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i love li cu and his parents, wang meng & wu xie

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LOVE OF THE DIVINE TREE episode 23

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I have a question; from which site are you guys watching Justice in the Dark?

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some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:

Point Defiance Steps

Mates

Rising Tides

Vashon Steps

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🧡 Raccoon Self-Care from our resident Trash Panda 🧡

From this post

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What you expected: 🐆

What you actually watched: 😽

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my new hobby is watching jitd viewers who have never read a priest novel just MELTING DOWN INTO ACID on the bad app, like they truly thought this drama was gonna end with zhoudu in pretty dresses having a cupcake party. and there's still 3 episodes to go

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(◡‿◡✿)

(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”

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You know that scene in Lady Bird where she asks her mom, “Do you like me?” and her mom just looks at her and says, “I just want you to be the best version of yourself” And then Lady Bird says, “What if this is the best version of me?”—and her mom says nothing. Just silence. Just that look. I think about that all the time. Because that pause? That silence? It hurts. She should have said yes. She should have said, yes, I like you. Yes, even this version. Yes, even when you’re messy and loud and unsure and not trying to be perfect. Yes, even when you’re not who I expected. Yes, always yes. And I want to ask my mother the same question—do you like me?—but I’m scared. Scared that she’ll say the thing I already know in the back of my mind. Scared she won’t say anything at all. Scared she’ll just look at me like that, and I’ll realize the silence is the answer......I'm not just asking if she likes me. I'm asking: Am I enough? Am I safe with you? Will you still see me if I stop trying so hard? Will you still stay, even with the parts I hide? And the terrifying part is… I suspect I already know the answer....The silence And maybe that’s worse than hearing no. Maybe silence is its own kind of wound. We all want to be liked by the people who are supposed to love us unconditionally. Love can feel obligatory—automatic, like a duty. But being liked? That feels voluntary, like a gift. And maybe if I ever do get the courage to ask her—if one day the words make their way out of my mouth— and she answers with the silence or the words I was always afraid of hearing I will try to be gentle with myself no matter how she responds. Because the courage to ask is already a kind of healing. It’s me choosing truth over fear.

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the em dash calls to me like the green goblin mask whenever I’m writing a fic

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Are you looking for something casual?

does it fucking look like im capable of being casual about anything at all

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Publishing your work online and wanting the approval of your audience makes it hard to remember sometimes that you don't owe anyone your creativity. Sure, it's a give and take. You bless them with your work and they show gratitude. But one does not dictate the other.

Write and create when you feel like it, not because you feel forced to satisfy someone else.

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you ever just click on a fanfic and read the first word and go “shut up” and exit