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cheloumita · 1 year ago
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To the one who ghosted me,
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Have you been sleeping well?
Do my memories haunt you at night or when you drink coffee at 3 pm, remembering how I like it?
How do you feel when my name comes up in conversation?
How do you respond when someone asks about me?
How would you explain to them that you chose to stop talking to me?
How would you explain that you didn't just deceive me, but also fooled them?
How would you clarify that you still haven't given me the explanation I deserve for your sudden disappearance?
Was it worth it?
Did it make you a better person?
Was it the best decision?
Do you ever regret it?
Did you regret meeting me, or did you regret leaving me?
Was this your plan all along?
You told me you prayed for me and asked God for a specific sign. You were convinced we were meant for each other, and your feelings intensified over time.
For 6 years, you were there, showing up at the most important times, even when I didn't expect you to.
You stayed long enough to become one of my closest friends, my confidant. You were the keeper of my secrets and my human diary. You knew the passcode, and I let you in.
Gradually, I realized that while I gave chances to unworthy individuals, you remained concealed in plain sight. Everyone else saw it, they rooted for you. The choice was clear, yet I was oblivious. All this time, everything I'd been looking for was right before my eyes.
I gathered the courage to let you know how I felt. Finally, after 6 long years, the chance you'd been trying so hard to get was now handed to you. Whatever this thing is between us has the potential to grow even deeper, something that can last forever.
With you, I felt the security I longed for. I felt that you cured my trust issues because finally someone knows all of me and decided that I was worthy to keep. You saw me for who I am. You knew my fears and flaws. You accepted them along with my other less-appealing qualities. I thought my heart could finally rest.
But then you went radio silent on me.
You vanished.
Suddenly gone.
For almost 2 years, I wondered, "What did I do wrong?" Did I say something that scared you away? I reviewed our past conversations countless times, scrutinizing each exchange, trying to discern why you disappeared. I enumerated potential reasons and even questioned my own shortcomings. Despite my self-assuredness, I magnified every flaw, driven to uncover the cause of your sudden departure. I was fully convinced that the problem was me.
You and I could talk about anything. Maybe your reason for leaving without a word is valid. Maybe you're not emotionally ready to share it yet. Despite the silence, I clung to the belief that it would make sense. I was prepared to apologize.
And when I finally talked to you, you never gave me a reason.
All you had for me was, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
I begged for a reason, but you gave a petty excuse, reeking of cowardice.
You didn't really get in touch with me for an explanation; you reached out for reconciliation. You thought you could go back and pick up where we left off.
You were confident I'd take you back because you knew me. You watched me fall for you, slowly but surely.
You presumed you can have me back whenever it's convenient for you.
You knew that I was the type of girl who doesn’t fall easily. I take my time before I give my heart. I was loyal, even to a fault and you used that against me. 
You played the long game, covering all bases for a sure win.
You are the type of person that gives and then takes it all away.
But I can't take back a person who wasn't truly sorry. Someone who stopped talking to a girl he professed love to because it was suddenly inconvenient. Someone who was okay with me hurting and waiting.
As much as it pained me, I decided to stop talking to you. I poured out my feelings, explaining in detail why I won't talk to you anymore. Up until the end, I gave you clarity, while you just gave me heartache.
To top it off, you accepted my decision without any resistance. You didn't even say you'd wait for me to forgive you. You just said goodbye, fast, like we meant nothing.
You even have the nerve to try and evoke guilt, saying, "I guess they're right, I don't deserve a girl like you."
Your words dripped with pathetic insincerity.
To the one who ghosted me, sometimes you have to lose someone for a lifetime to learn your lesson.
To the one who ghosted me, sometimes there are no second chances.
To the one who ghosted me, you should've kept me.
To the one who ghosted me, you hurt me the most.
Because of you, my defenses heightened and became impenetrable. 
Because of you, I can't trust new people. I can’t even trust myself. 
I told you what hurts me, and you did it perfectly. 
Because of you, I hate parts of me I used to love.
Because of you, I question if I can ever be loved.
Because of you, I question motives of anyone to tries to get close to me.
To the one who ghosted me, sometimes I still miss you and what could've been.
To the one who ghosted me, I'm still picking up the pieces you broke.
To the one who ghosted me, I hope the echoes of regret will haunt you for life. 
