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Heartbreak Without Saying "She Was Heartbroken"

You don’t need to say “She was heartbroken.” Show me the way she stares at her phone, rereading the last message but never typing back. The way she walks past his favorite coffee shop and doesn’t even glance inside. The way she reaches for his hand in a dream and wakes up with empty fingers.

Heartbreak isn’t loud. It’s quiet. It’s the untouched dinner. The playlist she skips. The way she says “I’m happy for you” and smiles like it doesn’t hurt.

Make your readers feel the ache between the lines.

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..yeeeehhssss....

“you’re a writer, can you explain your process?” yes. first, i panic. then i procrastinate. then, in a fit of productivity at 3 a.m., i create chaos.

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Every kiss burns like the sun, the blooming flower of desire aching to be plucked from the soul. The thorns dig in, lightning across my skin as his fingers trace paths through the valleys and plains.

They grip against the tattoo in the spot he loves most; the reason I got it, if I'm honest. A painful act, but ever so satisfying to watch his gaze soften when he saw and traced it for the first time. The roughness of his hands had never felt softer.

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I saw a comment from a few years ago you made on a post about how a happiness has come to you that you never thought you could know. It made me choke up - I hope it kept coming and coming. I hope your life is beautiful.

Greetings wonderful person,

I am currently writing this through misty eyes and a heartfelt grin. I am so grateful for your message. It really means a lot to me. I only come on here once in a while to spill my heart out when the time feels right, and I'm so touched that the comment I happened to make a few years ago made such an impact.

You'll be glad to know that the happiness that has been gifted to me has only continued to grow. There's been some ups and downs as with anything, but I wouldn't trade any of them. The man that has bestowed upon me 'the happiness I never thought I could know' is so amazing, I am in awe every time I have the chance to message him or see him in person.

I made a joke yesterday that his mission in the future was going to be to see how much he could make me blush. His response was, "My mission is to make you feel loved like you’ve never known and what true happiness really means. You are my everything, and I love you so much."

If I were to be told 3 years ago that I would meet the love of my life and be happier than I could ever fathom, I'd have called them crazy and that I didn't believe in true love, it was a spinster's life ahead. Joke's on me.

I found a broken man who had all but given up completely, and I saw myself. It scared and intrigued me enough to stick around. Then, we both began to heal just by talking and realizing how much we have in common (it's like looking in the mirror, a bit creepy at times with the amount there is). We have stuck by one another during the dark days and celebrate when the storms pass.

He recently told me that I helped him find his center again - little does he know that he saved me. I still haven't told him that he saved me from myself. Every time I try to, the words get stuck in my throat, and it never feels like the right time. I have a sense that he knows to some degree, but my soul feels at home when I'm in his presence, and all of my troubles fade away like music on deaf ears.

One day I'll tell him, but for now, I'm more than content with the cheesy grin I always get when he texts and the feeling of our foreheads pressed together as we simply bask in one another's presence.

And you'll be glad to know that we are already planning our forever home. He has children already, and they are such sweethearts, I am so honored that he has given me the chance to meet them and get to know who they are as people. I always loved the idea of having children of my own blood, but alas, it isn't something that I will ever have the privilege of knowing. He's made mention of various things regarding my potential relationship with his children, and I cry every time that he trusts and loves me enough to even utter the words.

Besides that, he is my biggest supporter and advisor, and he makes me feel like an actual person instead of another cog in the machine called Life. Because of him, I wake up every morning excited to be here and grateful that I get to see the sun shine. I am truly happier than I ever thought I could know, and it's only just begun.

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FYI I just came across a thread on twitter which says that an author shared on google docs an explicit story with a friend for beta reading and google removed the file due to violation of TOS (apparently it has been updated where you are not allowed to share anything with sexual content). Not sure if it’s just this instance or if it’s going to become a widespread thing but if you guys write in google docs MAKE BACK UPS!!

