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dxndeli-n · 6 months
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Abandonment issues go brrr
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melblogsgfreethruptsd · 3 months
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Osasuna: I love falling asleep and waking up to you
Sakuatsu: part of your knee was on my side of the bed again last night
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Hi! Do you have any prompts or ideas that could cause strain on a romantic relationship? Like tension that the people involved try to ignore and push to the side but it’s such a problem that it becomes something that begins to affect the relationship
Hi :)
Yes, I do. Here are two lists of some issues that can become a conflict in a partnership: Relationship Problems + What couples fight about
- Jana
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xrollingmyeyesx · 1 year
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I feel so bad for y’all in Innocence Part 4 😭😭
Poor reader is going through it rn
Also, look at this man
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He is so fucking fine yall 🥵
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howifeltabouthim · 2 months
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So many years—her entire adulthood thus far!—wasted on this man.
Curtis Sittenfeld, from Eligible
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thatmemeguy89 · 27 days
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No wonder he sacrificed hisself for our sins
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deputydexter · 1 month
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No context.
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buttons4eyes2point0 · 11 days
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Sucks having a partner that you think understands your neurodivergence, but then punishes you for doing inherently neurodivergent behaviors like being low energy and still wanting interaction.
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samptlay · 2 months
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To My Sweetheart Who Carries A Wounded Heart Ch. 7
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A/N: Hi, so I've recovered almost completely though I'm still a bit congested and my bodies weaker. I will say that updates will be slower from now on, my apologies. It's hard to keep up with studies as well as this. I think I was pushing myself too hard as well since I was uploading 2-3 times a week in the first place which wasn’t giving me time to do the rest of my studies. Sorry for the inconvenience and being gone (not uploading work) for almost a month 😭. But I’m back so enjoy~!
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Series Masterlist, Chapter 1 🤍, Chapter 2 🖤, Chapter 3 🤍, Chapter 4🖤, Chapter 5🤍, Chapter 6🖤
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You had lots of time to think while steaming hot droplets of water repeatedly hit your skin. There was a lot to process, a lot to move on from yet it hadn't even been 24 hours. Using your sponge after pouring soup on it, a lavender scent fills your senses. 
You knew that no matter what occurred, this one thing could never be taken away from you as your comforting favorite flower. The fact won't change, unlike the rest of the world that moves on day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.
Ah, how long had you been scrubbing your arm alone? It stings, but you bask in it. It's the only feeling that's made you feel so human in the last few hours, though the skin would be at least a little flush because of this. You finished with the rest of your body already and you can feel the water getting colder, were you really in here for that long?
Watching your hand rise to turn off the shower felt like slow motion, which you hated. You don't remember ever being slow in anything that you did. But alas, things change, don't they?
You went through all the motions of drying, putting on lotion, and so on. You didn't feel like blow-drying your hair, so after using a separate towel and stepping into your bedroom, it was still damp. The hair dryer would be too noisy.
Since when did you care about trivial things such as sound?
Walking into your closet, you contemplated on wearing all black today. For the loss? To show your grief? To let people know that you were not okay? It's not necessary, if anything you're practically asking for attention when you don't even want company.
Okay, that's a lie. Right now you'd love to have the comfort of another human being. But wearing black shows that you care, no? Cared for your child, one who you never knew the gender of, one who you never even got a proper ultrasound of, one who you'll never be able to hold.
At that moment, you feel something cold running down your cheek, it feels a bit ticklish as well.
You're crying again.
Sometimes you don't understand the human body. Though your face remains neutral as you choose your outfit for the day, the tears don't stop. You predict it'll at least take a minute before your heart can calm down. However, you go to your bathroom and open your drawer full of accessories until you find a black ribbon. 
It’s a change since you don't usually hold your hair, but you love how the wind blows through it since it makes you feel calm. But today you wanted to wear at least something that represents your love, and what better than a pretty little bow?
You put your hair in a low ponytail with a few strands loose at the front. Looking at yourself in the mirror, your eyes were a little pink with bags underneath. It was a sight you would never let anyone see you in, one that would strip you of all your pride. So thank the Aeons for make-up.
Leaving your bedroom and walking out into the hallway, the house seemed oddly quiet. Sighing and picking up your feet, you make your way to the guest room and knock on the door.
“Baby…  Are you up? Would you want to make breakfast with me this morning?”
This is a hard time for both of you and what would be better than cooking together to bond in hard times? Sure you two had been going through a… “rough patch” for the last few months and you couldn’t say you were happy, but it’s just a phase and all couples go through this. 
After 10 seconds of silence, you assumed he was still asleep and knocked quietly once more before opening the door and making your way inside. But you stopped halfway through the doorway when you saw an empty bed, not even lying. Did he go out? He didn’t text you that he was leaving the apartment, and you felt uneasy.
How could he abandon you when you both needed to stick together during this?
No, he wouldn't do anything to make you feel worse.
He most likely just went out to run an errand.
The news was unexpected and the world continues.
It's not like we have to drop everything we're doing to grieve.
But then why didn't he tell you?
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weirdlookindog · 1 year
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sirensea14 · 8 months
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ANGST RELATIONSHIPS PART 2 >:))
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No context, just... painful :`|
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abusedpixie · 1 year
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𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭; 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐩𝐝 (𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚. 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞...𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡
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real-hot-grl-shi · 11 days
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a thingy for my class 🧍🏾‍♀️
Tw!!!: eating/hygiene problems, depression, sexual assault, attachment issues, mentions to drugs, crying, insecurities, violence, etc.