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letsplayeternity · 6 months ago
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Honest question, I've been rethinking the whole "Colin has done the same with Penelope Featherington" speech Anthony gave to Daphne and his mother in season 1 and the fact that when Colin talked to his brothers in 3x05 both Ben and Anthony were like "I didn't have a clue" and like... do we think Anthony spent the evening rethinking every single interaction he has ever witnessed between Colin and Pen and every single instance where he let things slide because "oh that's just eloise's friend?" and just banging his head against a wall as Kate laughs her ass off??
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 days ago
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Breaking Bread, and Spilling Soup.
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benevolenterrancy · 2 months ago
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("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)
#svsss#bingqiu#luo binghe#shen qingqiu#lbh#sqq#i've been working through the series of unfortunate events and somehow that series has paired really nicely with svsss#the themes of cycling violence and what's justified and what isn't and what can possibly be done differently#and how trying to bring love and honour into the midst of it really changes nothing but also changes everything#it's just *chef's kiss*#i don't know how i can quite do my thoughts justice but i've spent the past few weeks quietly going between the two series (and mdzs and tg#as well if we're being honest they all hit similar questions and themes) and just reveling in the pain and ambiguity of it#everything is interconnected and it means you can never know what trauma and pain and necessity has shaped a person#each story goes too far back to ever ever EVER possibly see the full extent of it#at that level even communication itself is nearly impossible.#and because of that it's almost impossible to change anything. beat yourself apart and the outcome is the same#and yet ATTEMPTING to change things ATTEMPTING to do the kind thing the honourable thing is absolutely critical#because while you can change nothing you also have the capacity to change EVERYTHING#aaaaaaah i don't even know what i'm saying#but i read the beatrice letters today and the love letter just. killed me.#(obviously i cherrypicked some lines because it's three pages long but those ones felt right)#''i love you like a corpse loves a vulture's beak'' i just. can't get over that line.#to be completely changed. altered. destroyed. redeemed. purified. desecrated. reduced to nothing yet entirely necessary for another's life.#what a FUCKING line#anyway i was either going to blow up from thinking about it or else i had to exorcise it via art from an entirely different series#i've already done svsss and discworld why not throw a series of unfortunate events into the mix#i'll be honest folks i did not expect svsss to be the mxtx series that would fuck me up the most about the main ship#bingqiu is something else. i don't even know how to begin to approach my feelings on it. impossibility and necessity all at once#bizarre#my art
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zivazivc · 9 months ago
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do you think freesia and jd would ever get back together? or will they stay sort-of friends?
I'm not going to lie, I kinda like the idea of them starting to date again and seeing where it takes them. 🙈 freesia sneaked into my heart for some reason (she kind of started this new trend of mine where i make ocs that were created to be dicks and then me just getting protective of them and trying to reason out their awful behavior kasjsdj)
also their ship already has a #1 hater and #1 supporter, both of which are doing it for the wrong reasons...
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amelia-yap · 5 months ago
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yeahhh
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lucidpeech · 10 months ago
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dear sister must die
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demaparbat-hp · 5 months ago
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Letters to Home
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"Live," she pleads. "I don't want you to sacrifice yourself for this war—for me. I just need you to come back. Please...please come back to me." . Zuko writes the letters whenever he can. During a break from a council meeting, late at night in his chambers, after another training session with Azula—all he does is write to her. Because he needs to let her know that he's alright and their plan is working. She needs to know that he'll come back.
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doingbad · 1 year ago
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Watson writing The Three Garridebs, published in 1924: "For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain."
Sherlock Holmes, who has been taking Watson out to concerts, dinners, and vacations since 1881: "What the fuck?"
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its-kinda-snowy · 25 days ago
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When he Letters my Media until I Red
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polin-ista · 7 months ago
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Wait up, wait up...
And then he says
"if you are going to make me say it out loud"
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Colin how many times did you say i miss you in the letters you sent Pen? 🤣😭
I'm also of the opinion that she probably read them (i mean do you really think she could help herself after seeing her with his journal?) only because she had this response locked and loaded 😭🤣
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blurbery · 1 month ago
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i miss those nights when you would come over
spent all night tryna get closer
(that was june and now it's october,
i don't want to get over you)
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year ago
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We could have had it all...
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snupy · 2 months ago
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so! just watched one piece fan letter and i... NEEEED them 🧎🏽‍♀️
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x-fag · 18 days ago
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hi i brought you this
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athanmis · 7 months ago
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welly belly🤭
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