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And darling, you need to be patient with yourself. The pain does not vanish overnight. You heal one day at a time, one step at a time. And maybe, just maybe, in six months from now, you will find yourself enjoying a day where the pain ceases to exist. Be gentle on yourself, allow the healing process to take place.
Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #411
09.04.2023
11:17 pm.
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xiaoaluo · 3 months
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to be honest i hardly ever cry over a book. It’s been a hot minute since i did. until tgcf came through. the amount of tears i shed over the eighth volume only is beyond ridiculous, i tell you this much
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luoo-c · 9 months
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Sketch to avoid losing my mind everytime i remember THAT ep.
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noctumbra · 10 months
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have you ever felt bad because you wanted something and you had no money so you asked for your parents to buy it for you but it made you so guilty and when they told you that they cannot get it because it just too high in price so you just wanted to throw yourself off of somewhere because you feel worthless and so fucking broke that you had to ask from them to get something you want—
was it ever hard for you to ask for money from your parents?
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delacately-divine · 1 year
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I've Never Been Hurt Quite Like This….
A love so pure, so gentle, and kind.
Enough to let down my guards
& allow you access to every part of me.
Mind, body & soul.
Full of comfort, trust,
& laughter…oh the laughter …
It’s what made us so close.
Only to have my heart completely shattered,
by the same person who had reconstructed it.
Only to be deceived ,
by the same person who convinced me to trust them.
Only to be thrown away,
after 6 years of countless loyalties, love, help, and care that meant nothing…
I meant nothing, to you…
That's what makes it so hard to comprehend this pain.
If I was once the girl you loved,
how could you replace me in a matter of
3 months?
The person who I fell in love with is gone.
Whatever is left of him is simply what the darkness left for me to see.
How someone you thought so highly of,
can turn into someone you never thought they could be.
Cold. Blunt. Aggressive.
Consumed by the demons I fought endlessly to save you from.
To someone I no longer recognize, someone I cannot fathom to accept.
You are not the man I once loved.
He died and took part of me with him that night.
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apieceofmin · 11 months
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Due to my life being so busy recently, I've just finished watching Queen Charlotte and all I can say is...
Love can be so beautiful as it is tragic.
All of the story broke my soul beyond repair, I don't know how I can heal from this.
Maybe with time.
But tonight, hide from the heavens with me.
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turianspeedjunkie · 2 years
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@crassussativum
Velox had slept for a solid ten hours. He’d been given a wheelchair by the medbay so he could get around for the days his legs didn’t work. His first priority was to go by his unit’s barracks. Him and Crass needed to talk, his caring boyfriend who he’d found right where he’d left him before he passed out, but that had to wait. 
The barracks were dimly lit, someone had brought in a single candle, a big thing that stood in the middle of a table. The wax had melted and formed rivers down the block of it, down onto the table to pool, but no one motioned to clean it. Not yet. Some of his family, because they were his family, Velox could feel it, now more than ever, were sleeping. Others sat quiet and watched the candle. Some were speaking in low voices. 
Velox rolled in to the table and sat there too. Quiet. This was something he’d done before, many times. It was Titi’s flame, her spirit they showed their respect to. Since she couldn’t be with them, since they couldn’t burn her body. They had to release her spirit in some way. And this gave them all a chance to say goodbye. The candle would burn for twenty-four hours until there was nothing left. When Velox entered, almost half of it was already gone.
At some point, someone brought them food. None of them ate a lot. But the break in the quiet spurred conversation. And they spoke, about Titi, about their favorite moments. About times she’d been there for them. About times they’d been there for her. All of them were crying and laughing in turns. It was just the release they all needed. 
Velox stayed until the candle had burned out and their Captain stood. He said a brief prayer for Titi’s safe return to the Spirits and then he cleaned up the remaining wax from the table. This was over. They’d all had their time with her. It was time to move on.
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sikuthealien · 4 months
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How to get tf out of lovesickness?
I'm already down bad. And something related to it happened again yesterday, and all my hopes on moving on came down crashing. Help anyone?
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sozero · 11 months
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On Forgiving Yourself
I am constantly reliving memories of me not at my best. Embarrassing moments going all the way back to my childhood, moments of vulnerability, terrible things I did to people who maybe didn’t deserve it. A highlight reel of all of these moments in time that I desperately wish I could just forget, which invokes a self-loathing so strong I feel it in my very bones and I wonder if I ever had the capacity to be good. (I recently found out that there’s a term for this, it’s called a “cringe attack”)
When we make mistakes, or hurt someone, we often want to go back to them, and beg for forgiveness, or rationalize and explain the reasoning behind what we did. But this is not for the sake of the other person. It’s to make ourselves feel better. This isn’t to say that we aren’t sorry, but sometimes our apologies have ulterior motives and we don’t even realize it.
I believe this comes from a need for external validation. Low self-worth. You want reassurance that you’re a good person. You want reassurance that you are good enough and worthy. (You don’t need someone else’s forgiveness in order for you to forgive yourself. You must forgive yourself regardless.)
