#not meant to be

[secretlydeimi]

mratyn ratkini.. new sleep paralysis demon cuz that skin was diabolical

if you see this no you don't

(also he has fur he isn't butt naked)

[devisopod]

when I figure out how to draw, it's over for y'all

doodling when I can, there's a lot going on (𖦹﹏𖦹;)

[raejupiterriley]

Have you ever had that sinking feeling during a conversation when you realize you're completely disconnected from the person you're trying to communicate with? Not just missing each other's points, but existing in entirely different realms of understanding?

I found myself in that situation recently. At first, I thought maybe we were just on different pages of the same book – you know, that slight misalignment that happens when two people are working toward the same goal but viewing it from different angles. A simple matter of flipping a few pages to catch up with each other.

But as our interaction continued, the disconnect deepened. It dawned on me that we weren't even reading from the same book. Our fundamental understanding of the situation, our base assumptions, and our approaches were so drastically different that finding common ground felt like trying to match puzzle pieces from two completely different sets.

And then came the most unsettling realization of all – perhaps the other person wasn't even equipped to read the metaphorical book we were supposedly discussing. It's like trying to have a conversation about the subtle themes in a novel with someone who doesn't understand the alphabet. The frustration isn't even about disagreement anymore; it's about the impossibility of meaningful exchange.

This experience has taught me something crucial about communication: sometimes the barriers we face aren't just about different perspectives or opinions. They can be about completely different frameworks of understanding, different languages of thought, different realities altogether. In these moments, the challenge isn't just to make yourself understood – it's to first establish whether there's even a possibility of understanding.

So what do we do when we find ourselves in these situations? Perhaps the first step is acknowledging the depth of the disconnect. Sometimes, recognizing that we're not even in the same library, let alone on the same page, is the most honest and productive realization we can have. From there, we can decide whether to attempt building a bridge across that vast gap or to conserve our energy for conversations where shared understanding is possible.

After all, effective communication isn't just about speaking clearly – it's about finding common ground to stand on before we even begin to talk.

[emptymushroom]

Something about this Yoo Joonghyuk guy people keep talking about is giving me the impression that he's not meant to even be near a gun

[12shadow6]

The saddest truth is realising you have fallen madly in love with what can never be.

-Michael Faudet

[journalsofsarila]

[self-insert-hell]

When everything is sfw but you still get flustered seeing your f/o(s) without a shirt/unbuttoned shirt.

[sgtdakota]

hi im new here /lie :)) a little yaoi of los prisioneros won't hurt anyone... a little tags to be safe.. lol. :) no no si me conocen no soy yo

[shoujo-dump]

A Condition Called Love

[life-set-to-random]

Anyone else notice that she didn’t actually answer his question?

[dk-thrive]

If you don’t like something, you might not realize it wasn’t meant for you to like.

— Jodi Picoult, By Any Other Name: A Novel (Ballantine Books, August 20, 2024)

[sparklingaaria]

tfw the executive dysfunction so bad you take a fucking hour procrastinating showering in yhr bathroom and then its usually too late to shower at all cause you also take an hour to sctuslly shower

[raejupiterriley]

I can tell by the way you are acting that you think it's me...

The lingering glances, the way your eyes light up when I enter the room, how your smile reaches deeper into your soul when we talk. These little tells betray your heart's whispers.

I can tell by the fact that we laugh and have a good time...

Our jokes flow effortlessly, each punchline landing perfectly as if choreographed by time itself. The way our laughter intertwines and fills empty spaces with warmth and possibility. How hours dissolve into minutes when we're lost in conversation.

I can tell by the fact that the connection is still so strong...

Like gravity, like magnetism, like the tide pulled by the moon - there's something primal and undeniable in how we orbit each other. The electricity when our hands accidentally brush, the way we finish each other's thoughts, how silence between us feels like home.

I can tell by the length of the hugs, that you think it's me...

Each embrace lingers a heartbeat too long, your arms holding on as if trying to memorize the moment. The way your breath catches slightly when we part, the gentle squeeze at the end that speaks volumes in its tenderness.

I can tell by the way you say you love me...

Those three words carry such weight when they fall from your lips, heavy with hope and future promises. Your voice softens around the edges, wrapped in velvet vulnerability that you show to no one else.

But I can promise you that it isn't me...

It has never been me...

I'm not the destination your heart seeks, just a waypoint on your journey.

I appear when I am needed...

Like a lighthouse in a storm, a shelter in the rain.

I hold your hand when all seems lost...

Steadying you through the tremors of life's earthquakes.

I am the light at the really dark times...

A torch to guide you through the valleys of shadow.

But for you that is all I will ever be...

A beautiful chapter, but not the whole story.

Don't get lost in that and make a story with a happy ending for you and me...

Don't try to force forever from what was meant to be temporary.

Just be here and enjoy it for what it is...

This moment, this connection, this perfectly imperfect now.

I promise you will find what you are looking for...

Your heart's true north exists, waiting to be discovered.

But it isn't in me...

I am your shooting star, not your sun.

Your bridge, not your shore.

Your healing rain, not your steady ground.

💋

[ilikeywhatilike]

Then I think of us

I wasn’t much to you

Yet you were everything to me.

[ekothefirst]

DEAD

Starfox? DEAD. Eclipse fed? DEAD. Duality duo? DEAD. Havoc duo? DEAD

Clownzy? Surprisingly not dead :D Purple duo? Also not dead. Huh.

:D /lh