!!please read at your own risk!!
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Ok we need to talk. 
Or better put it, I need to talk. 
Relationships platonic and romantic have been faltering for the past few years to “situation-ships” and one sided relationships. This might be controversial but hear me out. As a person who dealt with break ups and cut offs over the span of less than three months, I am honestly more disappointed than just mad. I feel like it should be talked about more than o already is because it’s to the point that people like me get literally depressed over this type of stuff. 
It feels like I’m just a rag doll being tossed around for people to toy with, but not to keep. There’s a difference between wanting someone to play, and someone to stay. Love platonic and romantic will be painful. But at least make the person feel welcome and loved until you can’t anymore. Instead of fleeing the moment something goes wrong. 
Sometimes all a person needs is company. And sometimes all company needs is a person. In my school I see people one day walking with their friends and lover all giggly and happy, and the other day they’re fighting. That’s just how my recent relationships were. And I’m guilty that I let that happen to me. They talked behind my back, they put their hands on me, they insulted me. All this stuff, and I gave them nothing but grace and respect. And I was the blame when I was in my room crying myself to sleep on February 11th 2024. 
I put my all into them. All my money, all my art, all my time, all my love, all my life. Hell it was to the point where I couldn’t go a day without him. That’s how bad it was. It was a point where I couldn’t even eat and take care of myself without him on my mind. Looking back at it, I feel pretty pathetic, but of course, I couldn’t just say that to myself. I would need to learn from it. 
Not my ex, not my money, not my friends, but me. Friends who knew each other for a week are laughing in the hallways, meanwhile a friends friend is telling me to get her packet that she left behind. Why am I the one who is getting hurt? I deserve love just like everyone else. Maybe it’s my fashion? Maybe it’s my personality? Maybe it’s my body? Who knows. But that shouldn’t be the reason why people leave me without any thought or explanation whatsoever. I should be angry. Livid even, fighting and insulting the people who hurt me just like they did to me.
I should be crying and lashing out at everyone because I was the one who was hurt. That should make me sit in my room and not take care of myself. That should make me have 0 restraint with my emotions, like i used to. But I choose not to. I choose not to let my emotions get the best of me, like I used to. Don’t get me wrong I wish things were different. I wish I had a loving boyfriend and a fun group of friends. But at the end of the day, all I have is myself. And I learned that the hard way. Relationships are a sacred thing.
 Especially to the ones that feel large emotions, especially to the ones who are passionate. Especially to the ones like me. When I was little and to this day, the doctor said that I’m emotionally mature, meaning that I have a good grasp at explaining and expressing my emotions. When I was in elementary school, I was taunted for that, being called a cry baby, or sensitive for hurting myself on the monkey bars or something. Because of that, I stayed away from anything that would actively hurt me, like needles or sharp edges. Ever since then I have learned to keep my emotions under control, or under wraps.
 Take my control as a glass. And take my emotions as wine. If you pour too much into the glass. It’ll break. But not just that. It’ll break and spill. That’s what always happened to me when I was younger. Of course, I have better control because I’m more mature. But it’s not like my emotions are gone. They’re just better handled. I'm also what my father likes to call it, passionate. That means that when I get attached to something or some emotion. I latch onto it like a koala on a branch. And I don’t let go. If you show me an ounce of love or affection, then I will cling to you.
 Especially if it’s romantic. And it shows. If I love someone, I will talk about them whether it’s verbally, writing or drawing it down, or just floating my mind. And that will just make me more attached, like a dopamine hit. Like a drug. 
He was a drug. 
And it’s my fault that I got addicted. It was my fault that the drug was forced away from me. It was my fault that the drug was taken from me. But was it my fault that the drug was bad?? No. But that doesn’t excuse my actions. The upside to me being passionate is me being self aware about the situation. Sure, I cried and cried about him for days, but I eventually paused and went through what he did to me. And I eventually realized that he wasn’t good for me.
At all.
But I’ll give him this.
He was a good lesson.
And I’m glad I learned from it. 
My father told me to not fight all battles, but to pick the ones you want to fight. But how about if the battles pick me? Am I supposed to surrender? Or am I obligated to just keep fighting?  Because if I am, will I win in the end?
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A minor rant, or, How It's Okay for Hanleia to Be on the Rocks
So you know how people were upset about Han and Leia being apart in TFA?
Maybe it's because my own parents were going through a rough patch and my mom was temporarily staying in an apartment so she could figure things out...but honestly idk why anyone was upset.
Because here's why Hanleia is actually more romantic than Reylo.
What that experience with my parents taught me is that it's okay if relationships aren't perfect. That sometimes you need to be apart from someone, temporarily or not, to figure things out. That you can love people even if you're not with them or haven't seen them in a while. Sometimes things just go topsy turvy and you need time to figure it out.
(Plus idk how anyone could think Han and Leia would ever be in a problem free marriage, given how they argued in the original trilogy.)
Han and Leia were absolutely still in love with each other. You could see it written on their faces. They just needed time apart, and maybe they made some bad choices along the way, but they're absolutely still in love. And they reunited when it counted the most.
And to me, that is way more romantic than some marginally hot guy trying to kill you.
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howifeltabouthim · 2 months
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But eventually I realized that when I was with him, I was always trying to present the most cheerful, entertaining, attractive version of myself, instead of just being myself.
Curtis Sittenfeld, from Eligible
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