#i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it

[hauntedlovewasteland]

I can't listen to this song often because whenever I hear "I know my love should be celebrated, But you tolerate it." I think of every single time I came out (as lesbian and than as transgender) and I had a few people who made it clear that they would not celebrate this important part of myself and that they would only tolerate it because I was related to them.

This song hurts my soul because even though most people can see it through a romantic lens, I see it as trying to fit into that heteronormative box that society wants from us and what our families and parents want, changing who you are to be that perfect child and it almost killing you because you are miserable being something you aren't so than you don't do the heteronormative thing and you come out and those people who say they love you don't celebrate your love, they just tolerate it or in some cases they hate it. And deep down, you know it's wrong that they tolerate your love instead of celebrating it.

[here-but-forgotten]

tolerate it. / valeria garza/wife!reader.

angsty. not happy. not fun. valeria doesn’t show up but she’s still a dick. cathartic writing. part two here.

she’s gone again.

She is normally gone, these days.

You move, pulling the curtains like it would do much, only blocking out the moon. It’s not like anyone would look in. No one knows where here is. Well, she does. But she doesn’t come home often. Not anymore at least.

She tells you it’s work. It’s business. It’s not personal. Like a bad mobster movie. At least in mobster movies, they act like they pay attention to their wives. They act like they do. But they don’t. But at least they play pretend long enough to make you want to tolerate it.

Valeria is busy. You know that. You tell yourself that. She’s just tired. She doesn’t have too much time for all of this anymore. But she won’t let it end. So she leaves you waiting like a too loyal dog, by the door, waiting for her to come home, for her to glance at you, for her to give you a minute of her time.

And it’s fine. You tell yourself it’s fine. She assumes your fine. And you don’t say anything. That’ll just stress her out more. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway. And your mind goes back to the last time she was home; when she held you sweetly for a moment, told you how she liked how to dressed the table briefly, then left again. Left for the shower and didn’t want you to come. When she ate dinner but didn’t look at you. And you told yourself she was just tired. And so you went to bed, and she followed. But she never touched you. She slept and left before you awoke. She didn’t leave you anything.

And you tell yourself she loves it, she’s just a bit cold. And you tell yourself she looks forward to you, she’s just tired. And you tell yourself, you have a good life that she gave you, she just locks you away for your own safety. and she always told you she loved the way you loved, but it seems like recently, she just tolerates it.

And you know she’s just tired and stressed and there’s a lot on her plate. But she never shows you her plate. You wouldn’t know she had one until she told you when it was too late. And she told you and looked you in the eye, watched the tears come to your eyes, and when you looked down she said how you never look her in the eyes.

And you know she takes her ring off to keep you safe, she says. And you know that makes sense. But she never puts it back on, she keeps it in her pocket, like a bad secret. and you know she tells you that one day you’ll plan a trip, and get away, and she’ll love you right. But that hasn’t happened, and she hasn’t talked about it happening, but she said it would. Right?

And you tell yourself, if it’s really as bad as you think, you would just leave. You promise yourself. That you could. That you could leave and take away the dead weight. But could you? you say you could. But could you? Could you make yourself stop bleeding? Could you restart your heart if you had to? Or will you just tolerate it?

[backtodecember-taylorsversion]

lay the table with the fancy shit and watch you tolerate it. If its all in my head tell me now tell me i've got it wrong somehow

[backtodecembertv]

perhaps i should not be involved with someone who makes me feel like i have to shrink and shrink and curl up into a ball and twist and pretzel myself and erase my needs in order to keep him from being cruel to me. perhaps that is not healthy

[jenniferhills]

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky, now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life

[everydayistheendoftheworld]

the truth will always be that there's something fundamentally wrong with me. i was born unloveable. there are two kinds of people in this world: those who love easily and those who are easily loved. i will always be the first. my hands burn from carrying the love i have for everyone. and my heart hurts from knowing that i will never be loved the way i love. as the smiths put it, "i know i'm unloveable, you don't have to tell me. i don't have much in my life, but take it - it's yours."

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

sometimes I think about Fitz's loneliness and then I feel sick.

I think about how his only friend was Keefe growing up. I think about how he was adultified, thrust into the eyes of the council when he was so young, how his entire life has been written out for him. I think about the way he was never allowed to be a kid, and how people hated and praised him for it.

I think about his time in the forbidden cities, and all the violence he saw. I think about the fact that he's the only one who can speak broken english besides Sophie. I think about how he was always top of his class, even though he missed days upon days of school.

I think about how he sat alone at lunch if Keefe wasn't there, or he sat with Biana and her friends. I think about how no one wanted to know him beyond his last name. I think about how Biana resented him, and how much he looked up to Alvar, his absent brother. I think about how he knew his own best friend was jealous of him.

I think about how quick he was to befriend and compliment Linh, a girl who was banished from his perfect world. How quick he was to accept Dex (besides the Deck scene), who by all intents and purposes, should have been rejected by someone with Fitz's prestige. and how he's so aware of Dex's resentment towards him.

I think about the way Fitz would do anything to keep people interested in him. I think about the way he tirelessly tries to prove "I'm worth staying for. I'm worth knowing." Sometimes it's bragging, most of the time it's him physically defending his loved ones. It's him, being the first to make and buy them gifts.

I think about the way Keefe left them, and his relationship with his best friend was never the same. I think about how his brother left him, and how Fitz doesn't know how to forgive that. I think about the way he's loved, but abandoned when it matters.

I think about the way he feels like his problems aren't as bad as everyone else's. I think about the way he is endlessly dismissed.

I think about how he is the oldest of his close friend group, and feels responsible for them.

I think about Fitz Vacker's perpetual loneliness, and I feel sick.

[attendingthetale]

taylor swift had to have literally met nellie lovett in a dream or something. if tolerate it came out in 1846 she wouldve lost her fucking mind

[emmafallsinlove]

unpopular opinion but lately every time i listen to tolerate it i think about christopher and rory’s relationship but from rory’s pov to her dad and this song gets a whole new meaning

[finnickodaiir]

Cold as You is the teen version of Tolerate It

[drivemysoul]

what if my parents loved me huh. what then.

[foreseeobstacles]

listening to playlists on shuffle gives me so much whiplash because 1. i never do it and 2. when i do i get shit like pantyhose by tv girl -> tolerate it by taylor swift

[aston-martin-in-the-ditch]

i made you my temple, my mural, my sky

now i’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life

[boyapologist]

I’m feeling so fucking underappreciated and unloved lately

[niceboyeds]

if it’s all in my head tell me now, tell me i’ve got it wrong somehow

[cruelwoods]

ou assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I

Break free and leave us in ruins Took this dagger in me and removed it Gain the weight of you then lose it Believe me, I could do it If it's all in my head, tell me now Tell me I've got it wrong somehow I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it

You assume I’m fine.