#Tell me why aint nothing but a heart ache

[pebiejeebies]

WHY THE FUCK DID THIS SHIT BLOW UP

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[hex-witch-nicole]

Why are there so many knot un-tie-ing game ads on my Tumblr dot com.

I am immune to rope propaganda 😡

I will not be installing the app

[kallmekathy]

boy bands ?

TELL ME WHY AINT NOTHING BUT A HEART ACHE TELL ME WHY AINT NOTHING BUT A MISTAKE TELL MY WHY I NEVER WANNA HEAR YOU SAYYYY I WANT IT THAT WAY

I don't listen to many but I like backstreet boys and nsync 😼

[swagging-back-to]

ok tell m why (aint nothing but a heart ache)

but no seriously tell me why thinking of dipping a tostada into salsa rojo is disgusting but not tortilla chips???

[whatsnothappening]

I was asked to be his valentine today

As ive said before, i am married. I love this man with all of my heart. We are very newly married but i feel like i have been married to him for years. Now we are just legal. (said that already i know lol) But today he asked me to be his valentine. Something so simple, and it gave me butterflies. I had been joking with him the past couple of days about him asking me, it was an honest joke. I had been seeing on tik tok, facebook etc. of all these girls saying that if their husbands dont ask them to be their valentine then they're not even married lol. But he made sure to ask me, to me i feel that is so sweet. Even with something so simple he made sure to make it happen for me. He knows i dont really care for these hallmark holidays. They're just created and made a big deal for money. We can make any day of the year our valentines day. Valentines day is just the one day of the year where couples are pressured into buying the other something when they need nothing, flowers are brought home to die, disgusting valentines day chocolates are bought to be thrown away and its a day for people who are lonely and single to wonder why they dont have a special someone. (you dont need one, girl/boy live you're life and love your self.. valentines day aint shit.)  I cant stand it. But now i sit here, a hypocrite because i am excited that i was asked to be his valentine. Something that he probably thought i was kidding but wasn't sure and wanted to make sure he was doing right by me and asked me. I find it extremely sweet and it just makes me fall in love with him even more. I am currently in the mindset where i am just at a understanding that not every relationship is perfect and never will be. Everyone will have their ups and downs. I just hate our current negative. This is so uncomfortable to say, but i need his physical touch. I need the warmth of his hands on me. I need him. We havent been able to be intimate in so long because he blames it on his testosterone. Which could be true... but, there is a very big back story to this (i am already preparing myself for the rambling im about to do to try and explain this story) that leads me to believe that it isn't entirely the testosterone. Now, he has been told by doctors that it could be the fact that he is over weight. but we both are.... So why is it that i can beg for him and he never is in the mood. So let me go back a few years. Even before we even got engaged. We have been dealing with this for a long long while. Before our relationship lacked lust we were constantly in each others pants. There was a time together that we weren't at least feeling each other up. I could not keep my hands off of him and he couldn't me. Until all of a sudden it stopped. i mean it just stopped. It wasn't like how you see in movies or dramatic shows where you see random pans of the guy making a move and the girl pretends she's tired/ has her period/ has a head ache. Or where the husband just explains he cant because hes too tired but secretly he has had someone on the side and he literally is drained out. (which i hate that they always play that way, because that could go either way... girls are players too.... aside from the period part.. men cant fake that lol) Now, i am not in any means accusing him of cheating. we have been dealing with this issue for years. i would not have married a man i suspect of cheating. Believe me or not, im sure i sound like every other girl... but the man would never. i know he is in it for the long haul. I think the problem is me. and it isn't that i dont want him. i fucking want him, everyday like i have every day since ive met him. i am absolutely infatuated with the man. but i am not what i was when he first met me. I was thin, i was in shape. I was flexible. now my face is unrecognizable, my body is bigger than it ever was before. i am not desirable anymore. i am not what he finds attractive today. he tells me im beautiful every time i cry to him on why he wont touch me or make love to me anymore. and he tells me how sorry he is. he tells me he will go to the doctor. he promises me that he still loves me and wants me everyday but his body wont let him. he says he tries to get himself in the mood because his mind wants it but his body wont...get up and go. So, if his doctors has told him that considering he is over weight.. and that he has never been able to grow facial hair or whatever else they've told him i would say okay, yes this hurts but it is his testosterone. it has to be. Well my issue is... when his body does work is when we are with other people... we are open. i trust him. i know that even if he is with another women he will come back with me. now we never go off on our own with other people. we just like group activities. at first i wasn't about it because i had never tried anything like that before. i had always thought about it. but i always thought my first time would be with friends or randoms from a bar or whatever. not with the man im going to marry, but i honestly am happy that it went this way because we have been safe about it and he keeps me feeling comfortable and confident during everything. if i still was in shape i dont think i would have much issues with confidence, but with the body i have now...im not used to her. i dont want to be, im trying to get back to being comfortable and healthy