#OneDayataTime

[cleanaf]

GIT IN DA PIT !!!

[selfharm-recoverylife]

The first time I ever watched One Day at a Time (Netflix), I bawled my eyes out at so many episodes.

Either they hit who I was as a closeted queer person figuring out how to come out, or they hit who I was as a person struggling with depression and anxiety.

I couldn't tell you how long it's been since my last rewatch of this incredible (and cut far too short) show, but I can tell that I've gone through so much growth since then.

Now, as I'm bawling my eyes out to S2 E9 (Penelope dealing with her depression and going off her meds), I'm crying bc I feel FOR her, not bc I AM her.

There's space now.

Space and empathy and love that has come with so much growth and therapy and introspection and action in my own personal life.

I can watch this show, and still shed tears (bc honestly, it's that damn good), but I can do so bc I feel for the characters and their situations, not bc I relate so heavily in my current life.

This is an unexpected, but so unbelievably welcome side effect of therapy and growth.

[k0tt]

write three things you're grateful for right now, at this very second

[alarwynnwhispers]

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 11: ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ 🧡

ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ + ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ

⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ

ꜱᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴅɪꜱᴄᴜꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ ꜰᴀᴛɪɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʏᴍᴘᴛᴏᴍꜱ

ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ

ᴄᴏ-ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀʏ-ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ

ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴄʀᴜᴛɪɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴄʏ

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴜɴᴘᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ (ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ, ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ)

ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɴᴄɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴀᴄɪɴɢ

It was late afternoon when they reached her apartment, Monaco light still clinging to the sky, soft and amber like honey spread over stone.

Lando didn’t follow her in right away. He paused at the doorway, one hand gripping the frame, unsure if he was welcome past it.

(Y/n) noticed. “Come in,” she said simply, unlocking the door.

Inside, it smelled faintly of citrus and fabric softener. A candle flickered on the windowsill, half-burned. The space was modest, lived in, not designed for show. A book lay spine-up on the coffee table, and a glass of ginger water sat beside it, unfinished.

Lando stood awkwardly near the coat rack as she slipped off her shoes. He rubbed the back of his neck, then finally said, “This place is… calm.”

“It’s small.”

“I didn’t mean that as a bad thing.”

She gave him a sidelong look, but her shoulders relaxed just a touch. “You want anything? Water? Tea?”

“Just… to talk.”

They ended up sitting across from each other on the couch, an ocean of space between them. Neither leaned back. The ultrasound photo lay between them, still creased at the corners.

“I’m not going to chase you around Monaco,” she said first. “I don’t want money. I don’t want tabloids. I just want… peace.”

“I get that.”

She looked at him, eyes sharper than usual. “Do you?”

Lando swallowed. “No. But I’m trying.”

A quiet moment stretched between them.

Then, he reached forward, placing both palms on his knees. “What do you want from me? Not what you don’t want. Tell me what you do want.”

(Y/n) blinked, taken aback. “I… I want a stable pregnancy. I want to keep working as long as I can. I want to not have to lie to my coworkers when I get dizzy or tired.”

He nodded.

“I want to not be constantly anxious about you showing up and acting like I tricked you.”

Lando winced. “Yeah. Okay. That’s fair.”

“I want—” she hesitated “—you to mean it. When you say you want to be here. Not because you’re a public figure. Not because you feel bad. Just because you mean it.”

Lando was silent for a long time.

“I do,” he said finally. “I mean it.”

Another beat.

“I can help with the appointments,” he added. “We can keep everything off the radar. I’ve got people who know how to keep things quiet. You don’t have to deal with the circus.”

“I’m not ashamed of it.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

She softened slightly. “I know. But I’ve been carrying this alone for weeks. I don’t want secrets. Just… privacy.”

He nodded again. “Privacy. Not secrecy. Got it.”

She leaned back, finally exhaling. “We can set boundaries. Conditions.”

“Like a truce?”

“More like a contract.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. “You’re tougher than I remember.”

“I’ve had to be.”

He looked down at the ultrasound again. “That little dot… that’s ours.”

She didn’t correct him.

“I’ll start with the basics,” he said, voice quieter now. “Transport when you need it. Appointments. Groceries if you’re too tired. I don’t want to overstep. But I want to show up.”

(Y/n) studied him.

Then she nodded. “We’ll take it one day at a time.”

Lando looked up at her. “Deal.”

Outside, the sun had almost set. The sky was streaked with soft pinks and lavenders.

Inside, things were still complicated. Still fragile.

But for the first time, they weren’t entirely broken.

To be continued... 🧡

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 12: ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴏᴜꜰʟᴀɢᴇ 🧡

📝 Note from the Author: Second post of the day HAHAHAHA I couldn’t help myself, the plot bunnies are running wild and I’m just holding on for dear life 🐇✨

Don’t forget to like, comment, reblog, and if you’re loving the stories so far, follow for more, the drama isn’t done with us yet 😌

With love, me 🧡

[thepridelibrary]

Follows three generations of the same Cuban-American family living in the same house: a newly divorced former military mother, her teenage daughter and tween son, and her old-school mother.

