#i just like u

[princeyuuta]

i think i have always believed in soulmates, or more like, i have hoped they exist. and i thought id found mine several times. but like a wrong puzzle piece, they never quite fit. there was always something missing, something keeping me and them from fully understanding each other. eventually, i resigned myself to the fact that while i could love someone deeply, that nobody was ever a true "romantic soulmate." i thought, for a while, that soulmates were a fantasy, something that was nice to dream about, but ultimately werent real.

that is, until i met you.

at first we were strangers, then acquaintances, then not-quite-friends. but i was always wanting more; it was like i was drawn to you, as if something about you was calling to me. as if we were tied together by an invisible thread. and as we got to know each other, i realized why.

it was like something clicked; it was like a whole new world opened in front of me. everything was natural with you. our words and actions, everything just made me smile and laugh. we saw each other at our worst several times over and still, and still, we stayed close, maybe even closer than before.

it was more than i could have dreamed of, more than i could have imagined. more than i could have hoped.

despite knowing my feelings for you were more than platonic for quite some time, i kept it to myself. i was too afraid of losing it all. i would have been content with being by your side as a friend, even if your loveliest smile was reserved for someone else.

i resigned myself to this fact, but dedicated myself to you. i wanted to be there for you... and to my surprise, you wanted to be there for me. despite the reservations around the term, we truly were best friends. but i wanted, no, craved more, as selfish as it felt.

every chance i could get, i would flirt with you (dense as you were, you thought it was playful). every chance i could get, i would imagine myself with you. my heart would skip a beat every time. it was a form of indulgence, and a form of torture. but i wouldve lived that way forever and been content.

but this story is about soulmates -- this story is about love.

my world exploded with stars that night. swirling, dizzying, bright, overwhelming, blinding. it was almost too much to bear. to think that the one i'd been pining over for months could ever love me back. to think that you loved me and cared for me. to think that the feelings were mutual. it made my heart soar. it made me the happiest i've ever been, and the most scared i've ever been.

god, i was terrified.

in all honesty, i still am.

this was the most joy i'd ever felt, the most romantic love i'd felt. and i was so scared to lose it, so scared to mess it up. over and over i thought and thought and thought, too much probably. and i decided that it was better to love, to let the adoration pour from my heart, than to keep it locked away.

and that was the best decision i've ever made.

i have never felt more loved, more alive, more complete, than i have with you. through all the ups and downs and ins and outs, you are someone who truly understands me, and i hope you feel the same. it's truly like we were made for each other, like we are two souls destined to be together. like i have found you in every life before this, and i will find you again in every life after.

i have never felt as safe and as joyous as i have with you. because to me, you are my sunshine, the light in the darkness, the hope in despair.

your laugh, your eyes, your voice, your smile, your lips, your hair, everything, everything about you is beautiful and radiant and extraordinary. you are kind and compassionate, with a fire in you that you dont even seem to notice is lit. you are so full of love and laughter and joy despite all that has happened. despite everything, you still pick yourself up, and march forward. maybe you feel as if you have to be strong. even so, you are like a knight in shining armor to me.

i have never laughed as hard as i do, as often as i do, before i met you. my days are now filled with love and happiness and joy and excitement to talk to you, instead of the darker feelings that followed me before. are there still hard times? of course--there will always be. there will always be darkness. but there will also always be light; they cant exist without the other.

you are so precious to me... you make me so happy, every day. i want to spend the rest of my life with you. there are no words to describe the love i have for you, but i hope what i've written can even portray a tiny fraction of what i feel.

i love you. i adore you. i want to be with you forever, from now until the next life. i love you. and i will always say it, every time. i love you.

[carefulzombie]

gf fandom in 2016: if you so much as hint - even jokingly! - about the nature of ford and bill’s relationship being anything other than platonic (and even then you NEED to give a disclaimer that bill is manipulating him!) then you support abusive relationships

gf fandom in 2024:

[ottosbigtop]

I think we as a society should bring back brotps. I think we should be weirder about characters being friends the same way people are weird about ships. Make those two characters who interacted once or twice besties. Make it difficult for them to get rid of each other even if they want to. Go nuts

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[yeepof]

Local PHD student at wizard school HARRASSED!! FOR SHAME!!

[weirdgirlvampire]

If yes, tell me what it is in the tags!

[blackwoolncrown]

I get it, I really do, but I feel like ppl w decision paralysis related to Gazans are also suffering from a kind of non-malignant egotism

"who do I decide to give it to? everyone needs help! I can't help them all!"

You're not the only person they're asking!!!!!

If you choose one person to help that day, a bunch of other ppl choose others

stopping to overthink your inflated importance as an individual versus one in many is what's giving you paralysis

the more you burden yourself as an incapable hero the less you all act as a group-- which is the exact answer you're looking for

fkn close your eyes, scroll on OOB and donate to whoever you click on first

you're not god, it's not your job to save everyone

JUST DO SOMETHING

[fanaticalthings]

Bruce Wayne except he texts like an ominous boomer

wdym you can't tell if he's threatening them?

Based on this post by @mysterycitrus :)

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Bonus:

Happy birthday, Tim 🥰

[ashrayus]

absolutely lost it over this fic by @neuro-psyche so. have this comic o(- (

go read it rn if u also love some Good identity reveal fic!!!!

[adriles]

they are Cancelling me for dealing with my grief as best i can . also for the vicious war Crimes

[kiwi]

everybodys gotta get back into the practice of using pseudonyms online... i remember the time of screen names where u never ever told anyone ur real name and that was just understood as basic internet safety. plus having a screen name is fun because sometimes it sticks so well that it becomes part of ur identity that u can use in whatever facet of ur life you choose. it rocks to pick your own name

[azuneekun]

did this rat just call me a dumbass in my own native language

[hinamie]

10 years later

[clumxy]

PINES. PINES. PINES. PINES.

[Image description: art of Mabel and Dipper from Gravity Falls. They're grinning, and they each have one eye glowing yellow. They have their arms around each other, and they make a triangle symbol together with their fingers.

[shopcat]

the baby has one parent's little face marking thing and the other's coat because they're a little horse family the world is a beautiful place

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?