#hopelessly

[thepersonalwords]

Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love.

Ken Poirot

[serenityismylonging]

Remembrance

05/07/2021 - 14:00 o'clock

In the form as I stare at thee

The countless Night-time I couldn't cath your thoughts

as if they were indolent other than forbbiden

I query you what land the sentiment has gone

You seem an icy heart what cool down all blaze around

have you recall when we use to go hand in hand in middle of Fall?

The Sunset a sublime light in your face whence you've stuck with your gaze towards me.

I need you to fondle me then spread your arms around me

like wrapping me in a mantle of heat forevermore.

And we feel hearbeat once more as if it has never ending.

Here is felt a whisper in the wind perhaps your soul has abandoned this world maybe you just was a illusion or desilusion.

Even afterlife you still remains in my heart .

How dare you to leaving me alone this way

I didnt back to hear you knocking at my door

where did your spirit have left?

I ought to feel your breathing tonight so I can be calm

so I can fall asleep another night.

In this endlessly dream .

[lunarrainbowz]

To love somebody naturally,

To love somebody faithfully,

To love somebody equally,

To love somebody sacredly

With every touch,

To love somebody honestly

And always trust,

To love somebody tenderly,

To never ask too much,

To love somebody foolishly

Can happen once,

To love somebody hopelessly,

To be a crutch,

To love somebody eventually..

Is not enough.

It's not enough.

[velvetpantylines]

Things I’d die for

[jynzandtonic]

Hey I'm just here to give you a little kiss 💐

MAKE OUT WITH ME YOU COWARD

[stories-me]

Potential Character for Mrs. Kelsey and Tumblr 7/18/2023:

Perrito, Hopelessly Optimistic Would-Be Therapy Dog:

Appearance: (See above).

What he’s from: “Puss in Boots: The Last Wish”.

Background:

According to Perrito himself, he and his “litter-mates” used to live with a “family of pranksters” who “loved to play hide-and-seek” (with him “always being ‘It’”). They tossed him into a dumpster or a cellar, and each time he found them. So, one day, they got “creative”: They tied him up in a sock with a rock in it and threw him in the river. He managed to chew a hole in the sock and swam to shore. He never did find the family or the litter-mates, so “I guess I’m still ‘It’”. Yeah, that’s right. He didn’t even get that his family tried to murder him. Also, he apparently grew into the sock, so he got a “nice sweater” out of the deal.

Eventually, he found his way to Mama Luna, a cat-lady, and eventually met Puss in Boots, who was on his last life and, under the alias of “Pickles”, was trying to hide out in a reluctant retirement from a sinister wolf bounty hunter (who turned out to be Death itself).

However, Puss got dragged out of retirement when he found out about the Map to the Wishing Star, and planned on using it to gain back his lives. The two (Perrito, who, at the time, didn’t have a name of his own, and Puss) were joined by Puss’s ex-fiancée, Kitty Softpaws.

Ultimately, the three (and Goldilocks and the Three Bears Crime Family) destroyed the Wishing Star before the sinister “Big Jack” Horner could use the wish to take control of all magic.

Now, “Team Friendship” (a name Perrito came up with) are off going on new adventures, including one where Puss meets up with a few “old friends”: Shrek, Fiona, and Donkey.

How he is like me:

We both are pretty nice and want to help others, and can be quite content with our life at times (he didn't even HAVE a wish to make, considering his life quite good the way it was).

How he is NOT like me:

I’m not hopelessly optimistic like he is. In fact, I've occasionally grumbled: "I'm doomed."

Kelsey Notes:

Is there a difference between being content or being complacent?

Perrito is not reliant on others to meet his needs, he goes with the flow and currently goes along as a stray cat for a home and free meal. 

When you are complacent that can look like possibly being too reliant on others to meet your needs

It is always ok to be confident about the progress you have made and being ok with gaining more independent on doing things yourself versus having another adult there to support you through it

It’s important to not take advantage of a support system and the thing they do for you.  At some point, there are decisions that your support system just can’t make for you. 

Sometimes being too reliant on your support system can lead to resentment. 

Sometimes you want the freedom to choose things yourself but sometimes you get so used to the pattern of someone else ultimately helping you make decisions that you get frustrated at the other person when they decide for you out of an unconscious habit.

