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aretherestarsinhell · 2 days ago
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being with you felt like a dream
you were there and gone in the blink of an eye
now you only exist intangibly in hazy memories
i’m not so sure you were ever real
it was beautiful.. then it wasn’t.
-i wish it was as easy to forget you as it was to fall in love with you. c.r.
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odrzuconyromantyk · a day ago
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Umarli otrzymują więcej kwiatów niż żywi, ponieważ żal jest silniejszy niż wdzięczność.
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yanbaere · 16 hours ago
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I hope one day I get to be your first option
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darkskinsanji · 2 days ago
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Usopp: how can you be so... jovial?
Sanji: what do you mean?
Usopp: I mean you haven't seen Zoro in months- three to be exact. Don't you get lonely?
Sanji pauses before chuckling: I mean I used to, but not anymore
Usopp confused: how?
Sanji: when you find out the person you love is in love with their best friend, you just back away.
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rjhpandapaws · a day ago
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A Drink to the Bad Habits He Gifted You
Patroclus knows from the moment he hears the door clang open that Zagreus is back with a gift. Before he hears the sound of shattering glass, or sees his dark hair crest the steps. He knows because it is exactly what Achilles would do. His beloved had taught his Stranger a great many things it seemed. Not the least of which was to wield his kindness much like his weapons in the hopes that his guilt might go unseen. Even when he had nothing to feel guilty for. “If you are going to gift me that nectar you are so cleverly trying to hide, you best be intending to stay for a drink,” He says in way of his usual greeting. This time it is Zagreus who hesitates, and Patroclus would have been a liar if he didn’t say that he found it to be a pleasant change. “Excuse me Sir?” Zagreus says after a moment, “I don’t understand.” “The nectar.” He repeats, “That you always bring when you feel you have something to be sorry for. Split it with me.”
Zagreus is unlike Achilles in that he relents easily. Patroclus doesn’t go so far as to say he does so gently, as it seems to be more of a fear response, but he gives quickly. It is something Patroclus has mixed feelings about. “I’m sorry.” Zagreus says, and although he has nothing to be sorry for, Patroclus does not interrupt, “For breaking down like that, for falling asleep on you, and things coming down to you having to kill me again even though you made it clear you hate doing that.” He presses the nectar into Patroclus’s hand as though it was liable to explode if he kept hold of it. The sigh that escapes him before he speaks has a lifetime of weariness behind it and then some. “I am - was - a warrior Zagreus. If ever I decided I didn’t want part in any of that I would have made it known.” He doesn’t miss the way Zagreus withers a little, “You needn’t apologize for existing. Not here.”
He watched Zagreus try and find his words. Leaves from his laurels crackle like flames and a few of them pop off to flutter leisurely into the grass. Patroclus is of the mind to start collecting them. “I’m sorry.” He says again. “You have all of his bad habits.” He remarks offhandedly as he pops the cork to the nectar. “Excuse me?” Zagreus echoes. “Achilles.” Patroclus states, and he doesn’t miss the way Zagreus winces, “He taught you all of his bad habits. From the haphazard way you wield Varatha down to apologizing for daring to feel something.” Zagreus is quiet for a long moment, no doubt holding in another apology. “Oh.” He says instead, “Is that bad?” “Assuming you’ve managed to get through Theseus with that old thing, no.” He says lightly, “I am willing to wager your apologies aren’t just his doing either. You might have picked it up from him, but that isn’t why they stuck.” Zagreus blinks owlishly at him, “You gathered all that from a bottle of nectar?” 
“And a lifetime or more of being in love with someone of a similar mindset.” He takes a swig from the open bottle before handing it to Zagreus, “For all his rage and pride, he was kind and very, very foolish.” “He loves you you know.” Zagreus says almost defensively on Achilles’s behalf. “I know.” Patroclus hums, “And I him, even now.” Zagreus holds the nectar without drinking from it. Just thinking, and Patroclus lets him. He has done enough damage in the last few visits by pushing him and he would rather Zagreus speak on his own time now. Maybe he had guilt of his own to be rid of, but his Stranger didn’t need to know that. “What was he like?” Zagreus asks eventually, “You’ve told me of the bloodshed and the war. Of the Hero, but what was the Achilles you love like?” He takes a drink from the bottle like it might restore his fleeing courage before he hands it back to Patroclus.
“I have never in my life met a man more stubborn.” There is no ache when he speaks of Achilles like this, and no regret. It catches him off guard for a moment, “When we met it was because he nearly ran me through with that damn spear of yours. He is arrogant, sincere, horribly long winded, and his spear posture was so atrocious I could hardly take him seriously.” Zagreus laughs, and Patroclus realizes this is the first time he’s heard it, “I can attest to three of those things.” Patroclus finds himself smiling, “Which three Stranger? If you don’t mind my asking.” “He is stubborn, he lectures to the point that sometimes I fear I might die of old age,” He ticks them off on his fingers as he goes along and Patroclus finds it more endearing than he probably should, “But he always means well. Even when it hurts.” There is a wobble to Zagreus’s voice when he finishes, and for a moment Patroclus debates changing the subject. He doesn’t because he is selfish, and because this is the happiest he has seen Zagreus in a long while. If he happens to have a surplus of embarrassing stories about Achilles to spare, that is his own business.
