#This shows that their words have no value. Remember that 🤍

[starmaker-astral]

The bullies of tumblr since I deactivated anonymous asks and have to talk face to face :

[kidstemplatte]

broken by love

summary: uncle copi babysits you and terzo’s daughter.

message at the end of the post as usual. please enjoy. 🤍🐁

(this is gonna make me cry)

“Ciao, fratellino!” Terzo greeted his brother, standing in the doorway of the Cardinal’s quarters, holding his little girl, Violetta, in his arms.

“What a lovely surprise!” Copia replied with a grin.

“Sorry I threw this upon you with such short notice, I’m going out with (Y/N) - er- this one’s Mommy tonight.” He said, quickly correcting his mistake as he placed his toddler on the ground.

“Oh no, you are not throwing anything on me at all. I am always happy to see my niece.”

“Alright la mia stellina, your Mama and I will be back tonight. Have fun. Make sure he stays out of trouble.” Terzo said, as if he himself didn’t come out of the womb Satan’s greatest troublemaker.

“I will! Hi, Uncle Copi!” she beamed, jumping up and down in excitement. Violetta loved spending time with her uncle. He was funny and sweet and had lots of cool toys in his room. Not to mention apple juice.

“Alright tesoro, have fun, but do not forget about me. I love you, la mia stellina.” Terzo said, kneeling to the ground and planting kisses all over his daughter’s soft face.

“Bye-bye Papa! I love you!” she waved as her father left the room.

“So, what shall we do?” the Cardinal asked his niece, clapping his hands together and shifting them a bit.

“Can I see your toys?” she asked excitedly, looking up at him with her big round eyes, strikingly akin to yours.

“Eh… My toys?” He asked, a bit confused, until realizing what she was referring to. “Oh, of course!”

Copia was, to put it bluntly, a big fat nerd. The shelves in his office were lined with what he would describe as “artifacts”, figurines and merchandise from various games, films, and comics, which were now old enough to be considered “vintage.” Thinking about that sent a shiver down his spine. Typically, Copia was pained when someone referred to his collectibles as “toys”, but found it utterly adorable in this scenario.

“Right this way!” He announced, crouching down a bit to take her tiny hand in his and lead her towards his office.

Upon entering the room, Violetta gazed up at the various memorabilia in awe, mouth agape. The Cardinal couldn’t lie; it was nice that someone finally showed some appreciation for his collection.

“Can we play?” she asked politely, pointing at the shelves.

In this moment, the value of the figurines meant nothing to him. He would normally become frazzled when someone touched his things, waving his hands frantically while jumbling a plethora of words,

“Nononothesearespecialdonottouchpleaseyouseetheyareworthalotandeverythingisexactlywhereitneedstobeplacedand-“

But she was a well-mannered girl, and beyond that, was far more special than anything on his shelf. Besides, at the unlikely chance she were to break something, it would be a wonderful excuse for him to scroll through eBay and search for a replacement (as well as other trinkets) late into the depths of the night. And if anything were to be broken, it would be broken by love. The best thing to be broken by.

“Sure!” he responded cheerfully, gesturing towards his display and letting her decide which characters would join today’s cast of playtime.

Today’s storyline was rather enthralling. A young and beautiful woman named Collette (a Princess Leia doll) was secretly in love with “Señor Joe”, (a Boba Fett figurine) someone her parents told her she must never speak with. The story ended triumphantly with a beautiful marriage. Copia didn’t know how or when they got there- he remembers Violetta briefly mentioning flying to Brazil on a private jet- maybe a war at one point- but somehow the two figures wound up at a marvelous wedding ceremony on Mars in front of all the Storm Troopers, to which, Violetta triumphantly announced, “The End!”

The Cardinal couldn’t help but wonder what you and Terzo were watching on television that inspired this thrilling plot.

“Wow, that was quite the story!” he said, impressed with his niece’s imagination. “You are very creative, much like your Mama and Papa.”

“Thank you Uncle Copi!” she chirped, practicing the manners you and Terzo taught her.

“Of course.” Copia caught sight of the clock, shocked by how much time had flown by.

“Violetta, it is now a very important time of day.” He announced.

“I already had nap time, Uncle Copi!”

To this, he chuckled, and ruffled his niece’s hair.

“Not nap time, it is feeding time.”

“But I’m not hungry.” She replied.

“Not for you, but for my rats.”

“Rats? You have rats? I want to see! Pleasepleaspleasepleaseplease!” She squealed, shaking her little hands in excitement, a mannerism he observed she shared with you.

