November 4, 2023
sometimes, the only remnant of love is the scars left behind
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It hurts most of all not knowing. No updates on life and relationships, no idea of your highs and lows and struggles and triumphs. Instead just left to wonder. Wonder how things are for the person who was once the most important in my life.
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2 years wasted. Gone. Down the drain.
I guess summer of 22 didn't mean a thing.
Don't know how to get melancholy out of my brain.
I just hope that you'll never be the same.
-Fuck you, good riddance
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maybe in another life we are going to be two bars of soaps next to each other, instead of you choosing the dishwasher.
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Platonic heartbreak hurts the most
I wished you would come back to me
To tell me you’re sorry
And that you missed me more
I just wanted you to be happy
And maybe you are without me
But I’ll never know
And for you I
tried and I cried and I lied
And i tried and cried some more
But after all that you put me through
I still wasn’t ready to let go
We were supposed to be forever
But now you’re a stranger
And i tell myself i don't want to see your face
If I leave it wont be a mistake
And I tried to lie to myself and say
You werent the reason for my heartache
Don't pretend you didnt know
That platonic heartbreak hurts the most
And i tried to make it go oh oh
But platonic heartbreak hurts the most
And i really thought it'd make us grow
But platonic heartbreak hurts the most
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platonic heartbreak.
yeah, nothing is worse than getting over a breakup or something, but let's talk about platonic heartbreak for a second because i've barely seen it represented -- and if it is, it's usually in the shadow of a romantic heartbreak (think protag's best friend breaking ties with them because they preferred their s/o's company over their friend's).
it breaks my heart when, thanks to my anxiety's inability to let me say no, i bring two friends who can't stand each other together by accident and they both storm off, blaming me for not warning them beforehand, and i can't express anything but guilt because i KNOW it's my fault.
it breaks my heart when my friend, who's had to grow up under strict parents and learned to hide her feelings all her life, leaves me on read when i ask if she's okay after i've just seen her sobbing quietly across the room. it hurts me to know i'm her friend, but i can't do anything to help her besides listen.
it breaks my heart when my friend, who i was best friends with in middle school, slowly starts talking to me less now that we've gone our separate ways. i pine for our days together.
it breaks my heart when my conservative family outright says they don't approve of my identity, and i'm simultaneously rightfully angry i can't be myself but guilty because i feel i've let them down.
heartbreak isn't necessarily about romantic love. it isn't necessarily reserved for breakups. all of these have been experiences i've had, and they hurt so much. i just wish people would address how painful platonic heartbreak can be instead of ever-focusing on breakup angst, because that's the only thing that people want to see, apparently.
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Here’s what I know: I loved them, I love them, I used to love them. I loved them because they listened to me talk at night and didn’t judge me when I wanted to just leave. I loved them because we once stayed up talking till 3 in the morning until I fell asleep and then they closed the call quietly. I loved them when we lived as imposters together and I loved them when they hosted a scavenger hunt for my birthday. I loved them, I loved them, I loved them. And I think they might have loved me too, in their own way. Because they loved me enough to host a scavenger hunt, because they loved me enough to congratulate me after a win, because they loved me enough to laugh with me and smile at me and burn me up from the inside out.
Don’t you remember the days when they would talk to me and I would be happy for one day more? Don’t you remember the time they ruffled my hair and I thought that was all I ever wanted? It wasn’t nothing, that spark, that was something, that was love. It was catching glances in the corridor and rubbing paint into each other’s faces and laughing a little bit too much at jokes. It was feeling giddy after a hug, it was thinking their name during sleepovers. It was a decade of friendship and that was something. I think I loved them, I loved them even as they burned me. Not in the romantic sense, I don’t think, but they were family, and I loved them through rose tinted glasses.
I don’t know what the problem was, at the end. Maybe they didn’t love me enough. Maybe I didn’t know how to love them enough. But I have to realise that they don’t love me the way that I love them. And that’s okay. (It’s not. It’s not okay. It aches like ongoing pain inside my chest and hurts like a disease, the pain I’ve carried since seventh grade when they fawned over a friend and not me splintering on the inside, when I needed them and they didn’t need me. They saved me and they hurt me and I hate them and I love them and how do I reconcile that?
I am carrying around the ache. I am a martyr. That’s self absorbed and narcissistic but I want to be self pitying, just for a moment. I just need a moment to truly feel terrible for myself and then I’ll wrap it all up, I promise. I want to be called a hero, I want to be a ballad. I don’t deserve it. But I want, I want-)
No, it’s not okay. But it will be okay. I think. Or maybe I’ll carry around the ghosts of them and who they used to be with me until the day I die. I have to learn to live with it and I don’t know how.