They talk their way through the bottle of nectar. Well, Patroclus does the talking. Zagreus listens and drinks when the bottle is passed to him. Mostly because Patroclus won’t take it back if he doesn’t. He speaks of their life up until the war. Zagreus knows the rest, and it isn’t something either of them have the strength to endure. “What about you?” He asks, “What is your Achilles like?” “He is kind, vigilant, stubborn, and I think the first person in that House to care for me out of something other than a sense of obligation.” He says, and it almost sounds like he is speaking of a distant past, “He is gentle when he wants to be, and stern only when he needs to be.” There is a softness to Zagreus when he talks about Achilles. It’s love, and Patroclus imagines he must look the same way. There is no jealousy this time, and it’s nice. It was their love of Achilles that brought them together, and loneliness he supposed, but that wasn’t why they stayed. For Patroclus, at least, it was love for Zagreus.
It went unsaid of course. He was no better at voicing his feelings than Achilles. As things stood, it wasn’t his place to say anything on it. Not when they were both still healing, and Zagreus’s heart belonged so completely to someone else. What a cruel thing love was. But as he watched Zagreus walk away after picking the Kiss of Styx for the first time in a very long while, he found he didn’t much mind. He could shelve these feelings; in a bad habit of his own that he learned from Achilles; if it meant Zagreus would be happy.
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blossomfully · 9 months ago
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metamorphesque · 4 months ago
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do you have any quotes about one-sided love?
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― Federico García Lorca
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― Sarah Waters
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― Donna Tartt
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― Marina Tsvetaeva
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― Ranata Suzuki
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― Louise Glück
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― Sanober Khan
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― Margaret Atwood
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mirroredroads · 7 months ago
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on wanting what you cannot have
Gemma Troy, Heart Lines. / Chunking Express (1994) dir. Wong Kar-wai / Washing Machine Heart (2018) Mitski / silhouette, park slope, Brooklyn @joelzimmer / Sylvia Plath, Poppies in July / Lossapardo / Clarice Lispector, Àgua Viva
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perhapsafrog · 9 months ago
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haha no but bro. seriously. what IF we kissed.
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mythoughts-and-emotions · 5 months ago
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I once begged someone to love me the way I loved them and that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever done.
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vintage-soleil · a month ago
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therogueheart · 2 months ago
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Dear Doppler
Its a doppler.
Its about time they tried this trick, honestly. Jaskier would've thought it would be the first damn page of the book. Kidnap him, rough him up a little, have 'Geralt' swoop in and save him.
That there's a Geralt in the doorway at all is a dead giveaway its a doppler, but the creature also didn't get quite get the shade of Geralt's eyes right.
Aureolin. But Geralt's eyes are somewhere between lemon and gold.
Its been... Months? Seven Hells, maybe even years. Jaskier's hair threatens to kiss the dimple on his smile line now. Its probably been years.
It feels like its been years.
"Jaskier. You're alive."
"Disappointed?" he asked blithely. Geralt had said that before, way back when. Just before he made that godforsaken wish and ground up what remained of Jaskier's bleeding heart.
"So what brings you to my humble abode?" he continued, cutting off whatever the doppler might've thought to say next.
"We need your help."
He barked a laugh and let his head loll, staring up at the stone above.
"Ahh, wow. Okay. You're good. That is definitely why Geralt would bother to be here. 'We need your help'. Fantastic."
When he looked down 'Geralt's' mouth was a thin line, wary stare tinged with confusion and concern.
"Jaskier, its me. I'm here."
"Oh, how I've closed my eyes and heard you say that in a thousand ways over a thousand days," Jaskier sighed, rubbing at his mouth. "You've told me you're sorry. You're here to take me away. My personal favorite is when you tell me you've missed me. That one keeps me going for a few days afterwards, silly little words that they are."
"Jask--"
"Don't."
He shifted, let his gaze drop. "It was a good attempt, I'll hand you that. You even got the crease between his brows right. But there's one fatal flaw in your grand design, dear doppler."
Silence for a time, and then, so softly;
"What's that?"
He smiled.
"Geralt would never come for me."
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lilwarehouse · 6 months ago
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You know that I'd do it all again
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aretherestarsinhell · a month ago
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“i am hard to love.
that, i have always known
but you climbed the barbed wire fences that guarded my heart
and said you were here to stay
i believed you;
that was my mistake
i guess i scared you away;
i was too much for you,
or not enough,
or somewhere in between
but regardless,
the ending remains the same
i am here,
with my lonely, wounded heart
and the shattered remains of every empty promise you made.”
-i am hard to love, but you were easy to lose. c.r.
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lousydrawingsforgoodpeople · 8 months ago
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wishing-for-deathx · 5 months ago
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It’s not that I won’t fall in love again. I think I can. I’m silly and naive like that. I fall so damn easily. Even though I know I’ll never love someone the way I love him but I think I can love again. But I do know that, it’s not worth it because no one will ever fall for me. It’s always going to be the same story for me. Unrequited love. You see I fall too easily but I’m so fucking hard to love. So it’s better this way, being alone.
— I don’t think I’ll make it if I love someone without being loved again
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blossomfully · 9 months ago
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silent-insanities · 5 months ago
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Love will never end well for me.
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musestxt · 5 months ago
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what do we call this genre of love? 
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lifeiswonderfullyyours · a month ago
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