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puppy want a treat?

puppy want a fucking break from it all

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The morning sunlight streamed through the café window as she sat across her close friend, their breakfasts untouched on the table. They spent the entire meal talking, not about the food or the weather, but about their "ones who got away." The conversation felt both therapeutic and pathetic, a strange mix of vulnerability and frustration.

Her close friend's pain mirrored her own in many ways—the disrespect they had endured, the hurt that lingered long after the goodbyes. It was all so loud in her memory, impossible to ignore. Yet, beneath her frustration, there was something else: longing.

She missed him. She missed the boy she fell in love with. Despite everything, she wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet. “I’ll hold on a little longer,” she thought, as if giving herself permission to keep the hope alive, even though it felt increasingly fragile.

Questions swirled in her mind like restless waves. Did I mean anything to you? Was what we had mutual, or was it all in my head? These questions had no answers, and yet, she couldn’t stop asking them.

Sometimes, late at night, she’d wonder if she would go back to the beginning, to that first meeting, or the moments where they started liking eachother. If she had the chance, would she try again, knowing what she knew now? She didn’t have an answer to that, either.

She had tried to be what he needed. She knew his heart carried scars from a past, and she thought she could help him heal. But instead of easing his pain, she’d begun to feel like a burden. That realization stung deeply, as though she had failed him and herself at the same time.

“I feel pathetic,” she admitted silently, her hands gripping her coffee cup. “Stupid for waiting, for hoping, for believing that you might come back.” She knew it was one-sided, but she wasn’t ready to give up. Not just yet. Just a little longer.

He was everywhere—in her thoughts, her dreams, even in the mundane moments of her day. She found herself wondering what he liked on Instagram, what reels he watched. It felt like the only thread left connecting them, a desperate way to understand him when he wouldn’t speak to her.

And then there was the truth she couldn’t ignore: if he ever asked her to see him, she’d go running. No hesitation, no second thoughts. She hated herself for it, but she knew it was true.

As she stared at the untouched breakfast in front of her, she whispered to herself, “Where did you bury the boy I fell in love with?” The question lingered in the air, unanswered and heavy, as if it held all the weight of what they used to be.

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Hii ♡

I have a lot of weight in my heart, sooo I'm using this as a way to lighten it. Anyway, I hope people relate to this cause its comforting knowing that no one is truly alone in heartbreak.

I used my hang with my friend (ilysm) as inspo.

This is literally my heart and tears, don't act like it's your work !!

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“Love didn’t hurt you. Someone who doesn’t know how to love you hurt you. Don’t confuse the two.”

— Unknown

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Hello friends, supporters, and EveryTumblr, Today I have tragic news I want to share with you. We started our day with new evacuation orders for our displacement area 💔 This will be the 13th time of evacuating and fleeing from a real danger with my family, and everytime is harder than the previous one I almost can take my breaths, to bear a new displacement!!! Even the tents are worn out and cannot be dismantled and installed in a new place!! I really feel suffocated from this situation, and need your support to start over in a new place I appeal to the whole world to hear my and my family's mournful cry in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety

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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

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The city was alive, bustling with the sounds of footsteps, conversations, and the distant hum of cars, but for her, it always felt a little quieter. Everywhere she went, memories of him followed, woven into the fabric of her days. Whether it was the melodies playing through her headphones, the smell of spices wafting from her kitchen, or the rhythmic cadence of her shoes against the pavement, he was there. Every turn of a corner seemed to summon the echoes of their laughter, their shared moments painted vividly in her mind.

Passing by the park always made her smile, even as her chest tightened. She couldn’t help but giggle, recalling their playful antics—the silly jokes, the warmth of his hand in hers. The memory of a video she once took on his phone tugged at her heart. How she wished she could watch it now, hear their laughter again. But the ache of missing him wasn’t fleeting; it lingered, sharp and persistent, amplified by every small joy or absurdity she wished she could share with him.

Yet, the heaviness of it all gnawed at her. She shook her head, frustrated with herself. “This is so stupid,” she muttered, though deep down, she knew it wasn’t. These feelings weren’t born from nothing; they came from something real, something meaningful. And he wasn’t just a boy—he was him.

She wrestled with the complexity of her emotions, torn between acceptance and longing. Missing him, she reminded herself, was okay. But the pain of missing him was its own beast, unrelenting and raw. She had genuinely believed there was more to their story, that their paths were meant to intertwine longer. Maybe, she thought, they were simply lessons for one another, meant to grow apart rather than together.

Still, she refused to cling to illusions. Their last conversation was clear, untainted by desperation or false hope. She valued honesty, even when it hurt. “I won’t distort what we had,” she resolved. “I’ll honor the truth of it.” She was healing, working on herself, and though her heart remained open, she didn’t carry regrets.

The love she held for him wasn’t in the past—it wasn’t “loved,” but “love.” The future was a mystery, and she held onto the belief that perhaps the universe had its own plans for them. In the meantime, she let herself feel everything. Disappointment, yes, but also joy in the memories. Each day, she allowed herself to heal a little more, recognizing her worth and prioritizing her own happiness.