For me, understanding and empathy can play a big part in forgiveness, I think. When I’m able to put myself in someone else’s shoes, it’s easier for me to forgive them, rather than staring at them in anger and contempt, wondering “What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?”
And when I make mistakes, this is often the way I talk to myself, in my head, anyway. But when I take time by myself to reflect on my actions (I know it sounds corny, whatever idc), I’m able to understand where that came from and empathize and say “Oh. That’s why.” Having empathy is the first step towards forgiveness. (I sound like a camp counselor)
But even when I understand why I did what I did, I know that the other person probably doesn’t. And this makes me want to explain myself, because maybe if they understand, they can validate my experience and forgive me. But like I said, this is only to make myself feel better.
The hard truth is, no one owes you forgiveness. Sometimes, when you make a negative impression on someone (whether it’s on accident or not, maybe you’re having a bad day, perhaps your cat just died, whatever), sometimes that bad impression is going to stick and there’s nothing you can do to change that. Does that mean you’re a bad person? Of course not. But ultimately, there’s nothing you can do about it.
The beauty of life is that there are so many people on this earth, and there is always an opportunity to be a better person, make new connections, or even try to mend old ones. The beauty of life is being able to try again. There are people out there willing to get to know you, who want to understand you and who will try to.
So when you find yourself in a situation where you’ve wronged someone, and they don’t want to forgive you, they don’t want to understand you, don’t take it as a challenge to prove how good a person you are. You don’t get to decide if someone else’s opinion of you is valid or not, and how someone else feels about you isn’t indicative of your worth. Don’t beg for forgiveness, and don’t beg to be understood. Don’t try to change their narrative. Trying to understand why someone thinks and acts the way they do is incredibly taxing. Forgiving someone who’s wronged you is freaking hard. These are tremendous asks of someone, and you must accept that not everyone is willing to give this to you, and they don’t have to. No one owes you anything. The only person who can always forgive you, and the only person who will listen with empathy in order to understand you, is yourself.
If and when you do get the opportunity to a second chance to someone you’ve hurt, and you feel the need to explain yourself, ask yourself, if you want to explain yourself because you want the other person to understand you better, to strengthen your connection, or if you want to explain yourself in order to rationalize your actions and bring solace to your guilt. (I don’t know if I used solace correctly. Ah well. Can’t be helped.)
If you’re not interested in having a relationship/bond/connection with this person, let them misunderstand you. You don’t need to be understood or liked by everyone. Someone else’s opinion of you is none of your business. This quote comes to mind that I think about often, “There’s always a chance of you being the villain in someone else’s story.”
This is all to say, learn to forgive yourself. As long as you are learning from your mistakes and apologizing when you are wrong, you aren’t a terrible person.
I guarantee you, that whatever you did that you feel is so horrible, there are people who have done the same thing and have gone on living their lives. Don’t let yourself be a prisoner of your own guilt. When you’re looking back at fucked up shit you did and cringing, that is a sign of growth, because your morals don’t align with your actions. You must forgive yourself and move on. Don’t punish yourself forever.
I wish I could tell you how to forgive yourself, how to accept and move on, but I’m still working on that myself. But something that makes me feel a little better is telling myself that my mistakes aren’t a life sentence. A fresh start is a mental construct. Tomorrow can be a blank slate if I want it to be. Today I will text my friends and tell them I love them. Today I will go outside and smile at everyone I pass. Today I will offer help to my family. Maybe I did something shitty yesterday, but I can always try to be a little better than I was yesterday.
TL;DR: Forgive yourself. Stop mulling over your mistakes and cringe-worthy moments. Everyone fucks up and does embarrassing shit sometimes. Accept the things you can’t change (like the past, or how others view you) and focus on what’s in your locus of control (like how you treat people in the present). You are not a terrible person, you’re just a learning what it means to be human.
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cherrys1lk · 1 year
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I look at pictures from the past and i cant help but cry
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inertflouride · 1 year
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Whenever you find yourself missing your ex, just ask yourself: Do you miss the person you loved or do you miss the feeling of being in love?
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skyrchives · 6 months
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I tried writing letters for someone else but it doesn't feel the same way I wrote about you.
I guess a piece of you still lingers in the tip of my pen.
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gaealldae · 2 years
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"sometimes i think of running away with you, somewhere far away, where people don't know us, leaving everything behind, and living with you happily, forever."
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sleepyscl · 9 months
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I don’t think I’m in love with you still. I just need to know if you would acknowledge me at the grocery store if you saw me first. Show me we’re not yet strangers.
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soulmatescoexist · 1 year
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isn't it kinda funny kinda sad that we still remember each other's birthdays even though we don't talk anymore and are completely out of each other's lives. i know that you remember my birthday and you know that i remember yours as well yet none of us do anything about it :/
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delacately-divine · 10 months
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I hate that you damaged me SO much.
When there’s finally someone who can give me everything you could not.
I still cannot love them fully because of the trauma you caused.
It’s like even when you’re gone, you’re still here.
You might as well tighten the noose around me.
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