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quotationsworld · 2 years
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My whole life is made up of: "I'm sorry". I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It's like, "I'm sorry to be here". I don't want to disturb anyone.
— Yohji Yamamoto, Yohji Yamamoto: Talking To Myself
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sl8tersstuff · 2 months
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I have this silent, longing plea for people to love me and have the courage to get to know me more.
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harrypoppinss · 2 years
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Insecure
Dean Winchester x reader
This is kinda self-indulgent I guess, I just think Dean having an insecure partner is something I could see.
Warnings: angst, comfort, fluff, self-esteem issues, low self-confidence, mentions of past relationships
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You’ve never been the most breathtaking person in a crowded room; growing up your classmates made sure you knew that fact. Your self esteem was always below the line of where it should be, and when you got together with Dean it did fill up a bit.
You were doing so good, starting to appreciate how beautiful you were, starting to grow the confidence to wear bikinis and tight dresses. But, here you are now; seated at the diner table across from Sam. The waitress was skinny, blond, with blue eyes. Basically a living representation of a barbie doll. Something you used to kick yourself for not looking like.
You weren’t big, but you weren’t small either. You were on the middle ground. Dean knew of your insecurities, what triggered them and why you got they way you were today. So when he saw the way your eyes stuttered at they were fluttering shut, the way you gulped as the prissy waitress flirted with Dean right infront of you. He immediately took action.
He knew what it was like to look in the mirror and hate what you saw, it broke his heart that you had to go through that. He rested a hand on your thigh reassuringly, making sure to shut the waitress down with her flirtatious remarks. But the way he said it struck the last nerve that was keeping your emotions intact. You knew he didn’t mean it in a bad way, you knew he was saying it that way to get the point across.
“‘M sorry, but this one right here,” he said, patting your thigh that he was just squeezing reassuringly. “Is mine.” You felt your breath hitch at that. The waitress scoffed a little bit, before you felt her eyes pouring into your head that was facing towards your lap. “Oh c’mon,” she purred, leaning on the table a bit; pushing her cleavage out. Deans eyes didn’t leave the menu that he was looking at. “You can do so much better-” She was cut off by you abruptly getting out of your seat, your hair hiding the way your bottom lip was quivering, the way your eyes were leaking with the newfound tears.
Dean cursed under his breath, him and Sam simultaneously sliding out of the booths. The waitress huffed angrily tucking her pad and pen into her apron. You pushed the door of the diner open, your hands stuffing themselves into your sweatshirt pockets as you walked towards the unlocked impala. You felt bad for leaving like that, you knew how hungry Dean was, and how much he had driven. The pestering half of your brain was nagging at you that Dean was still sitting in the booth, not moving an inch from his seat.
When in reality, he was just a few paces behind you, calling out your name like a broken record. “____, just wait-” Dean said in a plea, grabbing onto the impala door before you could shut it all the way. He opened his mouth back up to say something, but you beat him to it.
“.. I’m sorry,” you croaked out, your hand swatting away the tears from your face. Dean knitted his eyebrows together at this, he didn’t know why you were apologizing. “Sweetheart.. why are you sorry?” He questioned gently, before situating himself to be on one knee outside of the door, his face level with yours.
You opened your mouth, but quickly closed it, don’t be stupid, you made him skip a meal because of your pity party. That message echoed through your clouded brain as you sniffed softly, before shrugging your shoulders. “You have no reason to apologize, for anything.” Dean said after a moment. His hand taking yours, bringing your knuckles to his mouth.
You told him about your past relationship, how the guy you were with would always call you “dramatic” or “attention seeking” anytime you expressed if you were hurt by something. He knew you were doubting yourself, whenever this would happen your eyebrows would go together in a line, your bottom lip would be chewed to bits by how much you bit down on it.
“I do have a reason,” you said, your voice sounding weak and pathetic. “I didn’t mean to go out of there like that, I’m sorry-” before you could even finish your sentence, Dean was pulling you into his arms. You tensed up a bit at the sudden embrace but quickly melted into it. He placed a hand on the back of your head, the other one around your shoulders as he shushed your crying form.
God, look at you. You told yourself, but you suppressed those thoughts. Regaining your composure, you leaned away from Dean; feeling him cup your cheeks. While he was making you look at him, he reassured you that you were his for a reason, and he loved every part about you equally.