“Papa says they are foul creatures plagued with disease!” she said, her bright smile indicating that she clearly had no understanding what any of that meant. For all she knew, that could be a top-tier compliment.

“Do you want to help me feed them?” he asked.

“Yes! Yes!” she agreed as she followed him out the door and down the hall, singing a little song about rats on the way. He might have to write that down.

And there they stood, in all their glory, two little rats in a spacey, well-kept cage, their beady eyes and soft grey fur capturing the little girl’s attention.

“Uncle Copi, they are so cute!!!” Violetta squealed.

“Would you like to hold one?” He asked as he opened the cage, refilling their food bowl.

Violetta got a tad nervous after his proposal, fingers fidgeting with the sides of her dress and her expression shifting to an anxious one.

“They are very sweet. You do not have to hold them if you do not want to, but I promise if you are gentle to them, they will be gentle to you.”

“That makes sense.” Violetta replied after her uncle’s thoughtful explanation. “I want to hold one.” She concluded. “Please.” She added, remembering what she was taught.

Maybe Terzo could learn some manners from his four-year-old daughter.

The Cardinal thought to himself.

“Now, hold your hands out like this.” He explained, cupping his hands with his palms facing up. “Do you want to hold Pesto or Bean?”

The latter name made Violetta giggle.

“Is something funny?” he teased.

“Bean is a funny name.” she replied through giggles, pointing at Bean, the brown rat.

“Okie dokie, one Bean coming right up!”

Copia gently picked up his precious Bean and placed him in Violetta’s hands. She giggled as she looked down on the little rat, so small, so sweet. A little bit like her.

“He is nice.” She said, smiling. “His feet tickle.”

“He is very nice. And sí, they do tickle. One time I was in a very important meeting and I did not notice this little Bean was in my sleeve until I felt him pitter-pattering up my arm and started laughing in front of the entire Clergy. Your Papa was there.” He recalled.

“Really?” Violetta asked.

“As real as real can be.”

“I guess I can’t bring him to school.” she sighed.

“I suppose not. But Bean is highly educated already. Does not need any more schooling.”

“Oh. I see.” she replied.

After some bonding time with Bean, Copia scooped him up and placed him back in his penthouse of a cage.

Bye bye, Bean. Bye bye, Pesto. She said, waving to the little rats.

“Next time you will have to hold Pesto. My bestie, Pestie.”

“Your what?”

“My bestie, Pestie. Bestie Pestie.” he explained nonchalantly.

To this, Violetta did not just giggle. If “Bean” was funny, “Bestie Pestie” was downright hilarious. The little girl started laughing so hard her stomach hurt, rolling on the ground as she repeated “Bestie Pestie.” The sound of the young girl’s laughter brought a newfound lightness in his heart, one that left his heart full but a little bit broken simultaneously. The two of them laughed together on the carpet, sharing what would be a treasured memory even years later.

After recovering from the laughter, Violetta asked,

“Can we play a game? Please? The car one?”

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“That’s how my Papa drives.” Violetta stated bluntly as she sipped on a juice box, pointing at the television screen as she watched her uncle crash the pixelated car in his video game.

Copia chuckled.

“Maybe you can do a better job than me? Your turn again?” He asked, holding out the controller.

“I like to watch. It’s fun.”

“Okie dokie.” Copia said, starting a new round of his game.

But this round was a little bit quieter. There was an absence of conversation. Violetta, exhausted from an afternoon of playing and laughter, fought the urge to fall asleep as her eyes started fluttering shut.

“Copi?” she suddenly said.

“Sí?”

“Are you a Papa?” the girl questioned.

“No, cara mia, that’s your father’s job.” he explained, laughed softly.

“Are you a Papa?”

“I’m afraid I do not understand.”

“Are you somebody’s Papa?”

…

Such a simple question that dug up so many not-so-simple feelings.

“Are you asking if I am a father?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. No, I am not.” He clarified, heart sinking a tad.

“Why not?”

How was he to explain to a four year old that he didn’t have what was considered a prerequisite to a child: a partner? That he was never sure if he would fall in love or that even if he did, there would never be anyone in the world who would love him back? That he wanted to be a Papa more than anything, but his life had not led him to that point?

“I already have my rats, I suppose.”

“You should do it.” Violetta suggested, as if it was a simple thing to accomplish.

“Maybe one day.” he replied, smiling softly.

“You’d be a good Papa.” she sleepily uttered.

“Thank you, Violetta. My brother is very lucky to be your Papa.” He replied, sincerely.