When Perrito was with Puss and Boots did he become too complacent with Puss saving or protecting him or having someone walk through life with him?

            Example: being cute to distract Jack Horner

The good thing about Perrito’s character is that he goes with the flow and does not get easily frustrated. 

Some people are just like that, and for others it takes hard work to be that confident and easy going despite certain circumstances

When you do your Parana breathing exercises during a moment of frustration, it’s important to remind yourself that it is ok to not have it all together but being calm and easy going will make it easier for others to help you solve a problem by yourself

Maybe try turning your I’m doomed phrase into something more positive and strive to handle a moment of frustration the “Perrito Way”

Do you think your readers can relate to being complacent?

            Feeling complacent with your place in life can sometimes be a result of feelings that there’s no more room for growth but that usually isn’t the case. 

How did Perrito grow with Puss and Soft Paws?

He learned how to use his cuteness as a distraction to help get the wishing star

He helped calm down Puss and Boots when he was having panic attacks about death coming to get him  

[lntrusiveknock]

for the next sincere resolution of my life : i wish my life would feel so hopelessly bland

[undeadexecutioner000]

it's the start of July and I see her everyday it rains and rains and I ache with the weight of who I've become and i wither with the visions of who i couldn't

[authenticity2025]

I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous. - Pablo Neruda

[non-present-inactive]

Intelligence. I think I've always yearned to be intelligent. I have a rocky and sensitive relationship with wanting that, however. I have always felt like I've come short in that aspect of my life. I remember starting out as a kid and struggling in school and looking over to the other kids who just seemed to get it. To me, being intelligent overall seems to make life easier, more fun to enjoy, and maybe even peaceful. I prayed, tried, and worked to become intelligent, but it always seemed to be fruitless. Someone was always more intelligent, or I studied the wrong things and even maybe just didn't get it. This has always been a big insecurity of mine, my nightmare, my frustration of not being able to achieve the higher understandings unlocked by being more intelligent. There is so much talent so much wit so much to learn from this world, and yet my brain just didn't get it. It doesn't seem fair. It feels like a sealed fate one that I so desperately want to rip myself away from. And yet, the hold of ignorance, confusion, frustration, and my brain just being against me is stronger. Intelligence to me is a double sided sword one that could help me protect myself from the many hoping on your lack of knowledge to lie, to deceive, like a small invisible hand who's grip tightens ever so slightly. The touch so gentle so unpredictable, gradually and ever so slightly pressing at my wind pipes, leaving me with no air, clinging to life in this constant battle of feel like I need to air, I need to breathe, let go but I am refused that right. On the other hand, it's been used against my swiftly, apathetic, and with a sinister smile. glad to see my mind, and I battle this continuous, torturous fight with no end. The more I read, the more I learn, and the more I consume it feels like a desperate attempt to be better intellectually a dream so simple yet so out of reach. Like a psychological game with the purpose of showing me something I shouldn't even dare to desire. My brain rejects me and my desire to learn more by making it more difficult to understand but keeping me paralyzed in fear, feeling inferior and sad. It's just really sad. I look at all those who take advanced classes, win awards, scholarships, and opportunities due to their intelligence. My whole being drips in envy. Why can't I be smart, too? Why can't I understand things as easy as they do? My envy isn't anger nor is it even green with an intention to have ill will against those more advance than me, I am just washed with a sea of sadness that something that seems so common so easy to obtain and always near me. Doesn't want me to be theirs. I am that child standing behind the fence while everyone else is allowed to enter. Learning and curiosity Two things so natural and ingrained to our core as human beings, has felt like a rust old knife plunged so deeply into my skin that my body has learned to grow cells, tissue and scar around. Constantly opening my wounds because it's not supposed to be there, often creating more scars and tears to my core each time I breathe and move. An object that was supposed to be foreign to my body and rejected by my defenses becomes an aching familiarity embedding itself deeper and deeper in my skin. This entry is nonsense, anger, and my frustration to not being given the privilege and joy of being intelligent.

[lonelyandpretty]

[indigo6f00ff]

need to share an experience i had 30 minutes ago

(edit: thanks to @walks-the-ages for providing and reminding me to put alt text, sorry it slips my mind alot lol)

[nezhanetwork]

distant memory

[magpiecrust]

I really love this poem. Especially the line "Rage, rage, against the dying of the light".