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thisisthehardestthing · 8 months
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How r u so good at writing wtf
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 😭😭😭😭 I’m going to cry. I haven’t written in so long and want to start again so thank you!!!
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thisisthehardestthing · 8 months
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Hello~! This is super random, but I’m looking for a tumblr originally named @joyousandverywarlike I used to follow before they deactivated and they had tagged you in a fanfic I had bookmarked to read (I’m EMBARRASSED but oh well). I was wondering if you could give me any insight on where I can find them (if they’re still active) and their work >.<
Thanks for reading,
Cali (a very delusional fanfic reader that just wanted to re-read a past fave writing 😭😭)
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hello!!!
sorry for taking SO LONG to answer, I don’t check anymore
Yeah she deactivated bc she no longer writes :( and unfortunately the fic went with her because I can’t find it either.
sorry :(
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Come Back
I've wanted to write about us for a while now. I wanted to put our story to paper to eternalise it.
I wanted to make sense of how I could fall so madly and deeply in love with someone.
In December, it will be 2 years since we met. It's already been a year since I've loved you.
It started off as a crush. Very simple. Mostly sexual. We were in my bedroom on a warm late-May night. I asked to kiss you. I didn't expect the sex to be that good. There was a connection that sparked from where we joined in the dark. I didn't expect to get burned.
The crush became a friendship, unlike anything I've ever had. I loved you wholeheartedly and innocently. Without romance, but it was more than platonic. I found you fascinating: the way your brain worked, how your ears listened to sounds, how curious you were about the world. It felt reciprocated. I did not see your self-absorption because I was absorbed in you as well.
We would see each other all the time from that late May until you left in November. We'd talk, and laugh, and make love almost daily. We even took a trip together without going anywhere. I realised I've begun to trust you. That terrified me, and I told you that. I warned you how delicate that part of me was. I trusted you as a friend, a lover, with pieces of me I rarely show anyone.
That was probably my mistake.
The hardest part about writing this isn't the memories of our physical actions but the memory of the emotions that were intertwined throughout. They were so honest.
I think I fell for you the last month we spent together. I'm not sure how. We weren't fucking at that point because you started seeing someone. I think it was the vulnerability you showed me. Only to me.
I tried to stop loving you last December. It had been a month since you left. I sent you a message saying how hard it hit me. It didn't work.
You came back into my life. You came back.
Some part of me must've convinced my heart that we were meant to be in each others lives. Not as lovers, or as friends, but something more that we couldn't even find the words for ourselves through our deep talks. I didn't fight the connection that flourished between us. It seems like you did. It was easy to breathe when we were together, to relax. You--no, we were easy. Simple. Yet still sexual even with all the distance between us.
I missed you.
You missed me too.
So planned a trip.
This is where I started to drown. Part of the year, we spent apart, parts of the year we spent together in bliss where no one we knew was around us. Taking flghts to visit friends wasn't new for me. I would do it for every one of my friends in my life. That shouldn't be used as the tool to mark my adoration for you. What should be measured is the amount of times I put your happiness first.
I think it has slowly killed me.
You're back now. I no longer need to catch a plane to see you: you live 5 minutes away. And I've tried to start my projects again. I've met so many wonderful people on our journey together. Thank you for that.
I still get glimpses of that vulnerability that made me drown in my love. I still gave you all my trust. But I can't anymore.
I feel broken because trust is all I have to give.
I'm going to distance myself from you again.
I hope you will come back.
Please come back.
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All my new followers: hello how’s it going?? Welcome to my blog. Can you tell me why you’ve followed please? did you read something you liked? I need my ego stroked a tiny bit so I can start writing again thank you
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😍🥰🥰🥰 thanks @whats-her-quirk
this is me and Tanaka because I love him and we love each other
tagging: all My moots are tagged. If you see this you’re tagged
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Found this cute picrew and made levihan. I wanted to start a tag game so feel free to make OC's, or your favorite ships.
tagging: @dinaackerman @tobifeemo @ihaveaterribleheadache @galactict3a @riniackerman @postwarlevi +moots & anyone can join
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It takes work to curate your online spaces, but if you don't do it, corporations will do it for you using a couple harmful key principles. 1) Negative emotions hold your attention better than positive emotions. 2) Calm/contented people are less likely to spend money.