And the sleepy young girl gathered all the energy she had into one final statement before dozing off:

“Love you, Uncle Copi.”

“I love you too, Violetta.”

And she was off to sleep.

Copia carefully stood up, trying not to wake the sleeping girl, and walked to the closet to grab a blanket. He picked up something else as well: a small rat plushie he had been saving for her birthday. He figured he would give it to her now, so she could have a Bestie Pestie of her own. After placing the large blanket over her, he tucked the stuffed animal snugly beside her.

Copia sat beside her on the couch, scrolling online to find a new birthday present for her. He settled on a Barbie airplane that would make a divine private jet for Señor Joe and Colette.

Just after he pressed “order”, he heard a knock on the door and its soft squeak as it opened.

“How cute.” You said quietly, entering his room and seeing your daughter sleeping peacefully on the couch.

Terzo, rather than commenting on the sheer adorableness of his baby girl as he normally would, decided to torment his brother.

“Ay ay ay, I trusted you, mio fratello, with my sweet and precious daughter, only for you to allow her to rot her mind in front of a screen.” Terzo said facetiously, gesturing to the paused television, placing his hand on his forehead with an exaggerated sigh.

Copia, although accustomed to his brother’s persistent sarcasm, was petrified at the idea of rotting his niece’s brain. His facial expression was one of terror, and he immediately began spewing out a plethora of apologies until you gently stepped in.

“Don’t worry about it, Copia.” you affirmed him. “He’s just being Terzo.” you continued, playfully slapping your husband lightly on his arm.

“Is that so bad?” Terzo continued, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I never said that.” You responded, a smile and a soft blush creeping up on your face as your banter went back and forth, words slurring together.

Yeah, clearly it was a fun and not-so-sober night out. Good for you guys. Being a parent couldn’t be easy.

Noticing Copia awkwardly gazing around the room, you decided to spare your brother-in-law from your flirting, something your husband would never do.

“She always loves spending time with you.” you said, walking up to the couch and scooping your daughter into your arms.

“Aw, what’s this?” you asked, looking down at the cute little rat friend Copia had given to her, kneeling down and picking it up.

“Tell her she now has her own Bestie Pestie.”

“Huh?” Terzo said, raising an eyebrow.

“Pesto. The rat’s name is Pesto. Therefore he is my bestie, Pestie. Bestie Pestie.”

You actually had to pass Violetta over to your husband, still holding on to the stuffed rat, because “Bestie Pestie” on top of the alcohol might make you collapse.

“Bestie Pestie?” you wheezed out, trying desperately not to make too much noise, tears welling up in your eyes as you held onto the wall for support.

Terzo chuckled and rolled his eyes at his dorky little brother.

“Thank you for watching her, Copia.” Terzo said, giving his brother a warm smile.

“Of course. I hope you two had fun.” he replied.

You waved goodbye to the Cardinal, still holding onto the stuffed animal. You might have to share custody of this thing with your daughter.

“Tell Bestie Pestie I said hello.” You said, stumbling out the door, laughing.

As Copia said, Terzo was lucky to be a Papa. Beyond lucky.

But he was also lucky to be something else as well. A brother. Copia’s brother.

And even if Copia’s heart broke a little during his conversation with his niece, envious of his brother and the joy that came with being somebody’s Papa, that would mean it was broken by love.

The best thing to be broken by.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i wrote this in one day which is utterly insane for me.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhh i’m so in love with uncle copia, lowkey trying not to cry in public right now, violetta’s story is expanding and new characters are coming!!!

thank you so much for reading!!!

if you have sent me a request, it is coming!!!

<3, alice

[heelsandhalos]

Good morning @everyone!🤍

I apologize for the recent pause in our daily devotionals. I recently lost one of my best friends in the whole world. His name was Jimmy Lopez and he was murdered by Hemet Police Department.

Since then I have been standing alongside his family as we fight for justice.

That leads us to today's devotional...

Subject: Let There Be Justice

"But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!"

Amos 5:24

Reflection:

Ladies of Heels and Halos, today we reflect on the powerful words of Amos 5:24. In a world where injustice and unrighteousness often seem overwhelming, this verse calls us to envision a different reality—one where justice flows continuously, refreshing and cleansing our communities, much like a mighty river.

As women striving to embody both strength and grace, we are uniquely positioned to champion justice and righteousness. This verse encourages us not to be passive in the face of wrongdoing but to be active participants in creating a world where fairness and goodness prevail. Just as a river shapes the landscape it traverses, our consistent actions and unwavering commitment to justice can transform the environment around us.

