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the-road-to-dreams · 7 months
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Przejęłam się bardzo naszą kłótnią. Boję się, że cię stracę. Dlatego teraz nie chce z nikim rozmawiać. Z nikim oprócz ciebie, ale ty się nie odzywasz. Chciałabym usłyszeć szczere „już dobrze, nie martw się. Obiecuję, że cię nie zostawię” a odczuwam niepewność i strach. Jakby moje szczęście było uzależnione od ciebie.
128 & 11/10/23
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martiove · 2 years
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Ich oczy spotkały się i oddały sobie w przelotnym błysku przywitanie dusz młodych i czystych, tułających się na ziemi we wzajemnej tęsknocie. Jej twarz pełna była uśmiechów, pomimo że oczy i wargi jej starały się nie wyrażać ich szczerze.
Stefan Żeromski, Ludzie bezdomni
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mysza19998 · 1 year
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"Byli małżeństwem od piętnastu lat i nie miała wątpliwości, że go kocha. Ale miłość to nie wszystko"
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najebanabiedronka · 2 years
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On już znalazł swoją miłość. I nie byłam nią ja
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juzniepanna · 2 years
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Uczysz mnie życia.
Uczysz mnie tego, że posiadanie chwil słabości nie jest wadą.
Uczysz mnie, że przyjmowanie cudzego wsparcia nie jest słabością.
Uczysz mnie, że słabsze dni nie powinny być moimi wyrzutami sumienia.
Uczysz mnie, że moje słabostki, małe przyjemności nie są czymś wstydliwym.
Uczysz mnie, że mogę być słaba, że mogę być z tego wręcz dumna, bo Twoja miłość jest pewną siłą.
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ladykamikazeee · 1 year
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„Widziałem Cię na mieście, uśmiechniętą nareszcie
To coś, czego nie mogłaś uzyskać tu nigdy wcześniej”
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alessiasfreckles · 2 months
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amnesia (ona batlle x reader)
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You wake up in the hospital with no memory of who you are or anything about your life, but a pretty brunette is by your bedside, so it can't be all bad, right?
warnings: memory loss, car accident mention, hospital
a/n: part 2 here!
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“She’s awake!”
Squinting against the harsh light, you slowly opened your eyes, taking in your surroundings. You were lying in bed in a room with white and grey walls and bright overhead lights. The bedsheet covering you was soft against your hands.
You blinked, looking around the room. Four people were stood around you, a woman in a white coat, a man in light blue scrubs, and two young women in everyday clothes. The two women looked on the verge of tears, but you weren’t sure why.
Opening your mouth to speak, you gagged as you realised your throat was obstructed by something. The realisation quickly turned to panic, feeling like you were being choked, unable to breathe. One of the younger women turned to the woman in white, who you were pretty sure was a doctor, and spoke rapidly in a language you couldn’t understand. 
The doctor and the man, who you decided was probably a nurse, quickly worked to remove the tube from your throat. Eyes watering, you coughed and rubbed your throat, glad to be free of it. When you opened your mouth to speak again, the doctor interrupted you gently.
“Careful,” she said. “Don’t strain yourself.”
“Wh- where am I?” you asked. Your voice was hoarse, and your tongue felt like sandpaper. “Is this a hospital?”
The two women exchanged anxious glances.
“Yes, this is the Hospital de Barcelona,” the doctor told you. Barcelona, huh. That explained her accent. “Do you remember why you’re here?”
You frowned, shaking your head. Now that she mentioned it, you had no idea what you were doing there.
“That’s okay. It’s perfectly normal not to remember much. You were in an accident. You were hit by a car. Miraculously, you only broke some bones in your right leg, but you hit your head pretty hard. You’ve been in a coma since the accident, 15 days ago.”
Your mind raced as you took in the information. Why couldn’t you remember any of it? Why couldn’t you remember anything? Not even-
“Now, can you tell me your name?” the doctor asked, interrupting your stream of thought.
Not even your name. 
“I- I don’t know, I don’t know my name, why don’t I remember my name?” you asked frantically. You tried to sit up but stopped as a wave of pain radiated throughout your body, crashing over you. One of the women reached out, putting a hand on your shoulder. 
The doctor stayed for a while, explaining to you again and again what had happened. You’d been hit by a car. You’d hit your head. You’d been in a coma for the past 15 days. You’d been hit by a car. You’d hit your head. You’d been in a coma for the past 15 days. Over and over again, until it sunk in. 
She spoke to the two women before she left, again in a language you didn’t understand, the two glancing over at you with worried faces, the doctor’s face reassuring and kind. Once she was gone, the two women came over to your bedside. Tears brimmed in their eyes, but they were both trying to smile at you.
