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Retour affectif en Suisse : Les solutions du marabout Badou à portée de main pour ramener votre Mari ou femme

Avoir des problèmes relationnels peut être une expérience difficile et déchirante. Si vous êtes actuellement confronté à la séparation d’avec votre mari ou votre femme en Suisse, vous pouvez vous sentir perdu et désespéré. Cependant, il existe des solutions disponibles pour vous aider à ramener votre partenaire et à restaurer l’harmonie dans votre relation. Dans cet article, nous explorerons les…

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Jeter un sort d'amour a un homme ; CANARIS SECRET D'AMOUR - Comment récupérer mon ex dans les bras d'une autre, Rituel pour faire revenir son l'être aimé.

Jeter un sort d'amour a un homme ; CANARIS SECRET D'AMOUR - Comment récupérer mon ex dans les bras d'une autre, Rituel pour faire revenir son l'être aimé.

Jeter un sort d’amour a un homme ; CANARIS SECRET D’AMOUR – Comment récupérer mon ex dans les bras d’une autre, Rituel pour faire revenir son l’être aimé. CANARIS SECRET D’AMOUR et le rituel pour faire revenir son l’être aimé. Sa Aimer et se sentir aimé est merveilleux et on donnerait tout pour cela. Pour garder l’être aimé ou le faire revenir son être aimé, on serait également prêt à tout.…

[lxclerc]

𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 — 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

summary... wherein old photos of you and charles resurface and goes viral, forcing you and the man whose heart you broke to cross paths once again request… no faceclaim... christina nadin pairing… charles leclerc x reader warning… none so far

note... this is going to be part of a series that includes both one shots and smau but can be read as a stand alone

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charleslec

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charleslec fans found an old instagram account allegedly belonging to charles from (what we believe to be) ages 12 - 20. the account is filled of personal pictures consisting of his supposed ex girlfriend, y/n y/l/n with sweet captions. y/n is a well known motorsport podcaster from monaco.

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username EXCUSE ME?

username this was not in my 2023 bingo card 😭

username you mean to tell me my girl yn dated shARL

username the way that this is probably why she’s had practically the entire grid as guests in her podcast apart from charles

username this is such an invasion of their privacy though like clearly they both didnt want this to be dug up

⤷ username i mean if they didn’t want anyone to see, they should have deleted the account or at the very least put it on private

username okay but these pictures are so 🥹

username i always thought it was weird the way charles and yn never interacted despite both being from monaco and involved the racing world

charles_lec7

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charles_lec7 Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour. il y a 16 ans, tu es venu au monde et c'est la meilleure chose qui me soit arrivée. je suis toujours là pour t'écouter parler de n'importe quoi pendant des heures en attendant le coucher du soleil, malgré la plainte d'enzo qui ne veut pas nous conduire 🤣🤣

(happy birthday, my love. 16 years ago, you came into this world and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. i’m always here to listen to you talk about whatever for hours while waiting for sunset despite enzo’s complaint against driving us.)

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yourusername Merci beaucoup, mon ange. Je suis tellement reconnaissante d'avoir passé un autre anniversaire avec toi. Je t'aime plus que les mots ❤️❤️ (thank you so much, my angel. i am so grateful to have spent another birthday with you. i love you more than words.)

⤷ charles_lec7 J'ai hâte de vous souhaiter un joyeux anniversaire 70 fois de plus. (looking forward to greeting you happy birthday 70 more times.)

⤷ username he was going to greet her 70 more happy birthdays because he thought they’d spend the rest of their life together 😭😭

⤷ username i only learned about them today but i am a child of divorce and they are my parents

jules_bianchi Joyeux anniversaire, yn!! Je suis toujours là pour veiller sur toi et Charles quand vous avez besoin de moi. (happy birthday, yn!! i’m always here looking out for you and charles whenever you need me.)

⤷ yourusername merci, jules ❤️ nous t'encourageons toujours (thank you, jules. we’re always rooting for you.)

⤷ username oh my god 🥲🥲🥲

username i ran as fast as i could as soon as i saw the posts and oh my god it’s true 😭

username they’ve 😭😭 been 😭 together 😭😭 since 😭😭 they 😭😭 were 16 😭😭

⤷ username if you scroll even further down, he first greeted her on her 13th birthday where he called her the prettiest girl 🥲

⤷ username i’m about to stab myself

username y’all ever thought that the reason why he probably wanted number 7 is because her birthday is july 7 which is 7/7

⤷ username STOP IT RN

⤷ username his username has 7 in it bc it’s her birthday 🥲

⤷ username someone fucking sedate me

charles_lec7

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charles_lec7 entrer en 2016 avec la même fille qu'en 2010. mon amour, je te tiendrai la main pour toujours ❤️❤️ (entering 2017 with the same girl from 2010. my love, i’ll hold your hand forever.)