Have you seen it? Stop by the website to rate it for others!

[lilu84]

🙈🙉🙊🪬Don’t believe the lies, abandonment or rejection, feelings being left out, overlooked, unappreciated misunderstood easily, ashamed, manipulated, carrying heavy burdens that aren’t yours, etc; you are one of a kind 👑🧬💌🧡 regardless.

🥅Just because it may feel like every one leaves…..unrequited; does not mean GOD/UNIVERSE/ANCESTORS forgot about you 🌎🧬🛶🎁🙏🏽🪷.

💯GOD/UNIVERSE/ANCESTORS hear, see and know all you don’t that rejection is for your protection 💡. I did get better with saying THANK YOU for the protection 🙏🏽🥅.

🍋Change for the better will always be supported by the GOD/UNIVERSE/ANCESTORS. Keep walking in love-frequency 📡.

[demetris-stuff]

I've been thinking about how weird growth feels sometimes. One day, you’re struggling to start, and the next, you realize you’re miles from where you began—without even noticing. Maybe that’s what it’s all about—showing up, even when it’s messy.

[languageslinguistics]

Top Netflix shows to learn English According to AI

Friends: (English) - Still a top choice. Very clear American English, repetitive situations, and lots of common idioms.

How I Met Your Mother: (English) - Similar to Friends, but a bit more modern. Still very good for learning everyday conversation.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine: (English) - Modern sitcom with diverse characters and clear speech. Focuses on workplace interactions and humor.

The Good Place: (English) - Philosophical comedy with relatively simple language and a fun premise. Good for ethical discussions and character development.

Parks and Recreation: (English) - Mockumentary style with clear American English. Positive tone and engaging characters.

Gilmore Girls: (English) - Fast-paced dialogue, but generally clear. Focuses on family relationships and everyday life. Can be good for expanding vocabulary.

Modern Family: (English) - Diverse cast with different ages and backgrounds. Good for hearing various accents and conversational styles.

Grace and Frankie: (English) - Focuses on older characters, so the pace is a bit slower and the language is clear. Deals with themes of aging and friendship.

Queer Eye: (English) - Reality show with positive interactions and emotional vocabulary. Good for learning about self-care and acceptance.

Emily in Paris: (English) - While set in Paris, it's primarily in English. Lighthearted and focuses on cultural differences. Easy to follow.

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt: (English) - Quirky comedy with a lot of energy. The language is modern and engaging.

Cobra Kai: (English) - Still a good option, especially if the learner is interested in action and teen drama.

Atypical: (English) - Focuses on a teenager on the autism spectrum, so the language is often direct and clear.

One Day at a Time: (English) - Sitcom with a Latino family. Good for learning about cultural nuances and family dynamics.Schitt's Creek: (English) - Canadian sitcom with a unique vocabulary, but the characters' interactions are very clear.

[carloswritesooks]

🧘🏽‍♂️ How I Practice Self-Care

I practice self-care by listening to my body—not just when it screams, but when it whispers.As a man living with type 2 diabetes, I’ve learned that discipline is a form of love, not restriction. I choose protein over cravings,water over excuses,silence over chaos—and yes, my one cappuccino in the morning that reminds me I’m still allowed joy. Self-care for me is spiritual too.It’s saying no…

[cleanaf]

na is a cult ....

[wouldntyoulikeyoknow]

“Empty Tabs”

I light the screen like a cigarette flame, Familiar clicks, but it’s never the same. Faces I don’t know, names I won’t learn, A ritual repeated just to feel the burn.

Not fire on skin, not touch or embrace— Just echoes of bodies in digital space. I chase a high that's hollow and thin, Every climax leaves me lonelier again.

It’s not desire, not really—not love, Just a ghost I keep feeding when push comes to shove. A symptom, a scratch I can't stop bleeding, A stand-in for warmth, for actual meaning.

Each night I promise, “Tomorrow I’ll stop.” Then I scroll past the guilt 'til my soul wants to drop. It’s not the porn, it’s the silence it hides, The ache of an empty place no clip can disguise.

I don’t want pixels—I want a hand. Not just to hold, but to help me stand. I want someone’s laugh, not synthetic moans, But here I sit, addicted and alone.

[k0tt]

this constant pain i'm in makes me want to making fuck berserker

[astridsdreamspace]

Start Where You Are (Even If That’s a Pile of Blankets)

It’s Monday. That means nothing… and everything.

Start where you are. Even if you're still in pajamas. Even if your to-do list looks like a bowl of tangled spaghetti. Even if you already spilled coffee on your good pen.

You’re not behind. You’re not broken. You’re a person. And you’re here.

Light one candle today. Send one message. Take one deep breath. Feed yourself something warm. Let that count.

You don’t have to fix everything this week. You don’t have to slay all the dragons. Sometimes the most important thing you’ll do all day is swing your legs out from under the blankets and rest your feet on the floor. Not stand up. Not clean the kitchen. Just place your feet on the ground and breathe.

And that’s enough.

When grief makes the air heavy or depression makes the ceiling too loud just waking up is a kind of bravery.