“Hola, mija,” one of the women said. She had blonde hair with dark roots and kind eyes, but she looked tired. 
“Do- do you remember me? Us?” the other woman asked, gesturing to herself and the blonde. Her hair was darker, and freckles were scattered across her nose and cheeks. Your eyes raked over her sharp jawbones, her angular face. Surely you would know if you’d met someone like her before.
You shook your head slowly. 
The brunette swallowed back a sob, the blonde holding her arm tightly. 
“It’s okay, that’s okay,” the blonde said. “The doctor said there was a high chance of this happening. That she wouldn’t remember us. It’s okay.”
“Who are you?” you asked, voice quiet.
“I’m Ona. I’m, uh, we play together,” the brunette told you, and the blonde looked at her sharply for just a second before looking back at you.
“And I’m Alexia. Your teammate and friend.”
Playing together? Teammate?
“Football!” you blurted out suddenly. You’re not sure how you knew, but you had this deep, innate sense that football is important to you. More than important, it’s your whole life. “I play football, right?”
The blonde, Alexia, let out a laugh of relief. “Si! You play football! We all play together, here in Barcelona.”
She squeezed Ona’s arm, who smiled tearfully. 
“So, I’m guessing we’re all pretty close, right? Surely there’s a reason you’re here,” you said bluntly, wincing at the pain in your head.
“We’re your best friends,” Ona said quickly, before Alexia could open her mouth.
“That’s… right,” Alexia said slowly. “I’m the capitana of our team, and we’re best friends. And you and Ona are also… best friends.”
You nodded, feeling exhausted suddenly. “Thank you both for being here, then. I think I’m going to sleep now, if that’s okay?”
“Of course!” Ona said, jumping up. “We’ll be here when you wake up, okay?”
You were asleep before the two had even left the room. Once they were in the hallway, the door to your private hospital room shut, Alexia turned to face Ona.
“What was that?” Alexia asked her, voice hushed, as though you’d be able to hear them through the door.
“What do you mean?” Ona shifted uncomfortably, not meeting the blonde’s eyes.
“Why did you tell her you’re just friends? Why didn’t you tell her that you’re dating?!”
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anemonet · 1 year
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onabat11e · 2 months
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i love that people are sharing their favourite tiktok edits. unfortunately, this is mine
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the-road-to-dreams · 8 months
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To było tak jakbyśmy poznali się od nowa. Jakbyśmy spotkali się po raz pierwszy. Jakbyśmy nigdy się nie całowali.
109 & 28/08/23
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martiove · 4 months
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Jeśli ktoś nie dostrzega podwójnej natury kobiety i traktuje ją powierzchownie, to czeka go wielkie zaskoczenie, bo kiedy [ukryta głęboko natura] wychyla się z głębi i zaczyna się domagać swoich praw, często okazuje się, że jej zainteresowania, uczucia i idee bardzo odbiegają od tych, które wyrażała wcześniej. [...] Kiedy kobieta zagląda w swą podwójną naturę, to tak jakby przyglądała się, badała, wsłuchiwała się w pozaświadome pokłady psychiki, zdumiewające ją swoją treścią i głęboką wartością. By prawdziwie kochać kobietę, partner musi pokochać także jej nieposkromioną naturę. Jednak jeśli kobieta wybierze sobie na partnera kogoś, kto nie może lub nie chce pokochać jej drugiego oblicza, to z pewnością w pewnym sensie "rozpadnie się na części", zostanie ułomna. Tak więc mężczyźni na równi z kobietami powinni nazywać po imieniu swe podwójne natury. Najcenniejszy kochanek, rodzic, przyjaciel [...] to człowiek, który pragnie poszukiwać głębokiej wiedzy. Ci, których to nie zachwyca, ci, których nie pociągają nowe idee i doświadczenia, nie posunął się dalej na swej drodze niż słup, przy którym w tej chwili odpoczywają.
Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Biegnąca z wilkami (s. 172-173 -> dalej jeszcze więcej)
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spitinsideme · 4 days
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I can see nun Pomni being a bit weird about her period, like "this is punishment from god" type of shit. While demon Ragatha "nah girl this a blessing", then proceeds to go down on her :3
GOING DOWN ON A WOAMN WHILST SHES ON HER PERIOD IS TJE BIGGEST BLESSING OF ALL !!!! DEMON RAGATHA UNDERSTANDS
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22plus15 · 20 days
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some gettys from today -- her nails are so pretty!! <3
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onas-batlle · 2 months
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😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨
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ladykamikazeee · 1 year
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…jesteś niegotowy, nigdy nie byłeś i nigdy nie będziesz…
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wosona · 17 days
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girlies got her hair down, she heard me 🙌🙌 she’s slaying so hard and it’s just a 2 second clip that i’ve slowed down
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