Here’s what I know: They hurt me. I still love them. How do I live with that?
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Sometimes I just find comfort in the fact that
Siblings remain siblings even when they don't talk for years
They can be distant for a long time
But it doesn't change who they are to each other
But then I remember
I was the only one who loved you as a brother
—to you I never was a sister
So maybe we'll never
Go back to the way we used to be
And I have to accept that
So I can be set free
From this pain of you ignoring me
This is not in relation with any of my biological siblings, but about a friend I loved like my own brother.
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the house next door was never yours to own or keep, and yet you know it like the back of your hand. the kitchen table you sat at more often than your own. the creeky step exactly halfway up the stairs. the living room floor where giggles erupted from movies you both found so funny then.
but much alike her house, the girl next door was never yours. two years older than you and yet you knew her better than you knew yourself. every summer starting with her knocking on your door, asking you to come out and play. every winter ending on her bedroom floor with hot chocolate mugs and cheesy card games.
you remember the day you felt her leave you. the last day of summer before she started high school. pinky promises and friendship bracelets were exchanged. teasing questions over if she'd meet "high school boys" and fall in love. you both swore you'd never leave the other. but then her phone rang and she was busy chatting about outfit plans with her other friends. her 'real' friends. the ones that would sit next to her in classes and she'd go to the mall with after school. the ones that weren't annoying younger girls she lived next door to.
the friendship bracelet still sits in your drawer. two years after she's left for college and her family has moved out. her grandmother who always felt like yours lives in another state now. the "for-sale" sign has been taken down and there's a new family moving in.
that house and that girl were never yours and it stings more than ever to watch new people start their new beginning in a house you know better than they do. you lived there, and you never could call it your own. they're invading a place that feels almost sacred to your childhood and they're the ones that get to call it their home. not you. but you still greet them with a smile.
because what else can you do? scream at them? tell them how much it hurts to realize that a girl they never met meant more to you than you ever meant to her? tell them that you remember the first birthday she wasn't there for? how you were so aware when she didn't send you a birthday text? how sometimes you remember your dads words when you cried to him how she didn't want to hang out with you one weekend? how he told you she was older? that she has outgrown you?
you can't tell them any of that. because it's not their fault. no matter how many tears you shed it is not their fault.
but that doesn't stop the tears. and the sobbing on you bedroom floor on her birthday, not knowing whether to send a text.
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— longing for someone prompts ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡
im bathing in angst rn, enjoy!
them haunting your mind constantly, but are you even in theirs?
unconciously searching for them wherever, whenever
itching to text them, yet the guilt of pestering them hits
your stomach being on edge whenever you see someone who has a similar figure to theirs
regularly scouring their social media for any updates
them acting so sweetly which turns out to just be a cruel dream
envy creeping up your throat whenever other people hangout with them
taking them off your mind by hanging out with your friends, just for you to only see bits of their personality in your friends
weeping frustruatedly on your knees because you can't stop recalling your memories with them
surrendering to your insecurities; perhaps they truly are better off without you
hopelessly persuading yourself that you were able to go on with life before knowing them, so you can definitely do it after they left
urging the universe to see them one last time before letting them go (it never happens anyways)
"if anyone is listening, please let our paths intertwine again before the day I take my last breath"
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November 4, 2023
How do I stop craving the approval of someone that will never care?
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HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!
ex!charlesleclerc x famous!reader x aarontaylor-johnson!
summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.
part 12: not the poet, series masterlist
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me, sobbing while listening Last Christmas, having a whole ass spiral because it hits a little too close to home
*A Nonsense Christmas by Sabrina Carpenter starts playing*
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respectfully requesting some more wholesome Jack and Crutchie being idiot brothers content <3
RESPECTFULLY PROVIDING THE CONTENT BCS THEY MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME!!!! and i will be doodling the two of them being idiots together more!!
(i’m digging through my ask box over spring break i promise im gonna respond to them all 🙏🙏)
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Aroace Riz real but also Fabian is SO clearly in love with him and Riz has no idea
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1# kiss of kissweek - Swamprot (BigB and Cleo)
I took this more platonical or just well, fitting the moment in last life. Immediatly had the idea for this (I will add image descriptions later today)
also if someone is interested in my lil heartmonitor headcanons I can talk you much about them for each season
thanks for the suggestion :D
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