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arthur_leclerc vous êtes tous les deux si ennuyeux 🙄🙄 (you’re both so annoying)

⤷ yourusername arrêtez d'être jaloux (stop being jealous)

lorenzotl Bonne année à vous deux! (happy new year to the both of you!)

⤷ yourusername je t'aime, enzo

yourusername Tu ne m'as pas demandé de sortir avec toi avant 2012 🤔🤔 (you didn’t ask me on a date till 2012 though)

⤷ charles_lec7 Je t'aime depuis bien plus longtemps que tu ne le penses (i love you far longer than you’ve known)

⤷ joris_trouche Malheureusement, je peux le confirmer en tant que personne qui a dû tout écouter. (unfortunately i can confirm this as someone who had to listen to everything)

⤷ yourusername ❤️❤️

yourusername and to many more years to come. Je t'aimerai pour le reste de ma vie (i’ll love you for the rest of my life)

⤷ charles_lec7 as long as i’m with you

username no because they legitimately seem so in love????? like from their words and not just the pictures

⤷ username there’s no way you’re going to tell me that a man who said “i’ve loved you far longer than you’ve known” and a girl who said “i’ll love you for the rest of my life” are no longer in love

username scrolling through this account is like watching their relationship unfold and mature before my eyes

username there’s no way you can tell me that two people so in love, looking forward to the future they plan to have together can just fall out of love and be complete strangers a few years later

⤷ username right!!!! because what do you mean love like this can exist and somehow just fade? what’s the point of love then??????

username the rest of us really be having an existential crisis because of a relationship that ended 6 years ago 😭

charles_lec7

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charles_lec7 10 years from now, i hope it’s still you by my side

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yourusername félicitations, f2 world champion 🎉🥳 (congratulations)

⤷ charles_lec7 Merci, mon amour, je t'aime tellement. (thank you, my love. i love you so much.)

⤷ yourusername 💕

⤷ username i think this is the end guys 😔

⤷ username her energy is so different here. she literally sounds more like a friend greeting a friend rather than a girlfriend of 6 years by this point

username how did we go from “looking forward to greet you 70 more times) bc they were so sure they’d grow old together to “10 years from now, i hope it’s still you by my side” where he sounds so uncertain if they’re in each other’s futures???????

⤷ username no fuck that because how the fuck did we go from “i love you more than words” and “i’ll love you for the rest of my life” to a “💕” without even an i love you too???????????

username this is his last post of her 🥲🥲🥲

⤷ username she doesn’t even follow this account anymore

⤷ username he abandoned this account after they broke up 😭😭

username no bc he’s f2 champion here and they were still together but he entered formula 1 single??? what the hell happened

yourusername

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yourusername in another life

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lissiemackintosh gorgeous gorgeous girl

⤷ yourusername no you

madisonbeer 🔥🔥🔥

yourbestfriend un voyage dans le passé ? (a trip down memory lane?)

⤷ yourusername 😵😬

username no bc your love story had me tearing up and now i refresh my feed and see this?

username she wanted to remind charles what he lost 😭

username in another life!!! i would have been your girlllllll

username literally the one that got away

username i simply can’t accept that this is the end of their story like this can’t be it, right?

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[ohitsthemindstuffagain]

British Vogue presents ‘In The Dark Bag’ with Star of the Night the Vampire Lestat. The french vampire reveals his nightly essentials, as we try to take a look inside his handbag - with no success, since he would slap our hands every time we tried to touch it.

Well it's a bling-encrusted Mouawad 1001 Nights Diamonds Purse also well known as the most expensive handbag of the world. We wouldn't let anyone touch it too If It was ours. 

 ‘I hate when people take what isn't for them,’ says the star as he holds the little heart bag in his lap. He relents finally after some excruciating time when we practically beg on our knees for him to let us take a look. We are not embarrassed to confess that  we would do just anything for him, there's something that happens to you when you are in his nefarious presence, this will sound crazy but It was like we could hear his voice in our heads compelling us to give him everything. Well, he can take all he wants.