Prayer:

Dear Heavenly Father,

We come before You with hearts open to Your word. Help us to embody the justice and righteousness You desire. Give us the strength to stand up against injustice and the wisdom to act righteously in all circumstances. May our actions be like a never-failing stream, continuously bringing Your love and fairness into the world. Guide us as we strive to be beacons of hope and change within our community and beyond. In Jesus' name, we pray, Amen.

Action Step:

Today, let's take a moment to identify an area in our community where we can make a difference. Whether it's supporting a local cause, advocating for someone's rights, or simply showing kindness and fairness in our daily interactions, let's commit to being agents of justice and righteousness. Together, we can let justice roll on like a river, impacting our world for the better.

Closing Thought:

Remember, ladies, that each of us has the power to influence change. As we walk in our heels and embrace our halos, let us do so with a steadfast commitment to justice and righteousness. Let these values guide us in every step we take.

I hope yall have a blessed Monday.

[sie-rui]

Hhheeellooo, can you do a request about Mikey and Chifuyu have feelings with male readers? I want to know how they realize their feelings, cope with the prejudice against same-sex people and whether they confess or hide it 👉👈

❀ SAME-SEX RELATIONSHIP | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 sano manjiro, matsuno chifuyu 💿 male reader, second pov (you/your), comfort, tw: homophobia, au - canon divergence, headcanon 📅 june 11, 2021 🔗 masterlist, version: 01, 02, 03

when they fall for someone with the same gender as them headcanon. but does gender really matter when it comes to love?

. . . SANO MANJIRO

☆ Sano Manjiro had always been aware of his feelings from day one. How else would you explain the dizziness he felt whenever you smiled at him, the fast beat of his traitorous heart that he once thought was long dead, and the expectation and wishful thinking to see you again.

☆ Japan had always been conservative but he knew that his family was not quite traditional. They lived with their grandfather who had lost his wife early on. Their parents were absent. Emma has a different mother from them, yet she was accepted so easily into the family. Shinichiro, ten years older, was the one who took care of them. And because Shinichiro is the best brother Mikey could ever have, there was one phrase he remembers well.

“Mikey, love is love. Love has no gender nor labels. It does not matter who you’ll end up falling in love with.”

☆ His grandfather never taught him anything about love so he always heeded Shinichiro’s words instead. If said grandfather has any problem with his sexuality then Mikey will face him himself.

☆ But what's important to him has always been his grandchildren's happiness, nothing else.

☆ When he confirmed that he really had fallen in love with you, there was no any further questions nor hesitation. You were his first love, the very first person he had shown interest in.

☆ He’ll tell you about it immediately. And even though he has this calm look on his face, he’s nervous deep inside. What if you were straight? What if you were against lgbtq?

☆ When you replied positively, Mikey will literally kiss you right then and there. No hesitations. It's stupid. It's love.

☆ Mikey seems like the person who doesn’t care what others will say. He literally founded a biker gang at barely twelve to fight people older than him just to protect people he cared about. He didn’t care what adults would say. He had always been unconventional. I think it would be the same with love.

☆ So what if same-sex relationship isn’t legal, isn’t considered normal? Mikey had never been normal, he had never fitted in the status quo. This wouldn’t make any difference in his ongoing list of “being different”.

☆ It’s another thing if it’s his closest members that is against his love though. Mikey deeply values his friends and if they clash opinions, it would hurt him. But does this stop him from loving? Fuck no.

☆ Not even others’ opinion can change the way he feels. No words can make his feelings for you magically disappear, no disgusted looks can make him stop loving you.

☆ He loves you and he isn’t afraid to show that.

☆ If anything, Mikey will have great pride in kissing you in public in front of anyone that shows him distaste just to get on their nerves and make them realize that they should start shutting up before he fully explodes.

☆ If you get affected by others’ jeers, Mikey will hold you by your face and apologize that he may be pushing it too far and making you uncomfortable.

“Manjiro, it’s not you. Don’t worry about it.”

☆ Mikey definitely fights anything that goes against him (or anything that moves, actually) so he’ll literally punch anyone that looks at you differently or insults you. He doesn’t care if the insult is directed at him but if you were the one being ridiculed, it’s a whole different story.

. . . MATSUNO CHIFUYU

☆ Matsuno Chifuyu, on the other hand, will deny it as best as he can. No. Nope. This is not happening. He’s not falling in love with you. Fuck.

☆ It obviously doesn’t work.