There were stings, of course. Seeing his friends brought bittersweet encounters. They would tease her, oblivious to the shift in their story. “Where’s ....... ? Not on a date today?” they’d ask with a knowing grin. She hadn’t told her friends about their breakup yet, and it seemed he hadn’t either. The fact that they ended on good terms made it both easier and harder. There was no anger to fall back on, no harsh words to replay—just a tender ache for what was.

She chose to embrace her feelings rather than bury them. Her emotions were valid, and she gave herself grace to process them all. When she thought of him—whether through a song he’d shared or a memory that crept into her day—it wasn’t bitterness that lingered but a quiet happiness.

Sometimes, he appeared in her mind without warning. On some days, it made her wince. On others, it felt like a gentle nudge from the universe. She remembered his words, how he told her to find someone better. At the time, it had stung, like her feelings hadn’t reached him fully. But as the weeks passed, she realized she didn’t need to prove her worth to him—or anyone.

If he found happiness with someone else, she knew she would hurt, but she would also be happy for him. That’s just who she was. His joy, in some way, would always ripple into hers. Would it make her cry and scream and curse the stars? Yes, probably. But that was okay, too. Her love for him was deep, rooted in both care for him and a growing love for herself.

And so, she continued. She missed him, yes, and she loved him. But she also loved herself. If their goodbye truly was a “see you later,” she would face that moment with a smile. For now, she giggled at their silly memories, let herself heal, and trusted that whatever came next, she would be ready.

“I love you,” she whispered into the quiet. “I miss you. And I’ll wait for you, even if it’s only in my heart.”

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“what’re you doing? you’re being pretty quiet” nagi mumbles from his end of the call. the two of you always called whenever you were doing menial things such as doing your homework or gaming. it was your relationship’s weird way of spending time together.

“logging. something for my club…” you vaguely explain, not exactly making nagi any more knowledgeable on what you’re doing.

you’re really tired— your eyebags have been drooping much more this week, you can never seem to wake up in time for school, and you have so much work you haven’t finished yet, you’re considering doing an all-nighter…

“ugh…” you groan, “i think my brain’s gonna explode…” your eyes finally blink after staying open for what seems like an hour straight.

“you should take a break, babe. hop on call of duty with me?” nagi offers. you had called him at 6 PM; it’s 12 AM, and haven’t said anything since the call started. nagi was starting to get needy.

“can’t, seishi… i really have a ton to do…” you mumble, head in your hands. there was way too much, you felt as if you were gonna break down. “babe…” nagi pouts, grumbling. “please? just one round?”

he tries negotiating, but he receives no response. “…babe?” he asks,

“hellooo..?” he calls out.

“did you fall asleep..?”

“…”

he sighs. you actually managed to work yourself to sleep. you didn’t turn on your camera, so he couldn’t actually see the position you fell asleep in. he could only hope it was a comfortable one that wouldn’t have you complaining that your back hurts in the morning.

“sleep well, babe…” he wishes. but now, what does he do..? he doesn’t quite want to leave you alone sleeping, so he decides to let you sleep on the call while he plays his games.

when you wake up in the morning, red marks are all over your forearms, your hair is flying in your face, and theres a pool of drool on your desk.

shit, you fell asleep— what time was it..?

you look to your overheating PC— it’s 4 AM. you turn to your other monitor, and see that you’re still on call with nagi, who you can only assume fell asleep on call with you, so you wouldn’t be lonely.

‘10:58:38’

‘i should stay on call with him’, you think to yourself.

cause, what if he gets lonely?

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They want you to do a twirl too ♡

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Made an arcane fan animation hehe

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“It is painful to see that people prefer a bad guy who looks like an angel to a good guy who looks like a demon.”

— Susan Ee, World After

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kind of obsessed with the characterization of jayce and viktor as fundamentally good people who will also go absolutely batshit insane if you separate them because theyre also ridiculously codependent to a degree that is concerning for everybody else's wellbeing. they were literally away from each other for a couple of months and almost ended the entire world

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live laugh love jayvik. AM I RIGHT JAYVIK NATION?!?!

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"Doctor, you may begin the process"

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i was so scared for him

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y’all not ready to talk about how most fanfic writers/readers on here are JUST like the booktok gooners. Writing ridiculous shit about barely legal reader x 30+ year old characters. And yall AGE THEM UP.

i understand having parental issues and all that but this is NOT something we should be romanticizing and normalizing you don’t understand how it absolutely takes up my feed. just like how yall are tearing those middle-aged women apart for sexualizing absolutely ridiculous things, yall should realize you’re part of the problem. there is absolutely NO reason for Nanami to be 42 in that fanfic and for reader to be 20. it adds absolutely nothing to the plot, and romanticizes borderline-predatory relationships. the reader is always cute, shy, virginal, did you stop to think about how strange it is to write that???

if you’re hating on proshippers as someone who writes shit like this look in the mirror. and go to fucking therapy.

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tomorrow i will get my life together. if i’m not sleepy