Sometimes the weekend was trash. Sometimes your body hurts. Sometimes nothing feels right and all you can do is blink at the wall and whisper, “Okay. I’m still here.”

That whisper is a victory.

And no—your tiny steps are not lesser than anyone else’s long strides. Your pace is yours. Your path is yours. Don’t let someone else’s highlight reel make you doubt the value of showing up at all.

There is no behind. There is no failing. There is only this moment—and you, doing your best inside it.

So take your one small thing. Let that be your offering today. One breath. One glass of water. One word written. One dish washed.

Let it be enough. Because it is.

And so are you.

[thejourneyofastrangerlife]

Drawing the Line at Manipulation

Today, my mother-in-law created another dramatic episode — her signature cleaning spree, the kind she uses to mask her narcissistic behavior. This comes right after yesterday’s argument, and honestly, it’s unbelievable. My husband, poor thing, doesn’t even see that she’s playing the victim again. I don’t know how to escape this loop of drama. Every time, I’m expected to let things go — that’s what my husband keeps saying — just so she can restart the same chaos again whenever she wants?

No matter what I do, it’s never enough. From now on, I will just let it be. Whatever she wants to do — it’s up to her. It’s no longer my problem. I’ve tolerated this for almost a year. She refuses to let go of her son and constantly finds ways to create tension, just to push him further away from me. Why am I always the one left to endure all this?

And here’s what’s been on my mind lately: tell me, what more am I supposed to do? I try to see things from my husband’s point of view, but even that leads to me being blamed or compared. What am I really in this household? A maid? Is a wife just an unpaid servant in her in-laws’ eyes? Is that what it means to marry — to become obligated not only to a husband but to his mother too?

Let me be clear: I am not a maid. I am a human being, a wife, a partner — and I deserve respect, care, and emotional safety. I am not being unreasonable for wanting to be seen, heard, and supported — especially by my husband.

In a healthy marriage, we are supposed to be partners, not someone’s scapegoat or domestic helper. I shouldn’t have to constantly earn my right to exist in my own home. And the constant pressure to justify my emotions, the emotional manipulation, the guilt — it’s draining and unfair.

All I’ve been asking is:

For my husband to see the reality and stop being blinded by guilt or obligation to his mother.

For him to help set boundaries with someone who refuses to respect them.

For me to be treated with the same basic decency I give to everyone else.

If he can’t step in and support me when I’m being mistreated, then we are not functioning as a team. And that’s something that needs to be addressed — honestly, directly, and without brushing it under the rug.

Sometimes, the strongest thing you can do is stop trying to please people who benefit from you staying small. I’m tired of shrinking myself to keep the peace. I deserve a life where I feel safe and respected — not one where I’m constantly trying to survive.

[cloudycheer]

When the Clouds Feel Heaviest

Hello, friend. It’s me—Cloudy Cheer.

Today’s not an easy day. I wanted to share something real, something that doesn’t come with sunshine or rainbows. Sometimes, even someone like me—someone who tries so hard to find the bright side—feels like the clouds are just too heavy to lift.

There’s a big test tomorrow. A biopsy. And while I’m not scared of the results, I am scared of the unknown. The procedure. The pain. It’s hard not knowing what’s coming. It’s even harder when you’re already feeling like you don’t matter much to the world around you.

Lately, I’ve felt like I’m floating without direction. Like all the dreams I once had have slipped through my paws. Every little project I started—hoping it would spark joy or meaning—fizzled out. Nothing has taken off. And love? I’ve never found it. Not even once, and I’m 47 years old.

Some days, I wonder what I’m still here for.

But here’s the thing: I am still here. And if you’re reading this, so are you. We might be surrounded by stormclouds, but even the darkest skies can break. Rainbows still happen. And sometimes, the smallest acts of kindness—a shared story, a listening friend—can remind us that we’re not alone in the gloom.

I may not know the answers yet, but I’ll face tomorrow anyway. Because maybe, just maybe, the sun’s still waiting behind the clouds.

With a heart full of both doubt and hope,

—Cloudy Cheer 🌧🌈

[lilu84]

🎁It can get confusing a bit when gaining understanding of where we may have fallen into the trapped idea that we should feel one emotion at a time.

You ever have the mood, that if one bad things goes wrong 😑 then the whole day goes bad? I used to set myself up for failure with this kind of attitude while unconscious of the good.

🌻Some days can be/get worse than others to invalidate pain or sadness is not my goal to share. But being able to feel two or more opposing emotions at once is a very real thing to experience.

🧬Emotions aren’t to be judged they can/meant to be felt and allowed to pass. Emotions don’t just go away because we avoid or bury them.

🌺Overtime emotions can build up to guilt, resentment, shame etc if not handled like a fragile package with care like 📦 we would take time to ship off to another; are we handling ourselves in the same way with grace, self-compassion, patience etc?

🪻Will it may whatever environment you exist in allows space for your growth and not despair, learning how to go about expressing challenging emotions is a daily practice.

Affirm: I am allowed to observe my emotions, not judging 🌻🌷🌺.