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[theonlythingimfuckingisstupid]

love being on tumblr like. whats an algorithm

[circle-bircle]

im embracing the cringe and making the sideblog <3 i love him. i love him.

[samble-moved]

wait it’s your birthday??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🥳🎉 CUE THE CONFETTI AND STREAMERS

i love you, anon! thank you!! :]

[1ntheye0fthwoods]

Whenever I read something like this that reminds me of myself my chest gets tight. I think. I don't really have a better way to describe the sensation. A healthier person would cry. I know that. But I don't cry. I don't know how. And I think the feeling of my lungs stiffening is trying make up for that. I used to ignore or minimize my problems with jokes or by putting myself down, often without noticing. It's really hard to recover from something like this.

I didn't know what it's like to receive love.

I won't say I was abused. I won't say I was neglected. Frankly, I don't remember enough to say whether or not the actions of my parents were truly bad. But I know they were bad for me. I felt neglected. It didn't feel like they were there for me. I didn't understand it then, and that only hurt me more later. I didn't know what it's like to receive love because I didn't receive anything that felt like love.

I didn't. But I'm learning.

In my last two years of living I've met people who really cared. Old friends. I opened up to people I knew. Showed them what was behind the mask I hadn't known I had been wearing. And they acted far better than I had learned to expect. New friends. I met new people. I introduced myself without the mask. And they were just as kind as those I had known for years. Myself. I met myself. I saw the little girl sobbing in the corner of my mind and I sat beside her. She needed support. I needed support. I needed to be there for her. For me.

And things got better.

I healed. I found support from others and I found support from myself. I'm still not perfect. I still have a long way to go. But I'm here. I have a grasp on what it's like to receive love. Don't give up on yourself. You can unlearn harmful ways of thinking.

You can learn what it's like to receive love.

''Doesn't know what it's like to receive love''

[ideologyofone]

I’m sorry but I will truly never get over Ekko who lost his mentor and all his friends at a young age, then spent the rest of his childhood building a beautiful and strong community that helped get shimmer addicts off the streets and give them a new life that thrived off of trust, respect, and loyalty while slowly watching the girl he loves lose herself to her psyche and become an unhinged suicidal terrorist who he is unable to save despite repeated attempts at it. And THEN gets booted into an alternate reality where he learns he could have had EVERYTHING, the beautiful and thriving community, the education, his family, and the girl he loves and he heartbreakingly leaves it all behind because he knows he doesn’t belong there and he has to go back to save his people which he DOES multiple times at great risk despite knowing what overextending his z-drive could do only to end up completely alone in the end. The most selfless character in the entire series. That’s my boy savior.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[agreentealeaf]

i saw people on tiktok talking about how AU ekko and powder are taller and look healthier because they were properly fed and just have healthier lifestyles and i fear this broke me

[Image Description:

The first two images are of Jinx/Powder and Ekko from the alternate timeline in Arcane. Jinx has pale, pinkish skin with a warm glow and a round face. She looks forward with bright, shiny eyes.

Alternate Ekko looks similarly young and healthy with glowing skin.

The second two images are of Jinx and Ekko from the normal timeline. Jinx holds a gun to her head as she appears to be about to say something. Her skin is sickly pale, almost translucent. Her eyes are darker and sunken in, and her cheekbones are prominent.

Normal timeline Ekko does not have the same stark differences, but his skin is slightly duller, and his cheekbones are somewhat more pronounced. The difference is made more stark by the fact that he appears downcast.

End Image Description]

[oboeonecannoli]

i changed my mind. sevika be upon ye.

[luminixx]

the kiss of judas

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[isjasz]

[mob killing noises] BAM!!!!1111!!

[hansoeii]

we go just right.

[millidew]

his change in career has captivated me

bonus:

[frenchublog]

[thevaelguard]

You're arranged married to one of the DA LIs, spin the wheel for who!!

[andstuffsketches]

girl who lives in a cave