#I’m lucky

[soulinkpoetry]

There are friends and there are those “ forever friends”. You know you’re lucky if you have one of those.

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ΑΓΑΠΗ ( agape ) Greek

The highest form of love. A self sacrificial and unconditional love. A love, that transcends and persists no matter the circumstances.

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.music Alkistis Ptotopsalti S’agapo

[garrettfuckingkoval]

Officially paid my mortgage off. Officially own the land my house sits on.

Ya’ll..

my only real bills are property taxes, cell phone, and car insurance.

I have zero subscriptions.

My monthly bills total around $200, the rest of my money, is my money.

[moonlit-knightz]

Happy 25th birthday to me & 22nd to Robby Keene! I’m so lucky to share a birthday with one of my favorite characters ❤️

[catnamedstaurn]

Guess who got Caramel arrow cookie on their second pull :)

[skinreflectsthesun]

I miss my baby, I’m at work and he’s at daycare but I miss him so much

[teardropsonsmyguitar]

the friends I’ve met through taylor alison swift have made my years so much better

[cosmictap]

Now. I want to know how and why i’ve latched onto eurovision this year. I DIDN’T EVEN WATCH IT?? IVE *NEVER* WATCHED IT (fully) BEFORE?

Guys. I looked up what the first year eurovision took place in.

1956 btw. switzerland won

and 1969 is actually a very interesting year, seeing as there were FOUR countries tied for first (UK, Spain, The Netherlands, France)

Both sweden and ireland have won seven times (though ireland did it first)

WHY DO I KNOW THIS??

[cygnus-is-tired]

Shocking news everybody! Person with chronic pain (me) is experiencing pain!

[oneluckcatsgirlhero-blog]

Oh my ^^ I’m famous 

[thatslifept1]

My girl is doing Lego right now and all I can think about is how perfect she is like god damn she’s so beautiful

[soulinkpoetry]

Grateful to be surrounded with people who love me. Even the ones who can’t touch you , their words find their way to your soul like a hot coffee on a winter’s day.

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[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[glittersugarcookie]

honestly, i don’t even know how to put into words how much my nana means to me. she’s my everything. she’s not just my nana, she’s my soulmate. i can’t even think about the day she’s not here because i don’t know how i’m supposed to exist without her. she’s taught me everything i know, from how to be a woman to how to just… live life better. she’s the one who showed me that you always put lotion on right after you shower so your skin stays soft and young. she’s the one who taught me to always wear perfume, even if you’re just going to bed, because feeling good for yourself matters too. she taught me how to carry myself, how to speak to people with kindness but still stand up for myself. how to act when i’m out in the world, even little things like restaurant etiquette, she made sure i knew. she’s so much more than a nana, she’s my best friend, my biggest inspiration, my favorite person. every little thing i do, i think of her, and it makes me want to be better, you know? i want to be the kind of woman she’d be proud of. i just love her so much it hurts.

[batsandcrows]

Just thoughts today…1/6/2025

I still feel a heaviness from what has transpired over the weekend. I lost a friend to a terrible crime in which he didn’t survive.

Goth music is my solace. Always has been, I think. Which explains why I felt miserable in my on and off “normie” phases. Black is my comfort color. I feel like myself when I wear black or incorporate it somehow when I want to be colorful.

Offline, I’m friends with preppers and old hippies and musicians. We like the parts between “middle of nowhere” and some form of spirit realm where ghosts and entities roam freely. No one cares much about anything except for if you’re a good person and you practice daily in being a good creature to the planet.

I often think about my “old life” where I was a different person, not the confident being I am today. I had different friends; two who proved they weren’t really friends, but enemies in disguise. When you live in the “middle of no-damn-where”, there aren’t really any pretenses. You come as you are, and if you’re a Goth who thrives on listening to Goth music especially on a difficult day, you’re still part of the community. Not many people out here care about your background or differences.

Are you a good person? Do you interact with the community? Are you kind? Do you support small local businesses even when their views are different than yours?

It’s a brand new kindness I’m not accustomed to. It’s nice. I feel comfortable being myself now, without worrying about others being paranoid about seeing a little introverted Goth minding their own business, and whether or not they think I’m a reincarnation of the criminals at Columbine. Jeez…Columbine ruined a lot of experiences for Goths in the 90s and early 00s.

[radspacefuckk]

Honestly looking back I couldn’t be more grateful to be where I’m at today.

[tanjir0se]

Disclaimer these are just a small sampling of some possible writer traits I’ve noticed either in myself or in fics I read. Also consider a rb for sample size !