to go.
The solution? Take all his boxes into his haunt in the Ghost Zone, leave them there and then spend some time in camping in space. He’s already explored the Infinite Realms enough to be bored of it for a minute (not to mention he wants to avoid getting more ‘favors’ to do from Clockwork) and hell, he just wants to see some stars.
He grabs his tent, a sleeping bag and all the food and things he could need and brings it into the atmosphere with him. Keeping it all tethered to him, Danny stays in a fixed position above Gotham (Cause that’s where he’s going next, duh) and treats himself to some quality Me-time.
Only problem is that several times a day he has to make himself intangible while he lets satellites and things pass through. Easy enough and honestly pretty interesting to observe as a wannabe engineering student.
He doesn’t know when exactly it happened the first time- but it turns out the Heroes of Earth all congregated in a satelite office building? It was bigger than the ISS! What the heck!?
Going intangible but not invisible, the JL spot Danny and are incredibly confused how an ‘Alien’ teen just happens to appear in their meeting rooms disappearing at the rate (slowly but surely) of the Watchtower moving through space. Was that camping gear? How was he roasting a marshmallow? Did propane camping stoves even work in space??
16 times a day they get the opportunity to ask Danny a few questions. He mostly ignores them or gives them joke answers. Eventually Martian Manhunter phases through the Watchtower to join him.
They talk about how hard transition periods in life can be and having strained relationships with family. J’ohn returns to the watchtower on its next cycle and reports that the kid is just fine, being an adult is just a hard thing to do.
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uniquetempo · 13 years
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Watch me as I dive into these deep rough waters Watch me as I make the leap, displaying elegance Watch as I drown and breath again Watch as I scream and struggle for help For I knew from the beginning I will sink Yet this leap I took with faith, believing I would be saved Rest in peace and remember, I finally believed in you…
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lazarus-james · 2 years
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wrong
my family has a very incorrect understanding on who i am
and i don’t want to fix their misunderstandings. because then i’d have to tell them about the amount of times my heart has hurt.
they think i am picky. that i do not love lightly.
they are wrong, for i love deeply, and i have loved many.
it is not often i am loved back.
and maybe that is what i don’t want them to know. that i am not worth other’s hearts. for i do a poor job of protecting my own.
they think i have never wanted another’s company.
i sometimes fall asleep wishing the weight of the blanket were someone’s hand.
they think i am fine with this. because that is my manta when i wake up in the morning.
but i cannot face their eyes, when they see i’ve never shown them the self i truly am. the one who is not able capture another’s love, but still loves in earnest.
i cannot tell my family they are wrong, that they see a version of me that is better, different, more than the truth reflects.
my family has a very incorrect understand on who i am.
and i don’t want to fix their misunderstandings. because then i’d have to tell them about the amount of times i wasn’t chosen back.
i’d rather have them think i simply haven’t chosen yet.
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katiebell · 10 months
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hypnoticdior · 2 years
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treasureplcnet · 6 months
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inverness here they come!!!!
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tiredalwayss · 11 months
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Beyond Evil: from distrust to devotion
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poisonheiress · 3 months
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Someone needs to say it: The "Heaven is actually bad" plot line that Hazbin is based around is useless when you spend more then 2 minutes thinking about Vivzie's Hell and her characters.
Besides it being much too early for this idea, the revelation that Heaven or at least the beings running it aren't good people has little to no impact when the people who are being harmed by this are all horrible people. Stay with me here. None of these people are people who were unfairly brought into hell and we are never ever introduced to someone who was either. Why should we care that Heaven is "evil" and blocking redemption when all the sinners in hell we see are the worst of the worst who would have never gotten in even if it was fair.
For the "Heaven is bad" plot line to actually work, you need people who were just one sin away from Heaven, who would've gotten into Heaven if circumstance hadn't forced them down a path that stole it from them. You need characters who aren't comedic villains but land in the middle of morally grey. Those who deserved to be in Heaven but because Heaven refused to consider their circumstances, they were tossed to burn with people much worse than them. Those are the people who should be your main cast cause those are the people who would actually be impacted by Heaven being bad/ Heaven lying.
Angel dust, for all his trauma, was still part of the mafia and likely had killed people before (showing to almost take joy in it). Husk became an overlord and gambled souls, so he had to have had blood on his hands before hell. Alastor is a serial killer, and the list goes on and on. Sure, these characters are (somewhat) interesting, but they don't make for good characters to have when the key plot line is that Heaven is a scam. Even if that fact is true, none of them were ever going to get there in the first place and this is something we also se in every single background sinner shown in Hell too. They were never close to getting there, so why would they or we care that Heaven is bad when all sinners are shown to be horrific people who are at best in the dark grey area of morality.
If you look at it from the "angel's are unfairly killing sinners" route, it still doesn't work. If the angels are killing them, what makes it different then the sinner on sinner violence that hell is full off? Why is them dying by angels this bad thing when they are just as likely if not 10x times more likely to get knifed in the back by other sinners in hell the other 364 days, especially when everyone here apparently is just as horrible as the next person. You cannot condemn the angels for killing demons and then make a joke of out sinners killing each other and never show sinners who doesn't want to kill people. Life either matters or it doesn't and when the main cast doesn't even show a care for life (outside of Charlie's who's entire flaw is her naivety), why should the audience.
On top of that, Vivzie's whole overpopulation aspect and the Heaven plot line would connect better if she actually had people like those I mentioned above, people who stole to survive but got tossed out cause stealing is technically wrong, people who killed another to protect someone else but were still sent to hell because even though they saved that person's life that person wasn't supposed to be saved, people who passively engaged in sins but never really did anything harmful under them. This would add into how Hell is so overpopulated and highlight why its so important that Heaven is evil/ why Charlie's plan isn't just a naive pathetic fever dream.
In the end, Vivzie should have never made Heaven the central plot of this show nor tried to assign this blatant good vs evil to that conflict. Neither her characters nor her writing choices are able to respond to this conflict in a way that will end or even tell the story in a satisfactory manner.
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