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lavend3r-stardust · 1 month ago
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"Match my freak! " Bitch! Match my ethusiasm! Match my whimsical joy and wonder and dumbassery!!! Match my optimism and thoughtfulness and clown shit or you can get tf out, respectfully.
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handmadetales · 30 days ago
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something about giving toddler to pre-pubescent girls a (usually plastic) baby as a toy to play with is concerning. are women really ‘natural nurtures and caretakers’ or are they just babies who became products of a certain social conditioning, a convention woven so conventionally into society that it never gets questioned or goes out of practice, before they could properly say things out loud?
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creatingnikki · 5 months ago
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The moment you opened your mouth and I heard that accent I knew we had lived two very different lives. But how then did I come to find you so endearing by the end of the night? I could imagine a life with someone like you. Not flashy but not flimsy either. A good listener, a kind heart, capable and smart, and a keen tender interest in my existence. Yes, these things are what I truly value. All else is fluff. A person with whom life can feel like a safe, nurturing space. Like a serene beach with the two of us only. Taking turns resting our head on the other’s lap, talking, laughing, cherishing. For that your height, your religion, your birth place, your reading interests — no, they don’t matter. How you look at me, how you understand me, and how you hold my hand — this does.
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sugurizz · 1 year ago
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At this point having him all over my camera roll is not enough, seeing him f-ck is not enough, fantasizing about his evil ass is not enough, NOTHING is enough, I need his 🐎🐓 inside me, Idc, IDC, I NEED to summon him into reality, fck him for 3 months straight for 4 times a year, every year, I can't keep obsessing over a mythical dude I can't I- 😭😭😭
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justanotherchangeling · 21 days ago
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Shout out to my fellow neurodivergents who lose their mouth words and fine motor skills when overwhelmed and make door hinge noises while gesturing vaguely to stuff in hopes that someone will be able to interpret what they need. Also shout out to my friends who took the time to learn how to interpret me like that. Also shout out to my friends who, when they found out I sign when I can't talk, promptly began INDEPENDENTLY STUDYING SIGN IN THEIR FREE TIME IN ORDER TO COMMUNICATE WITH ME. I love my friends yall. So so so much. Love them
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evvyyypeters-fics · 27 days ago
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Chat, it’s frickin 3 am and im drooling over a rabid Kit Walker in heat so bad rn that I could just NAWT wait to put the fic out. someone shoot me
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its-a-dam-blue-brick · 16 days ago
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the classic line but...
"I would die for you."
"Thousands of men would die for me, my dear, none more special than another."
"I would live for you."
"I would not die for you. Your very word, I would cling to, a buoy in a blackened sea. "I would not die for you. Your every wish and whim I would fulfill as an order from Heaven above. "I would not die for you. I would destroy all that would threaten you, so you should never fear a sacrifice in your name. "I would not die for you. I would live beside you, your pillar of support and last line of defense. "I would not die for you. I would live for you. Past you. And I would leave traces of you upon the earth and in the lines of history so you would never fade from memory of man. "Let me love you, and I will not die for you because my love will make you immortal."
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annagxx · 21 days ago
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It's 3:07 am to be exact, and I'm sitting here wondering why they did what they did. I don't even know what kind of person I am sometimes. Why can’t I just get angry, move on, and act like a normal person? But that's not who I am. Instead, I try to understand what could’ve made them act that way, what was going on in their life that hurt me. Maybe they were struggling with their own issues, and maybe I should check up on them. People might say that being this understanding makes me a good person, but they don’t see the exhaustion I go through. I’m always fighting between trying to understand others or just accepting that I’m hurt. Why can’t I just process things like everyone else? Why do I always think about what others are going through, even when they hurt me? It’s a good trait, but not for me. I don’t have control over it. If I did, I would stop. Because sometimes, it feels so unfair......to me.
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aintshitprincess · 2 months ago
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One broken promise at the time ...
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I actually have to move out. I did not intentionally push it for so long but now is getting embarrassing. Let me get out of this mad house. So I can peacefully go insane in my own place and finally give a break to the 4 walls that is my room.
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lavend3r-stardust · 1 month ago
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drowning-faith · 3 months ago
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“You probably won’t understand,
most people don’t.
You probably will never understand;
How much anger,
How much self hatred -
Someone.
Must.
Have.
To take
a razor
To themselves.
And
Cut
Into
Their
Own
Skin.”
- quotes of a depressed mind//
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creatingnikki · 8 months ago
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3 am and you're sitting on the kitchen floor and you keep your phone aside and everything is silent and you realize that this is the first time in a week that you've had silence alone. Have you missed it or have you been avoiding it? A bit of both, always a bit of both. It's been a while since you made spaghetti and it's March already — the moon has missed you (and other lies to hide your irrelevancy). twenty seven is old enough to not repeat a mistake for the third time and yet young enough to say fuck it and do it anyway. there's not much I know now, there's not much I want to know. I just want to be on the beach when the days are gorgeous and eat food without my body hating me and read books that speak to parts of me that can't articulate for themselves. I just want to hug my friend and make my mother smile and write a few lines that will be understood by someone somewhere. It's still these very things. It's always been these very things. Even at 27 when I'm sitting alone on the kitchen floor at 3 am. Especially then.
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sweetsweetperil · 3 months ago
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I need something real to sink my teeth into..
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adhd-merlin · 9 months ago
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if you start thinking about all the love arthur had in his heart for his friends and his people and his family you'll start finding him attractive I'm here to warn you never to do this it's too dangerous
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