#LostConnection

[yumingpai]

愛已過期 (M1)

A digital love breakdown, lost signals, failed logins, and love expired.

愛已過期，訊號斷線，感情程式直接閃退，這場戀愛GG了

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

I MISS US

[1ostconnecti0n]

Swole tan

No screen, just sun

Old man me will worry about it

If I make it off these gold sands

Za's got me talking funny

Might say something that'll send this Angel running

Right now she wants to hold hands

Sweet sun, Honey in your hair

Sugar on your tongue, Music in your lungs

Sticking on my skin when we hug

Imagine all the people

#sweethoneysugarmusic

[sunflauer]

And after sunny days, a storm is bound to appear.

There is nothing I hate more than being in the eye of the storm without an umbrella.

We've been having quite a few disagreements lately. Mostly because we are literally opposites attracted to each other. And we are so different that we get disappointed or feel betrayed when the other one does not feel the same thing with the same amount of intensity.

Even if we give our best, maybe our best is not even a little to them. Maybe some problems are too big to be fixed with "I love you". Maybe some wars are not meant to be won, they are just meant to hurt you.

How can we make someone feel better when all the things we can offer them are not going to help? What do you do when the problem you have to fix is yourself?

I feel like a failure. Like all the words I wrote here are fake. After each fight, each disagreement, each misunderstanding, I think of those two teenagers that fell in love through text messages. Those kids had more hope than the two of us combined. It saddens me to see how the world tores us apart and rips all the hope and wonder away from our young hearts.

How can a problem be so difficult you have no words to mend it? How can it make you feel so small and vulnerable? How can it make you feel that way when it all happened under your ruling?

This is a tiny part of what I feel like when I have a fight with him. I try to answer in the way he would want, but no words sound good enough to me. So I choose silence. And I can see how mad he gets when I opt to stay quiet. But nothing I have to say will help our situation. My thoughts are going as fast as the speed of light and even though they are all connected to our problem, they are side issues that won't allow us to come up with a viable solution. Just nuances that are mine to take care of.

I don't know if he still reads this blog. Part of me hopes he doesn't. But if you do, you should know I am in a really bad place, mentally and physically. I hate my life, I hate my body and I hate myself. I don't know if therapy is the answer but I just know that I don't like my life right now and that is part of the reason why I may be so disconnected from reality. That is the reason why I cry every night and why it is difficult for me to come up with solutions. I am back in the black room I once was but now there are no weapons with me, only mirrors and no doors. It sucks. It's not your fault. But it sucks.

I hope to get better soon but I see no hope for myself at the moment. I am sorry about this. I hope you never get to read this because I don't know what I would say. So, if you do read this, here's a little advice from my past self: don't give me solutions. Give me a hug. Kiss me. Make me feel the warmth of that light I cannot find. I will find the solution to my problem. I don't need you for that. I need you to help me find hope so that I can fix it on my own. So, if you are reading this, just give me love in the truest form you can find. Thank you.

[xhokagej]

death of a friendship

We were inseparable, but now it feels like you've become someone I barely recognize. The person I used to call my friend has transformed for the better, leaving me with a hollow shell of what once wasn’t friend. The pain of not being able to see you, touch you, or share those close moments is truly heartbreaking.

[slientstories]

Talking to a Ghost That’s Still Online

Song playing in the background: “We Hug” by Sydney Rose

I met you in the most random way. I was sad, scrolling through a quiet corner of the internet when I saw your comment, “Does anyone want to be my friend?” I hesitated. But it was my secret account, so I told myself, why not?

I thought it would last a day or two.

But one day turned into two, two into a week. I started staying up late just to talk to you, adjusting to the time difference like it was natural, like it mattered.

Maybe that was the problem.

Maybe I gave you a nickname too fast,

Maybe I was too nice,

Maybe I listened too well, agreed too quickly,

Maybe it was the age—me, 20, you… seven years older. Maybe that creeped you out,

Or maybe it was the cultural gap, the different languages, the way we came from two different worlds, but tried anyway.

I still wonder what went wrong,

Why did you disappear?

You still post,

You still open my messages.

So I guess… I just stopped being worth a reply.

Maybe I made you uncomfortable,

Or maybe you just lost interest.

What do you call a friendship that felt real but vanished too soon? A beginning with no middle or end?

I know, I shouldn’t be thinking about this. We only talked for three weeks. Maybe I was foolish for caring so much, for letting a stranger’s words make me feel seen.

But how do I forget the travel plans we made,

The fanfic we started together, the favorite characters we obsessed over, the books, the series, the anime,

The way we laughed, the late-night talks,

The rare and quiet moment of feeling understood.

What do I do with those memories now?

I wish you’d taken them with you when you left.

Was I ever a friend?

© Princess 2025. All rights reserved.

[losingconnections]

[jairohikiroyahoo]

"Facebook in 2025 feels like a forgotten city — once bustling with life, now a desolate landscape of old posts, stagnant timelines, and echoes of people who have moved on to other platforms. It’s as if the vibrant connections that once filled every corner have faded into silence, leaving behind only digital footprints and memories frozen in time."

[wordsofmiyukiblu]

Have you ever fallen in love with the thought of being with someone? A blur of what ifs and what it could be. Eternal happiness finds you for the quickest moment, but then, just like that, you snap back to reality

[aimelodic]

Ai Melodic - My Friend (I Hope You Ok) [Official Audio]

[land--escape]

Image by Crisvesan on Tumblr

In the whispers of the wind, I remember your name—Aline. The sweetness lingered in the moments when our eyes met. Now, I find myself wondering, where in the world are you now?

[chardaearchive]

A Sky Altered by Absence

these can't be the same stars that lit up the the sky on nights we laid together,

it used to be enough to know that we still see the same sunsets

your absence is the weight that keeps my lungs from expanding

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[1ostconnecti0n]

[little-mini-me-world]

Friends, I need help finding another cod oneshot.

It was in omegaverse with Alpha!Kyle, Omega!Price, and Beta!Female Reader. There’s a lactation kink in the fic too. My dumbass forgot to reblog it.

So basically Kyle and Reader are friends, best friends even and he brings her into the taskforce as a new member. They all welcome her and Price especially because the longer she stays with them he notices that she like’s Price’s scent, which draws him to her. For the others in the taskforce, Price’s scent is just too strong, too sweet and cloying to handle for too long, but she finds it comforting and loves to snuggles up to Price and he welcomes it enthusiastically. Which is the start of Price slowing seducing her so she can spend his heats with her too.

But Kyle is NOT HAPPY! At ALL! He is so jealous, like this is HIS friend, HIS beta, and even if Price is his Captain and Omega, hell no is he letting him take her away without a fight.

Price stops taking his suppressants so he can go into heat and he lures Reader in to his nest, smut happens, then Kyle smells her from outside of Price’s door and barges in, pissed as hell. Then he sees her all drunk on sex, tits dripping with milk and then he joins in on the fun fighting over dominance and the attentions of Reader.

*Edit 6/20: fic was found! It’s Popping cherries and squeezing lemons by @girl-lostconnection !*

[losingconnections]