#myfeeling

[citate]

Choose people who choose you.

@citate

[weepingwonderlandharmony]

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐙𝐮𝐤𝐨 & 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐡 | 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

[sweetgreekcreep]

okay so i am obsessed with the magnus archives rn and i love jonmartin, one of my fave queer couples in fiction even. but. and maybe this is like a super inconsequential issue that no one else can relate to. but i was really disappointed for a while when their relationship was confirmed because, based off earlier info from the series, i was very invested in headcanoning Jon as aroace.

and like i do genuinely love jonmartin, they are a lovely couple and all and i was super happy for martin. i think it's great and amazing that there is representation now for biromantic ace people, that is extremely cool!! but i do just feel really disappointed, and honestly like i was led on. it's rare for someone like me to find an aroace character that connects with me and my experience in the specific way that Jon did, and i don't think i would be so upset by that fact that he ends up in a relationship if it wasn't for the fact that moments in earlier seasons really seemed to hint at that sort of thing being something he wouldn't be into at all?

i dunno, maybe there were hints earlier on that Jon wasn't aro so i shouldn't feel so let down, i did miss a lot of details in the first season so i'm rewatching it before i finish s5, but yeah idk. anyone else have a similar experience with this series, or any other? curious

[enaelyork]

I watched Rogue One for the 50,000th time last night and we need to talk.

Those who believe that Krennic is an unsentimental, cruel and unscrupulous man are somewhat mistaken.

Yes, he is egocentric. Yes, he will prioritize his interests first, yes he needs to be recognized for his work regardless of the collateral damage, but his friendship towards Galen is sincere. I am sure.

I can't believe these two men have been friends since they were teenagers just because Krennic was planning to use him. I also can't believe that he doesn't act a little in Galen's interest (even though it obviously does him a great service). It gives more the impression that he wants the best for himself and that this obviously includes his weapon of mass destruction project. Krennic only sees this option to have both peace and the unconditional esteem of the world. (But I will develop all of this in my headcanon on his background because I am going to write it).

Of course, he places his pawns in order to get his way and what he does is clearly immoral. But the way he perpetually includes Galen in his projects doesn't just involve using him as an object. He wants Galen to work with him like they always did until their ideals diverged.

Not convinced yet? Watch the way he reacts when Tarkin tells him that the betrayal comes from the base where Galen works. How much the idea that his friend betrayed him tears at his soul. That moment in the ship when he walks towards Eadu and the last look he gives to his friend's lifeless body are unmistakable.

I could also elaborate on how he hates Lyra deeply from the moment she interferes with the bond he has with Galen. But I think you're all already convinced, right?

[thetruthifeartelling]

maybe I’m not a good friend after all. I have all of the acquaintances in the world, but does anyone really know me? It’s all superficial. It’s all been superficial. Once it gets too deep I become irritable and critical. Why the fuck can’t I just know people without seeing all that they do wrong? Without seeing all of their character flaws? Without seeing all of their trauma? Without this immoral superiority and desire for justice?

[doll-poetry]

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[hrts4hanniehae]

was feeling quite deep ngl

i recently got rejected by the guy i liked, who a lot of my friends feel "led me on" and it reminded me of something i wrote a long time ago when i was going through a phase of heartbreak (over NOTHING)

No. He was out of my reach again. I thought he, of all people, would have understood that I couldn't cope with another person leaving. He said he loved me but where was he when I was crying on my bathroom floor. Where was he when my "best friend" left me? I should have known this day was coming. He said he'd always choose me… "If you really loved me, there wouldn't have to be a choice. Choose her." How I regretted saying that. I should have begged him to stay. Now I'm falling apart. The thread is fraying and I'm being pulled apart. He was my favourite form of loving. But I wasn't his. The hardest part of walking away from someone is that they'll be busy chasing after someone else no matter how slow you walk away rather than turning back to chase you again.

i dont expect this to get a lot of attention, i'm just throwing down my thoughts and drabble writing things.

[katiewokeupfromdead]

kiss them.

[drc111093]

I thought everything about you was beautiful

[exploresmallworlds]

Nano day 11

Today is Remembrance Day. It seems fitting that I am writing a lot about what I went through and transposing it in space. I am enjoying the challenge. I thought that my scattered brain had actually lost all motivation. But then I hit 2k (which doesn't get me to the recommended word count) and I'm really happy to get three scenes completed.

A lot of what the characters say are versions of what I felt and what I think, but there is a wonderful feeling that in fiction you get to say it out loud and not keep them to myself because there is reality I wasn't able to say many of these things, and even if I had said them it wouldn't have mattered. I say this because I wrote about consent today, and it was the crystallisation of all the things that I have learnt in the ten years since I was just starting my adult journey and the strangeness that has been around since leaving Christianity and all its cultural accouremonts.

If this goes further than being posted on my other blog: @bitsandpiecesaworkinprogress (which if you want to check please do so). I do want my writing to hopefully resonate with people who might be in there or see a resonance that reminds them that there are other people who have thought some of the same things as them.

I haven't yet tackled another writing exercise but keen for that. I am really feeling that my writing has actually gotten better in combination of the actual writing, writing exercises and the interminable job applications that I'm writing.

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[citate]

Surround yourself with positive people who believe in your dreams, encourage your ideas, support your ambitions, and bring out the best in you.

- Roy Bennett

[voidcap]

I miss the little booklets, reading them on the way home in the back of the car as a kid to hype the game up more when you'd just bought it was a whole different level of excitement.