but thats a whole other story. so back to when we first started talking about it, i enjoyed talking about it. a lot. it was so fucking hot. it was like we were back to the beginning everything was so fucking fresh and exciting. i loved talking about it. then it fucking lit his flame again. i was full again. i had no issues. everything was perfect again, until i realized that every time we were making love the main topic was having a threesome or having an orgy. He would start everything off with that. He would bring up a scenario and pick my brain about it and then start telling me how sexy he thinks it would be to watch me doing whatever we were talking about with another girl.... i started to freak out, i was panicking. Sex with him started to become empty, i was just going through the motions for a while. until i broke. i told him that we needed to break up because i couldn't offer him what he truly wanted and that i would never make him happy. he was extremely quick to shut that down. he said that a threesome or anything like that meant nothing to him if it meant losing me and that he never wanted to talk about it again. the first time that happened i think we had sex just a few times after that and then we were back to nothing. going to bed sometimes giving a peck and saying goodnight. i dont remember how it was brought up again but it was and i told him i needed time to think about it, we talked about it and went through the motions again and i chickened out. because it felt like the first time. we went back and forth with this for a while. well i think i started to tell myself that i was being ridiculous and that i needed to get out of my head and realize that we both are kinky and we just like sex and obviously something so new would get anyone excited. so i agreed to it. the first time was absolutely horrible. the people that we did it with where absolutely fucking psychotic. needless to say we no longer talk to them. they tried making it seem like we were in a relationship. the next couple of times where amazing. well we stopped doing them because well... life happened and we just had to buckle down and we were trying to plan our wedding. oh yea btw somewhere in this time frame we got engaged. well, i have noticed that ever since we stopped with the group shit we are back to this roommate shit. i mean thats how i feel. i just have a roommate that i now share a bank account with? i mean... am i an idiot for marrying a guy that doesn't want me? i kept saying its a coincidence that his dick just works only when we are talking about sex and having group sex but if he doesn't want me then why would he marry me? why would he even ask me? because we were having these issues before he even proposed.. So what is all of this for. its not a fucking coincidence. im sorry, but it isn't. he no longer is attracted to me. i dont know if he just doesn't realize it or if he is afraid to admit it. but i know thats what it is. i just dont know how to fix it. because the thing is... i am back in the gym i am trying to watch my portion control and just make smarter and healthier choices but it is so annoying because i want to make sure i am doing this for myself and not so he will fuck me.... i want to be happy, i want to be healthy, i want to feel good. i am not going to the gym just so i can get some fucking dick from my husband. i mean god damnitl... who knows if i will even get dick if i lose all this weight (wait not if WHEN i lose all this fuckin weight) because when i do i am probably going to have saggy deflated tits and loose skin everywhere... hed probably prefer me fat. god, imagine if i was going through this after having a child with him. would this make me resent my child? i mean this shit genuinely scares me. it makes your head go through dark shit. do i just confront him and tell him that he needs to really think about it and own up to the shit? or am i just putting thoughts into his head? I literally have no clue... i think my issue with thinking this way is that we have been dealing with this for so fucking long and he has promised to go to the doctor for it but he has yet to do it. and im tired of hearing fucking excuses... it has been years that we have been dealing with this. enough is enough. i guess i can tell him and be honest and explain to him what has been going through my head and tell him that if he doesn't buck up and go to the doctor and i dont see some fucking results then that proves me right. because if it genuinely was his body and he is as broken as he says he is then why the fuck hasn't he taken care of it yet. i mean jesus christ.... anytime he does joke around and get the tiniest bit touchy i am uncomfortable and literally have to tell him to stop because its not normal to me. i havent had his normally constant handsy shit so now im just.... not used to it. what? am i supposed to just be ready to spread my legs when ever hes horny? and thats another thing... he told me “you have to keep in mind, if i ever get touchy dont think that means i automatically want to have sex. im just messing around” WELL, we havent fucked in god knows how long so my bad for hoping that you man handling my tits OUT OF FUCKING NO WHERE makes me hope and prey that i might feel physically connected to you finally.... i hate this... i just want to get back to normal. we have other negatives too... those are soo fucking minor, like the most microscopic little disagreements.... why cant those be our big issues. i feel like i am just married to a friend. not a lover, not a husband. what did i do wrong? he gained weight too! its not just me... i still love him and want him with every inch hes gained. i still think he just as handsome if anything more handsome than ever because we watched each other mature and find our selves over the years. why is it like this? i think i need to just talk to him. he needs to understand that this shit needs to stop and change before this shit goes south. im sorry but i cant handle this for much longer. having sex with him isnt just sex. i feel connected... i feel safe... i feel loved. i miss that so much...