☆ I think he would slowly fall in love. You’ll start off as friends and the more he knows you, the more Chifuyu finds himself getting interested, the more he falls, the more he feels.

☆ I think that before you, he liked girls before so he really can’t believe that he’s falling for you.

☆ He’ll hide it. I have this irrational feeling that Chifuyu will hide it, try to convince himself that you’re only friends and there’s nothing more.

☆ Baji would be the person who’ll notice it. Chifuyu isn’t that guarded but when he is, Baji would notice immediately. He’s perceptive so he’ll instantly know what’s wrong. He’ll also be the one who’ll push Chifuyu into confessing.

"What’s wrong, man? I mean, if you love them, why not say so?" "Do I look like an idiot to you?"

☆ Baji is also the one who’ll set up everything. He may not be the smartest in his class but he’s a supportive friend and he’s really open. It pains him to see Chifuyu hiding his feelings. Chifuyu would only know about it at the very last moment that he just got set up by his very own friend.

☆ Will overthink. He’ll try to put it off. When he does confess, he’ll try to act passive, try to act as if it was nothing but his nervousness and the little twitches was real and you’ll be able to catch on that what he’s saying is genuine.

☆ Seriously on the brink of crying when you return his feelings.

☆ Backlash hurts a lot, especially from his conservative parents. Being a delinquent was already one thing, and now he’s introducing a boyfriend?

☆ You’ll be the one to comfort him about this. If he ends up getting disowned, it’s either you or Baji that has to open your doors for him. Does this change the fact that he loves you? No, it does not. He finally has you, finally feels happy, feels free; Chifuyu will not let that go.

☆ Public opinions don’t hurt him as much as his own family’s does. He does not know these people and they don’t know him, therefore, they’re opinions and their sneers aren’t important to him.

☆ Baji will literally fight for him. Chifuyu will fight for you. In conclusion, if someone ever gets under your skin, they’re dead meat with the prowess of both commander and vice-commander of Toman’s first division.

☆ Will try not to think too much about others but sometimes Chifuyu can’t help but think about it. Even worse if you show signs of getting uncomfortable. He won’t regret it but he can’t stop feeling guilty.

"Chifuyu, are you sure about this? You know you can always-" "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm sorry if I made you feel otherwise. I love you."

☆ It will take time but Chifuyu will one day not even blink anymore when someone gives him ‘that’ look. He’ll feel confident enough to kiss you and hold your hand in public. It’ll take time but you have all your life.

[phoebe-delia]

Hi Phoebe! ☺️

23, 28 and 36 for the asks please, if you feel like it 🤍

El, I quite literally always feel like it. Especially from my talented and amazing friends. Thank you for this 💛💛💛💛💛

23. Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?

Dialogue, every damn day of the week; my description is easy when I'm describing emotions/emotional experiences. I deal in feelings.

Describing stuff is SO hard for me, usually. It's not that my description itself is bad, it's usually just incomplete. I don't want to deal with it, to bother with it. I get impatient; I don't want to write about where they are or what they're wearing or body language.

One thing (of many) that Lyssa is particularly good at when she's my beta/alpha is that she points out places where I could use more description. She's right, always, and then I can usually come up with a description that works well.

I also love writing dialogue!! I love writing snarky banter. I love writing confessions and thinking about what they're saying and what they're not saying. But left to my own devices, I will write a first-person, schmaltzy, emo ficlet based on a Taylor Swift song and it will be self-indulgent as fuck.

Part of the reason for this is, I think, because of how I was exposed to music growing up. My dad played me country music, and my mom showed me musicals. Both genres are about telling stories through song, and while other genres can definitely do the same, country and show tunes both have linear stories and actual plots in them. My dad and I would sit in the car and he'd play some song by Tim McGraw or Alan Jackson or Martina McBride (and sometimes 70s/80s music from people like Bruce Springsteen, the Eagles, Meatloaf, Bob Seger, etc.) and he'd say "listen to the words," and if at the end, I hadn't really paid attention, he'd start it over again. I grew up paying more attention to the words than the background music/melody. (Is it any wonder I write songfics today?)

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

Okay, so. You know the saying "write what you know?"

I fucking LOVE that advice, because it can be applied to pretty much anything you write about.

For example, if you want to write a sci-fi space AU, think about the aspects of space you know/that interest you, or think about the factor that's motivating you to write it in the first place, and start there.

