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[theloulouge]

[st4rg1rl2002]

I'm so glad we're friends

[bloominginsilence]

You're going to meet someone who will love you like it's breathing.

[onehundredfallenpetals]

I'm late but here's my piece for 11/20, I had a lot of fun with the concept

[alwayshaveandialwayswill]

“we don’t talk. i still dream about you.”

[theletterboxstuff]

At the end of the day, its you and the unsent messages rotting in your notes app

[duchesswhitepeony]

It's so loud. I can't hear myself miss you.

[herhurthoneyheart]

They say, "If it's meant to be, it'll happen."

But someone says, "Sometimes, you have to make it happen."

They say, "Never go to bed angry."

But someone says. "Sometimes, it's okay to sleep on it."

They say. "You should always be yourself."

But someone says. "Sometimes, you have to adjust to make a relationship work."

They say, "If they really loved you, they'd never hurt you."

But someone says, "Love isn't perfect, it's messy and real.

In the end, it's not about listening to everyone else's advice. It's about trusting what feels right for you. People will always have something to say, but only you know what your heart needs, what your mind believes, and what vour soul craves.

[spider-swift]

apologies in advance

[cupidarrow10]

[theloulouge]

[sakura-hayashii]

dear person reading this,

i just want you to know... if you think about it… the sun rises and the sun sets… every single day… but they both have a different amount of time that they presently exist in… just like life… you have to go through your own sunrises and sunsets… life will always have its time of light and darkness… there are feelings and phases… and events in our life are somewhat like seasons… sometimes the darkness will far outweigh the light… but other times the light will predominate the darkness… everyone goes through those moments of feeling like we’re the only person who exists in this world… left all alone… this feeling of loneliness… and never being able to explain it… and tired of trying to because people dont seem to understand… so youre left feeling empty and alone... but youre not… you have people around you who have been through similar… often trying to find someone who can listen and understand them just like you are… there are people who are willing to sit and listen… willing to stand by your side… willing to just be there and support you as you grow… youre the only one who can change yourself… but there are always people who are willing to help and cheer you on… you just gotta find them… being dependent on yourself is good… but you eventually start craving things… like having a good conversation with someone and connecting on passions… or the intimacy of literally just a hug… or even trying new things… i wanna do everything on my own but i cant… thats not how the world works… cause no matter what… there will always be at least one person waiting for you to come to them and ask for help… YOU ARE WORTHY AND LOVED AND THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOURE GOING THROUGH… sometimes reaching out for help or just a conversation also helps the other person… you never know… you just might change their life… and they might change yours.

- S.H.

[bloominginsilence]

And like a fool repeats his foolishness, I return to you.

[thestarkerisobvious]

“You said it was sensitive… here…” Peter said as gently as he could, trying to pretend he hadn’t been dreaming about this for years. He placed his fingers gingerly on the edge, two fingers on the reactor itself, two fingers on skin.

Then he looked up and tried to use his best ‘innocent’ eyes. “I wasn’t sure what that meant.”

Tony shuddered, his eyes fluttered shut, and his lips parted. Peter had seen that look before, but only during sex, when the pleasure was too much. Tony opened his eyes and looked at Peter. He reached his fingertip down next to the boy’s hand. “Here,” he traced the narrow line of white scar tissue around the arc reactor’s housing, “is sensitive.” He took Peter’s finger and showed him. “And here.” He moved the boy’s finger to the smooth unmarked skin. “But here…” He shuddered again. “Where they meet. Where the sensation blends…”

“In a good way?” 

He bit his lips trying to keep the words in. All he could do was nod in assent. He swallowed. “Yes,” he finally admitted. 

He took Peter’s fingers and placed them on the arc reactor itself. He closed his eyes again. “I know I can’t feel it. But I feel it.” His breath hitched. “You don’t mind this?”

“Mind it? Tony, it’s beautiful. I’m… and I’m not just saying this because I’m a big science geek… I mean I want it known I was on a freaking spaceship and also another planet and… Tony, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s a beautiful, precise, work of engineering. Something I created. But… nothing more than a machine,” he said, rather flatly, as if repeating someone else’s words...

[paper-freckles]

jily on the unsent project

[jakegyllenbaalz]

the unsent project (22/7/24)