Needless to say, you guys drove back to the bunker and Dean whipped up some burgers for the you, him and Sam.
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star-remina · 10 months
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My self harm has always been punches, slaps and scratches. I wish I was brave enough to cut myself. I don’t know why, but it’s a deep urge in me yet I can’t bring myself to do it
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this body is a prison and brother i am not the warden
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help! help! help!
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anushkab2711 · 2 months
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Redrawing my favourite panels of Skip to Loafer .
I relate so much with Shima kun 😣
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hail-ey-m · 8 months
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ѕнσтα αιzαωα--ѕєℓƒ нαтяє∂
Relationship: Platonic
!!TW: Self depreciating thoughts!!
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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Problem Child
I apologize for this letter coming out of the blue but I think it’s something very important that we should talk about.
I saw some things you had written down in a notebook about yourself, I must say I am very surprised and sad to find out that you think these things of yourself.
I… I can’t really comprehend what could’ve happened to make you think of yourself in this way, maybe someone told these things to you or convinced you that they were true.
If this was caused by someone, I can no longer guarantee their safety.
 
Either way, I want you to know that those things are not true. You have no reason to hate yourself, everyone makes mistakes because everyone is human. 
You have so many people that care about you and would be devastated to know that you think these things of yourself. If you don’t have those people, you have me and author-san.
Please let me know if there is anything I can do to convince you that you are worth so much more then you think and deserve every good thing in this world. 
I’m always here if you need to talk, let people help you, let me help you.
~ Aizawa ♡
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© 2023 Shiggy | All Rights Reserved | No portion of this work may be used or adapted in any way without the author's explicit consent.
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ceraea · 19 days
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Irony of creation
By me/_ceraea_
"Oh how cruel of God to put a heart full of love in a body that is unlovable."
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fatimaamerbilal · 2 years
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fatima aamer bilal, from i am the menace in my head.
[text id: they say you set the bar too high, i know, i am the who’s climbing it.]
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whumpalicious08 · 2 years
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Whumpees who have been conditioned for such a long time that they crave the hurt, the violence. They don't know how to function without the pain.
TW(s) : Implied self harm, implied abuse, discussion of abuse, discussion of self <?> harm, swearing (yes finally uncensored I'm growing up), mild ptsd/referenced trauma, low self image, implied/referenced torture/abuse, bad <?> caretaker (tbf what Whumpee is asking is inherently bad so you can't really be good if u say yes ig), unhealthy (violent) coping mechanisms
Whumpee can't look Caretaker in the eyes; shame taking an axe to his stomach, firey humilliation burning his cheeks.
"You want me to - what?"
Whumpee growls, frustrated. This is one of the most demeaning things he's ever had to do, and that list is extensive. "Hurt me. I think I want- I want you to make me cry."
Caretaker shakes his head, looking at him like he's insane. Maybe he is. "Whumpee ... you didn't deserve anything that happened to you. You don't need-"
Whumpee shakes his head, stomps forward. Anger displaces his embarrassment. "Don't you fuckin' tell me what I need, Caretaker. I know damn well what I do and don't deserve. I'm asking you; this isn't happening to me. I need you to hurt me like he did- I need- I need one moment of peace."
The fury slowly leaves his tone, and he finishes the tirade awfully quiet and painfully vulnerable. "Please. I can't- I tried, myself. It's- it's not the same, it has to be you. Please, Caretaker. It- it needs to be you. I can't fuckin' bear it anymore-" he grinds his teeth together, looks away.
Caretaker worries his bottom lip between his teeth, pensively quiet for a second. His jaw clenches, eyes harden.
"Take off your shirt."
I have an anatomy test to do in five fucking minutes oh god m so scared fuck me
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wensdaiambrose · 5 months
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Low self-esteem day.
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My boyfriend said I look good today, but it isn't coming out in the pictures.
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Most of the pictures that I took have been deleted.
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doll1-s2 · 3 months
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I'm the ugliest person in the world 😶‍🌫️
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quotationsworld · 2 years
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I don't feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors
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manic-mind22 · 1 year
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I desperately cling to all forms of escapism. My thoughts are like little voices that crawl up my spine, into my ear and settle in the back of my mind, whispering everything I'm terrified other people are saying. Everything I already believe is true.
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