I wake up in the middle of the night trying to sleep, the night is silent and I can't hear a peep. "How did I wake up" I ask myself, and then I look at my bed seeing that it's only me and no one else. I'm missing you and wanting you to be here, if I'm going to be honest losing you is my biggest fear. Maybe we'll be together soon, and I'm praying these feelings won't change like the moon.
When you said my writing was incredible, I felt seen in a way that helped me come out of my shell.
I wasn’t expecting you to say that.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t heard it before: countless friends have told me, my first first-author publication was well-received, and… well, I really worked hard on my English during my formative years.
I know I have emotionally and scientifically proven myself with my writing.
I just had my sights on all the wrong priorities.
And well? I was also trying to survive.
During that time, I wasn’t able to write or express that much.
A part of me felt dormant - I thought it had died.
I would show pieces of writing to my friends and my partner from time to time - I felt like I got nowhere.
Not only did I not get the validation I wanted from those close to me - I didn’t even feel seen by myself.
Sigh, did you know that I wasn’t always a good writer?
I still have my doubts.
But when you said it? It wiped them away.
And I was both flabbergasted and flattered.
No. I felt furious and fuzzy.
I vibrated to a frequency that felt… I..
How dare you?
How fucking dare you?!
How could you even begin to dare to tell me something in the context of something so casual that completely wiped me off of my feet and helped me understand that I was fucking around with my one and only life?!
Κουράστηκα ό,τι κερδίζω από εσένα να το κερδίζω με γκρίνια, παράπονα, φωνές και γράψιμο. Αν ήταν να κερδίσω κάτι ήθελα να είναι επειδή ήθελες κ μου το έδωσες, από τη στιγμή που δεν μπορείς ή και δεν θέλεις να μου δώσεις από μόνος σου κάτι, οτιδήποτε, όχι μόνο δεν θα το ζητήσω αλλά θα σταματήσω να περιμένω να αλλάξεις κ γνώμη.
Αν ήταν να έχουμε κάτι εμείς οι δύο, να ήταν κάτι όμορφο κ για τις δύο μεριές και με προσπάθεια μόνο για το καλύτερο και όχι μια κάλπικη προσπάθεια απλά κ μόνο για να υπάρχει μια σύνδεση μεταξύ μας, ένα μήνυμα, ένα τηλεφώνημα, ένα χαζό λαϊκ ή μια ακόμα πιο χαζή προβολή ιστορίας.
Δεν ήθελα να σου μιλήσω άσχημα, και γενικά δεν θέλω να σου μιλάω άσχημα αλλά από τον εγωισμό σου και την γαϊδουριά σου δεν ξεφεύγεις, δεν θα σου δώσω άλλες ευκαιρίες, είχες αυτές που ήταν κ επέλεξες να τις διαχειριστείς όπως τις διαχειρίστηκες, εμένα αυτό μου λέει πολλά από μόνο του, για το πώς με βλέπεις και πόσο με σέβεσαι, με εκτιμάς και με θέλεις.
Με έχει κουράσει αυτό το κρύο-ζέστη, το φύγε-έλα, το θέλω-δεν θέλω, επίσης βαρέθηκα να περιμένω ένα αν και ένα πότε. Δεν θέλεις να ανοιχτείς, ακόμα κι αν έχει περάσει τόσος καιρός, και μέχρι ένα σημείο το καταλαβαίνω, γενικά καταλαβαίνω περισσότερα απ' όσα νομίζεις, αλλά μην περιμένεις να αρκεστώ σε μισά, σε λειψά και σε ψεύτικα.
Ένα τελευταίο, σιχάθηκα να μην μπορώ να κάνω ούτε έναν καθώς πρέπει καυγά μαζί σου, όπως μαλώνει όλος ο κόσμος ακόμα και για τα πιο ασήμαντα πράγματα, ακόμα και οι καυγάδες μας μισοί και κούφιοι. Με σκοτώνει που το μόνο "μας" είναι 5-10 μηνύματα και 3 λαϊκ, αλλά έτσι είναι και το έχω αποδεχτεί.
I remember laying beside him all those nights. Enjoying his company, his presence. Loving the moments I could hear his laugh. Treasuring the moments I knew he could sleep peacefully for awhile. Months of this simple loving friendship. And then I remember the first night he kissed me. How afraid and nervous I was. How badly I wanted him, how gently I wanted him. I remember slowly melting into him. Our bodies shyly and slowly learning each other. I remember all those perfect nights. The slow burning passion that was gentle and sure and all consuming. Then I remember finding a million reasons why it could never work. And for the rest of my life I will regret not saying those 4 little words that could have changed everything. I hope I don't repeat my mistakes in the future. I don't want to ruin any more good things.
love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking
DOING A LITTLE PURGING IN MY FREE TIME, CLEANING OUT MY NOTES ON MY PHONE…
there’s just so many of them, all the things I wish I could have said to you but couldn’t because I’ve never been good with communication and finding the right words so I’d write him letters,poems,story’s,notes and one day when I found the courage to show him all the things I was to scared to say because I didn’t want to wear my heart on my sleeve and sound dumb or weak or idk wtf…. .:.. I guess I was dumb and weak for never telling him before it was too late.
I sometimes let my mind go astray, but when I think of her it's on replay. I can't control the way I feel, my friends always ask me what's my deal. My reaction is always the same, I get tongue tied just trying to say your name. So I just turn around and walk away, hoping we can be together one day.
oh sorry….come in…..hello…welcome to my halloween party ^_^ feel free to take a piece of candy and a goodie bag before you go okay? have a fun (and nostalgic) halloween season!!
To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:
A post in 2023:
A post in 2014:
A zoom out of the same post:
This is what a community looks like.
See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.
It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.
Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.