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Pride
I pride myself on figuring people out, but you? You’re a constant surprise in my daily life that I don’t know what to do with myself on most days. You make me question if you love me as much as I love you. You don’t mean to. And I know that you do. But it happens.
The week I spent reunited with you was a dream. Your lips were sweet, your breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine. Your hands were warm and strong as they held mine, as they wrapped around my waist, back, neck. And fuck, when you were inside me, I felt complete again. Like something was missing for the four months I hadn’t seen you. I could actually feel life and energy flowing from you into me, pouring back out into you as we exchanged moans in the bed, on the couch, on the floor.
We’ve yet to fuck on the roof.
It’s not just the sex though. Missing that touch is not what makes me crazy, or question myself.
It’s how comfortable we are with each other that does. How our souls are so connected, and yet we are not. We aren’t together. We aren’t dating or exclusive. We’re best friends. Twin flames. Soul mates. But not more. I’ve never been in a relationship where we are both nothing and everything all at once. We’re not nothing.
You encompass me. You’re not supposed to. But you do. I love it. I want to become the best version of myself because of you. I want you to praise me, send me words now that you’re far away telling me how much you miss me.
Do you miss me?
I’d like to think so. I don’t think I give you a chance to miss me enough. Maybe I won’t text you tomorrow, stay silent and watch if you notice. But that is moving into the dangerous territory of mind games: Silent Proof. Because if you fail, I have only myself to blame. I know how busy you are. And you’re not a phone person anyway.
Talk to me more. Please.
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Love seeing you in my notifs✨🥰
aww <3 thank yu
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Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.
Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.
Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.
Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.
Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.
Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.
Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.
Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.
Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.
Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.
It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.
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I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!!
God!! Yesterday I was scrolling through the people that follow me and the ones that I follow, to clear out bots, and!!!! i saw your username and instantly went "WAIT! WHAT HAPPENED?!?! Where is she!!!???"
And now i come online and see you rebloged 😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜
ahhhhhhhh hello!!!
How are you??
Yeah, I decided to rejoin real life at the end of 2020 and let me tell you, I have had one HELL and HEAVEN of a 2021. I miss writing so much though, so I'm going to try and come baaaaack.
<3<3<3<3<3
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CUTE
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; how they kiss part two
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Featuring: HQ, BNHA, JJK
Rating: M for Mature, 18+
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Part One
How They Kiss Masterlist
Main Masterlist
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The two of you are getting ready for a party or an event and you put on that black dress he loves so much. You catch his eye as he fumbles with his tie and you appraise your appearance in the mirror. He comes over to you so you can fix it for him and almost on instinct he’s reaching out to grip at your hips. He leans down when you’re finished and goes right in for the kiss. He mumbles against your lips “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. Let’s stay home instead.” You agree.
– TANAKA, ATSUMU, IWAIZUMI, USHIJIMA, DENKI, KIRISHIMA, SERO, ENJI, GOJO
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this could be about anyone and i love it
I mean he’s kinda ugly and freaky looking I’ll admit it but he’s special to me so it’s fine
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i sprinted when i got a notif hi hi 🤍 i can tell by reading your writing that you spend a lot of time with good books and good people. immerse yourself in the experiences of everyday things and soak it in cause your words are always strung together with experience care and a flare. i think you like the color purple because it’s very vibrant and reminds me of you but also because it’s a very melodic color if that makes sense? hope you are well
Hiiiiiiiiii!!!!!
hehehehehe yes! you’re right! we already talked about it, but purple is one of my fave colours, just under greens!
hahaha this is so interesting!
I mis
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seven
*personal writing project experiment*
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 I never thought I would fall in love with him. I never thought it would get that far. 
First of the many reasons why was that he was three years younger than me. Twenty. The second one was that I hadn't given my heart to anyone in a while. Coming too soon from a relationship that lasted way too long. Third of the reasons, I never thought the two of us would act on our feelings. It was a simple crush for me, I don't know what it was for him. 
Fourth of the reasons, his heart belonged to someone else. And I gravely misjudged the severity of just how much it belonged to that person.
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I have a question, does my writing tell you anything about me? Like, can you tell what kinda coffee I like or fave colour or something?
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Resisting the feminine urge to say I love you to everyone I have a positive interaction with
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