If you're feeling that itch to write but you don't know where to start, write about your feelings, your experiences. If you want to write a longer fic and you're stuck, put yourself in your character's shoes. Even if your character is SO OPPOSITE to you, at least you can use your own opinions/beliefs/POV as a launching off point to see where you diverge and where you're the same.

I do the same as a journalist. Almost every time I write an article, I get a little panicky, like "omg how do I write an article? how does journalistic writing work? I remember nothing." And then I calm down, look at my notes, listen to my interviews, and I start by literally writing down what I know about the article. And the rest is easier.

No one is going to write the same story as you. One of the coolest things I've seen in reading microfics is that everyone has their own take on the prompts—and even if two people have the same plot ideas, it's still different and unique to that person. Your story has inherent value just because it's yours and your words.

Also: don't compare yourself to others; learn from them, be inspired, but don't compare in such a way that it diminishes your own work. If every fic writer let their insecurities stop them from writing, so many of our favorite stories wouldn't exist.

Some people are like: "I have x and x favorite tropes, but they're just like in y fix, and I don't want to write the same thing!" 1. you won't; unless you copy-paste and use the SAME EXACT plot and, like, purposefully plagiarize, you won't. and 2. There are entire reclists organized by tropes. It would be a sad world if there was only one bonding fic, or one "only one bed" fic or only one party games or 8th year fic, etc. Reclists would be very, very short.

And who among us doesn't like to read different interpretations of the same trope?

When you can't figure out where to go, just take a breath and write what you know.

(yes that rhymed on purpose.)

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What’s the one you’re most proud of?

I usually just use song lyrics or titles. If it's not a songfic, I have a harder time. It honestly used to be easier, in the beginning when I didn't rely on the lyrics to give me a title. But I will say, my favorite title I ever came up with is "Gaydars of the Lost Heart (Or: Draco Malfoy and the Costume of Doom)" which is my fic where Harry dresses up as Indiana Jones and Draco loses his shit 😂

💛💛💛💛

ask me a question from this list

[dayquercus]

“Norway” again!

2 friends , “Norway” came up twice

not mentioning before the meet up

morning was for essay submission

2 hour of sleep

2 hour for friend 1

17:00 -21:00 for friend 2

kindly - gifts and “free tickets for tate shows”

tomorrow :

friend 3 at RA , friend 4 at riverside ☺️ evening at Notting Hill friend 5 (run!)

and …..

“relationships , career , life , work , social , films ect.”

she recommended The Worst Person in the World

spontaneous “yes” , sneaking in St. Peter/Paul’s church (yard), fairy lights! and cello ect. 🎷 🎹 classical! solo performance from young students!

dopey me after wine

appreciate beautiful things

we laughed out, she encourages me to send out a message (I can’t)

shared a bottle of red, she bought me gelato at 21:40?! yoghurt + blueberry cheesecake + mango + (….sour/white)

🍐

anything with pears : possibly not perry (drinks)

gifts!!!

“California” to every friend(s), I must go this October

kind colleagues “send my love to ..” (summertime!) they remembered me (frequent lateness so….)

(faces being cropped out , the reason for that : don’t look that good nor consent)

the promise after 6 months! - we did it this evening - giggles + buns!!!! 🦀 dip-yum 🤤 xiao long bao or dim sum (bums “babes”) - branches in the states too! ��🇸 din tai fung

and same : she broke up with someone who loved the way she doesn’t want to be loved , she “felt he was not listening” (same feeling) , clean and assertive final words, I couldn’t do that (2 indecisive people = a muddy pond)

comparison is normal

“at least”, terrible wording, he “made plans to eat out”, he “bought bunch of flower” ect. “vain” I know, comparing : thinking what did I have ? somethings I always wanted to have or to see to be ? (did he ask?) (sweet gestures to gain something or none) . hand drawings or words on paper is lovely . occasion gifts - make-up . not one single white or out or being seen /introduced - “at least” family (that early?!) not friends (family life is quiet/sad - cried for his experience - sister has more love/attention/tenderness from mum ect.) - rush because he didn’t want to feel lonely (?) or kind gestures - 🍯 🎷 sax act ect. , the usual days, where’s the circle, but far away - close friends , worrying about if he’d be liked/ not-so-close college friends be accepted called (social) anxiety ?

needs unmet , not (at least) the basic respect-talk-listen-compassion (consideration)-.. so silence!

age gaps/ different values/ want different things (or life in general?) …..

(o no)

ladies

💙💛🧡🤍

[starmaker-astral]

@aziraphalescostolette said it all.

The bullies of tumblr since I deactivated anonymous asks and have to talk face to face :