(Instagram link to the screenshots)

Edit: also wanted to add that it seems that Microsoft word has the same language in their TOS so onedrive is not a safe alternative!

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The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

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attention all writers! tumblr is rolling out a new feature that allows our work to be used in ai training processes!

be sure to opt out of this in your visibility settings immediately! and remember, you have to opt out for each blog, not just your main!

go to your blogs’ settings (again, you have to do these steps for each blog, not just your main blog)

scroll until you see “visibility” and choose that

in your visibility settings, choose “prevent third-party sharing for (blog name)”

you may opted out already but we don’t take chances with ai around these parts *insert angry cowboy*

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I just need to take a load off of my chest right now.

Do you ever have those moments where someone makes a comment about something you are doing, and it makes you just deflate completely, but you can't react except go silent because then they'd be upset at you. It's like a stone is settled in your chest and slowly eats away at your nerves from the inside, dulling your senses until you break down and cry.

I hate it.

I'm a grown-ass woman; I shouldn't be made to feel that way. I shouldn't be made to feel like a child again who's getting scolded for being human.

But then again, I shouldn't be surprised that it was because of my own mother.... yet again.

I'm so tired of it. I'm tired of expecting that too - tired of being used to it. I'm working on the talking, though. I just got excited because it's a show I have in common with someone besides myself.

For context, I was talking during gaps in a show or pausing to add to something from a previous episode; it was something interesting to both my father and I, so I did so. After my last remark, my mother stated that I talked a lot. I only said something 3 times very briefly.

Yes, I still live with my parents; I'm currently attending online university and have too many medical problems to live on my own, work, pay bills, and go to school. My boyfriend and I have plans to have a house together after I graduate and can get a start in my career so help provide.

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He told me that he doesn't buy flowers for his girl. It just isn't a thing he does. He thinks it silly.

I couldn't be happier. I like the IDEA of flowers in a vase, but they wilt so quickly and are an unnecessary expense in the long run.

He informed me that he would plant any and all flowers that I want when we get a house. Good, because I want a garden of roses and the likes. I want a garden of plentifulness and where I can see all the flowers I want of all varieties.

He told me that he doesn't like Valentine's Day and thinks it silly. Overpriced chocolate and gaudy gifts.

I couldn't help but grin because I always thought that too.

He said it was because he didn't see the point of showering love on someone when you're supposed to do so every day. I have never met another that shared my thoughts on that.

He told me that he finds frilly things unnecessary and irritating. I'm glad because those things irritate me too.

He let's me borrow his shirts instead. I can't help but giggle because that's what I wanted.

He told me that he doesn't really like it when his woman wears makeup but would respect it if I did. I had to ask him through a ton of laughter of when he had ever seen me wear makeup. He flustered and said never. (("Like" is the only way we can both describe it, don't come for him. It's more of the hassle and expense we don't like))

He asked me if I ever would. I told him no and said I would text him the face wash I use as my "makeup routine". I had tears streaming down my face due to the laughter. ((Neutrogena Facial Cleansing Bar btw.))

He told me that he wasn't going to give me a big diamond ring. They were too expensive and more prone to breaking if not made correctly. We had never talked about rings in depth. His statement was shocking then.

I have never liked big diamond rings. They may be pretty, but I think they'd be far too gaudy on my working hands.

He doesn't like lots of bling. I don't either. I about cried when he gave me a ring made out of brass the same size as my silver ring as a Promise. The brass was from ammo that he fired himself.

It is quite funny to me that he and I have so many of the same likes and dislikes that are usually hard to come by in another person. We don't like the norm and I couldn't be happier.

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When I saw the horizon during the sunset and it opened only into the darkness, the stars I saw are from the warmth of your touch and the sparkle in your eyes. The sunset behind me is every heartbeat and the wind in my hair is your breath.

Home is a nondescript place, for it is only in your arms where I feel that I belong. Give me a house and I shall cook the meals and stoke the fire, give me your love and I shall treasure it to the ends of the universe.

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