[ellisdeeland]

I cried like a furious toddler because I felt ignored by my boyfriend via text, slapping the fuck out of my legs and screaming bloody murder but only for like 5 seconds this time and my cats still went to hide and now I’m EXTRA alone. I hate my reactions :(

I wonder if it will end soon, I mean these episodes of extreme upset where I burst out. I started lamictal 3 days ago… maybe this post can serve as reference one day to see my progress 🙁

I was previously trying to harden my heart to avoid the feeling of abandonment and hurt that lingers within me night after night when homework is the priority. Hardening was working until I felt too just so empty and like I was training myself to be a mean gf.

But in reality, being reserved with your feelings is hurt. Being cold is hurting me.

[abstractasitis-blog]

Hi Sam,

I think I would write this last hopeful letter to you. I'm not even sure if you'll be able to find this but I'm hoping you would.

You were one of the most unexpected thing that happened to me because the past few months I was drowning in loneliness and heartache. You came at the perfect time. I don't have much to offer since I am damaged goods but for the first time I was able to hear from a guy the word "I have my eyes on you"

From that moment on I knew I was already captivated. I'm not even beautiful nor attractive, I don't even know how to shave my own eyebrows or even out make up. An average probinsyana girl.

You see you were the very first person to ever say that to me and you never knew how much it changed my world. We started to share small details with each other. Well, you wouldn't consider mine as small but rather big and loud. I was the talkative one ain't I? I tend to share too much with a person my soul feels comfortable with and I thought you felt the same way.

We both had awful pasts but between us I was able to get back up and you weren't. It traumatized you to the point where you no longer felt that you deserve love and you would just hurt the person who would want to be with you but love you are worth it. You are a lovable person, you gave me hope.

I thought I would be able to at least get you to open up a bit but I guess I was wrong. You kept your distance and your heart far from my reach. I understand that part as I do know I'm not worthy no matter how pure and faithful my heart is no one wants it. No one would want some damaged goods. You weren't the first one to ever make me feel that way. You're the third so maybe the problem isn't with the guys I'm attracted with but myself. I'm not sure about anything anymore. I maybe doing thing incorrectly. Apologies for that. I have a weak heart.

I did hope and I still do. I kept looking at my phone hoping your name would pop up but it seems like I should just stop. I still think about you at night. I still care. I still want to send you the daily reminders I used to send you but I know that it doesn't make any sense anymore. I would just annoy you right? You may ask "why is this woman so clingy". I'm sorry. This would be the last time.

I do hope this would really be the last one from me. I just wanted you to know that I will forever cherish the sweet words, the time, the little things. Thank you for everything. Thank you for making me feel so special. Thank you for all those private moments we've shared but most importantly thank you for letting me love you.

I'm sorry if I wasn't worthy enough for you.

I'm sorry if I wasn't able to stay.

I'm sorry if I wasn't brave enough to conquer your heart.

I'm sorry if you thought I was a fool.

I'm sorry for wasting your time and energy.

I'm sorry for all the things I've said

but most importantly, I'm sorry I loved you. You warned me. You tried to stop me. You set up a boundary but this foolish woman crossed over that. I didn't stop myself from falling in love with you. I didn't heed your warnings.

It hurts to be honest. It truly hurts. Having to love someone who doesn't want to be loved. I'm sorry. I may say goodbye to the feelings I have for you. I promise this would be the last time. I pray that may you always be in good health. I pray that may you find the person whom will cherish your heart. I pray that may you not let go of that person and may you find the peace and happiness you deserve and lastly I pray that may you one day see yourself as a person who deserves love as much as everyone else because for me you are more than worth it.

I love you and Goodbye Loves.

Goodbye Sam.

Letters to Sam

[dibbledoodle]

DAY OF BIRTH BIRTH OF DAY

Pookie pop up to my home u3u 💖

DONT PLAY WITH MYFEELINGS LIKE THAT DISCORD KITTEN 😂😂😂✨

ANY WAYS I THOUGHT THIS WAS FUNNY HOPE YOU ENJOY 💖💖

He just a lil shy but he stayed uwu

[thetruthifeartelling]

I knew there was a block. I knew it. I felt it. I feel it. I don’t want to dwell anymore. I don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to learn anymore. All I would like to do is release it. Release it. I can’t release 27 years worth of emotions and trauma overnight but I can try my best to learn how to handle them from this moment onward. My mom called me “odd” “an oddball” she told me that because I seem to have “an old soul” but I never thought that I had an old soul or was wise at all. I feel so confused, all the time. I feel as thought this is my first time here. Everything shocks me. Everything is shocking. There is a clear definition of right and wrong but no one seems to care. They call it nuance. They call it circumstantial, but even given nuance and circumstance, there is still a clear line. Treat others with kindness, treat others with respect, try your best every day, don’t judge, don’t criticize, don’t limit others, don’t limit yourself. There’s much to know, and I have learned a lot of it, but is just a gray matter now. That’s all it is. All I’ve ever done was feel. That’s it. I’ve never lived really, just felt. That’s it. And maybe that’s why I know so much or why people consider me wise. I think it’s the reason I’m so depressed. It’s not fun for me to be aware, because most others are not. I don’t care for much because of it. Because what is there to care for that isn’t temporary or just you enjoying yourself from the inside out instead of the outside in? Still, there are mountain ranges of emotions inside me that have been left unexplored, untouched. When there is nothing for me to contemplate, ponder, or learn, I feel empty. I feel like thoughts and ideas are all I have. Nothing more. Even my body is borrowed. My time is borrowed. My soul will return to where it belongs one day as well. There is no permanence. I’m well aware that I am washing away as we speak. It doesn’t make me wise, just fearful and empty.