[perramore]

*3 am*

Camilo: TELL ME WHY

Also Camilo, just in a different voice: AINT NOTHING BUT A HEART ACHE

Dolores, just nextdoor: *planning every single way possible to murder him*

[penisman420-69]

hey hey!! here's a lineup of things I plan to do during pride month, and if you are interested in seeing any of this my twitch link is in my bio!! :)

- Minecraft houses based off the vibes I get from pride flags (made by someone who can't build)

- returning to quackbama in Sims 4 but giving them a better storyline because it's what they deserve

- finish Life is Strange: Before the Storm episodes (episode 1 is already out)

- Tell Me Why

- Night in the Woods

more content will be added as I think of it!!! :)

[soni-dragon]

It’s 12:30 in the morning and I’m about to go to bed and suddenly hear my brother loudly singing the chorus to I Want It That Way from his room

[absolute-box]

Boy, in the middle of class: tell me why

Everyone in his row: ain't nothing but a heart ache

Boy: tell me why

Everyone: ain't-

Teacher: can the back row boys be quiet

Teacher: why are you all laughing

[kalethemonster]

if lava hot and dangerouds,,, why orenge?????

[mendesxruel]

nobody crumbles completely when i cry 😭

[mxwhore]

todays progress:

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came up with immersive but not spoilery file names

dialogue content warnings written stuff i always leave for the end because i quite literally cant read

beautiful rolls and folds of skin because apparently i still need to drill into some of yall heads that Martin is fat and hot exclusively because of the fact that he is fat and a bitch seriously im tired of saying this look at this nice clean shaven man with his cute little glasses and soft chubby cheeks WHY would you do this to my boy why do you need another bitch white twink when riverdale is right there i dont get it tell me why aint nothing but a heart ache

[acozysoulwrites]

She's just gone

Description: I really don't know what this is, but I hate Leah so much so LMFAO enjoy it regardless of your opinion on her|| Daryl and reader are out on a run when they stumble on the cabin that he met Leah in a while ago. Only, he hasn't told her about Leah yet. Curse warnings, mild spoilers for season 10 episode 18 ig.

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Daryl's gaze lowers to the ground. The note still in his hand. He wants to rip it up. Somehow, someway, he wants it to disappear and he wants her memory of it to vanish too. Anything to reset this damn day. They shouldn't have come this way. He shouldn't have let her choose the road that lead here, he knew where it went and he didn't stop her. Why? Was it that deep down he wanted her to find it? That he still remembered how painful that summer was and that he wanted nothing more than to get this pain and guilt off his chest? He knew it was—He's so fucking stupid.

"Yeah, I was but I didn't know how" He whispers, a heavy layer of guilt coats his lungs and he feels it become harder to breathe. Fuck.

"W-" She stops. "When? When was it?".

The pain in her voice is enough to make him want to rip his fucking heart out. Why the fuck didn't he say anything? He loved her. Not Leah...

Their eyes lock for a moment. Only a moment. "After Rick" Pain pinpricks in his throat at his best friend's name.

She calculates the date in her head for a moment. "When we started talking..." She breathes, eyes wondering off somewhere into the far distance as she realizes.

Their timelines crossed. Only barely, but he had them both on his mind at the same time. She feels her heart ache and her breath hitch.

"Was I a rebound?"

Daryl's eyes went round. "What? No why the hell would ya say that?!" he hisses, casting the note to Leah onto the cabin floor.

She had no right to suggest that. Did she not know how hard it was for him to love? To open up? She was crazy to think that she was only a rebound. Daryl didn’t work like that. He didn’t just- fuck. He fell in love with her.

"We ain’t doin this here" He cuts her off as she's about to speak again, grabbing his crossbow from the porch, he swings it over his shoulder and walks towards the door.

"Daryl!" She pleads, but he continues towards his bike.

Her jaw clenches. "Daryl don't you fucking dare walk away from me!" She argues, storming off the porch after him, she watches as he stops and slowly turns to meet her angry eyes.

His brows furrow. "What is there to talk about huh? You done made up your goddamn mind! I ain't good enough for ya! You say I aint cared for ya!?" He's pointing at her angrily now. "That you're a fuckin' rebound?! Thats bullshit!" He yells, his arms falling to his side.

Tears fill her eyes as she struggles to keep them locked on his. His frown slowly disappears and it's replaced with an expression she can't quite read.

"You know what Daryl?" She grips her drawstring bag anxiously. "I don't know what went down, but If it was so important that we're fighting now... instead of you reassuring me that it was nothing... Then maybe you and I need a break" She finishes and turns back towards the path they came from.

The corner of his mouth falls. "Where ya goin?"

"Home..." She says and instantly his heart stops.

She never ever called Alexandria home. She called him home. She said that no matter where they ended up living her only home would be him. Now she's calling a place home, not him.

And just like that. He watches as she walks away, not even bothering to look back. His body is aching to punch something right now. To kill something. So he’ll do that. He mounts his bike, starts the engine, and as she disappears into the evening light he drives the opposite way.

She's just gone.

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