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dekariosclan · 6 months
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Astarion lovers: I love him so much, I just want to give him a hug and let him feel my love
Lae’zel enjoyers: I love her so much, I just want to give her a hug and let her feel my love
Galemancers: I love him so much, I would do things to this man that are an affront to God. I would bring him to a crest of ecstasy so profound he would briefly see through time. I would throat-punch a Goddess for him
Halsin romancers: I love him so much, I just want to give him a hug and let him feel my love
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dyaddu · 7 months
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When you get a Kudos email for one of your fics & you gotta click back to A03 to remember which fic it is 🙈
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That scar, tho....
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eaterofpi · 3 months
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You can kinda tell that I queue everything... Except for when I reblog art to @piartarchive
That's when you can tell I am online!!
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edsbug · 3 months
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bl33ditout · 6 months
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i kind of think nobody really likes me, they just pretend to and honestly i don't fault them
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xerospaced · 6 months
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So... maybe it's time to address the elephant in the room
My low self esteem.
My confidence was stripped away in every aspect and I have yet to regain it
Between my lack of productivity and nothing to show for myself
The requirements of others that I am so far from meeting
And my ma's consistent negative perception of me and energy toward me
I feel... completely worthless and devoid of value.
And ofc I tell myself otherwise and such.
And I do mantras and affirmations
And I look for the good in myself
But
I dunno
I cant see one shred of evidence to support the concept that I'm worth something
There is one exception. I'm useful.
I'm incredibly useful.
Call me and I'm there.
Make a request and I'll fulfil it.
Ask something of me. Even if I find it difficult. I'll see to it that it gets done.
For those I care about.
I am available. I am the person you turn to. I am the voice of reason. The source of sound advice. I am a positive energy. A calming presence. A bringer of peace. And the person who encourages you to honour yourself above all else.
I am very useful.
I am a tool.
Literally
But when it's just me. Not fulfilling some use just... existing
I'm taking up space.
A drain on resources.
A useless entity waiting to be put to use.
I don't see myself anymore.
I'm so familiar with depression and anxiety and self hate. And I've come so far from that.
I'd made it to joy and love and appreciation!
But so accustomed to the darkness that being in this space...
I didn't notice that it's actually... Not good.
I'd have the odd self criticising thought and then I would correct it and go about my day
And ive felt lacklustre. And I've had very little pride. And more and more I find myself wanting to avoid talking about me.
But im not depressed. And I don't hate myself and I AM correcting those thoughts. And my comments on myself do always end on a positive note.
A forced positive?
An empty one?
A shell of the thing I am telling myself. The thing I used to be but no longer am.
I do not feel good about myself.
And being that I'm not treating myself poorly. And that I'm am still approaching myself with kindness and patience. I've been ignorant to the fact that I don't feel good about myself. I don't see any significant good in myself.
By which I mean, yes, I see and acknowledge the good. But it's minimal. Its nothing compared to what I'm not. What I'm lacking. What I'm supposed to be. What I'm capable of.
I'm basically just a "nice" person. With some good words.
I have a kind heart sure sure
But what of it?
What makes me meaningful?
What am I really but a fleeting fancy? Enjoyment for the moment?
Because when I really look at me. When anyone looks at me. There's just not much to see.
I endured far more critical damage than I had realised
I've been impacted far more deeply than I'd considered up til now.
I knew I'd been wounded deeply but I thought I was in tact.
I'm not
I feel like a wound. Barely bandaged. Oozing. Never quite healing.
And completely unattended.
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johnnyutah · 8 months
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going on a 5 day vacation. would 60 pairs of earrings be too many
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bakerstreethound · 1 year
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Just a sad kinda night...
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mmm i just had a bottle of some russian vodka happy chrisler everybody
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carbontoby · 11 months
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so this is the tumblr i've been hearing so much about
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chemicalcarousel · 1 year
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One of the more embarrassing things is going back through our mental health blog and seeing us years ago saying that the symptoms we had definitely weren't did like girl you have people in your head don't just brush it off lmfao
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lady-lauren · 1 year
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I truly don’t know how many chapters this fanfic is going to be and that scares me
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aphelea · 2 years
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i feel like the only real difference between the black swan and the neverseen is the motivations of their leaders
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ladyramora · 2 years
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if the character I want to know romantically (and carnally) is byakko, am I still valid or bordering on weirdo here
Still valid, but you might be edging into furry territory there. (To be fair, Ram would also smash, so you can be furries together)
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faeriekit · 7 months
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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick
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