‘Fine’ he says at least ‘If we may’ and opens the little bag with such caring and hand trembling that we all hold our breath. ‘It's a pain. These little things that we carry with us every night.’ He starts throwing the objects of inside the bag on the table in front of him - the things fall on a slow-like dance in the air, like held by a magic spell. 

And so the items ARE all set on display to us. With precise moves he gets hold of a green and long cosmetic little pot. ‘I’m on a clean phase/not a thing to hide kind of moment. But I'm a huge fan of makeup, whatever… so the only cosmetic I'm going by these nights is this.”

We take a close look - closer as we dare. 'Its Jeffree Star’s gloss, from the Blood Money line. It has a pale kissed-by-the-moon effect that I appreciate, I guess.'

The next thing he holds is a little book leather bound - its so little you could cover it with your hand. Looks like a notepad but we couldn't take a pic of It. ‘Here I take some notes, write songs and also travel in time to, you know, remember why my heart is still beating.’ He opens the little book on an aleatory page. He makes a face and smiles. ‘Oh, it's a sonnet. Not mine unfortunately. It belongs to Vinicius de Moraes, a brazilian writer - his blood tasted like salt water huh.’

He reads the sonnet, of course, in a song toned voice, to our complete delight.

‘Sonnet of Separation Suddenly laughter was turned to sorrow Silent and white like the mist And mouths joined together were turned to foam And hands drove away what once they welcomed. Suddenly the calm was turned to wind That blew out the last flame in the eyes And passion was turned to foreboding And the frozen moment was turned to drama. Suddenly, no more than suddenly The lover was transformed in sadness And contentment into solitude. The close friend became a distant one Life became a wandering adventure Suddenly, no more than suddenly.’

There is red tears caressing his perfect face, we were devastated, the broken and consuming feeling grabbing us by the throat. And so he looks at the cam very seriously and closes the little book. ‘Well. Go buy a book.’

His hands start to move again and stop short over an old photograma. It's black and white. He takes some time to let us take a real look.

‘It's nothing. Just an old boyfriend. Ex husband. If you must.’ He says and we can see a black and slim man. Handsome and for the state of the photo probably deceased. He let us touch it and we can see there's something in the back,  a phrase in french. 

He takes it back. ‘As I said, it's nothing. In poor english it says ‘thank you, next’.' His cell phone rings, he takes it very annoyed. ‘Just a moment… oh, hello, mon amour…’ He covers the phone. ‘It's him.’ Looks at the cam again. ‘See it's really hard to get rid of the exs.’

He stands and walks out.  We waited for about an hour until he got back. When he does, he is in a better mood. Holds the photo again, shows It to the cam. ‘Here, take a close up. He looks like an angel, dont him? And I must be trustful, he is… How do you say it in english when you find the one, you know, for good?’ He asks looking far away, his expression dreamlike.

He sighs and sings ‘Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand. I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover… or whatever she said’

He kiss the pic. ‘We are meeting up tonight. So let's just wrap It?’

We nod. 

He takes hold of a little red ipod. ‘I don't go anywhere without music.’ 

And so he takes a wireless headphone that is purple and decorated with little bats. ‘It’s a gift from my lover. He… he likes to give me cute and beautiful things - now. How time makes us better huh. But I still like to give him in return... art, head pain and sex toys but the intention is always what really matters. And I love him deeply, artistically, in a dirty and painful way.’

The last thing is a pot of lube, which is still sealed in the package. ‘Whats this… it's not mine. Oh…’ He take a close look. 'It's white wine flavored. Humm…’ He put the things back in the bag, his moves very more fluid. ‘As I said, he likes to give me things.’ He hold the bag close to his chest looking very emotive, fragile, pained and happy all at the same time. ‘Beautiful and expensive things. Nice things, silly things. We… have been separated for almost eighty years. I guess he owes me this. But it feels nice to be cared for and all this nonsense.’

And so hes gone, disappearing before our eyes.

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Kylian Mbappé imagine where it’s your first time together as a couple. He just knows you’re the one and almost feels like he’s not good enough for you.

Kylian was very nervous as he sat across from you. It was your first time going out as a couple in public, and the number of paparazzi outside the restaurant wasn’t helping at all. He knew he was acting a bit weird, but he couldn’t get past the old insecurity that he wasn’t good enough for you.

Now, you might be wondering, dear readers, why does the daddiest of all football players feel insecure? Why does the man who won a World Cup at 18 years feel like he’s not good enough? Two words: Serena Blair. (Yeah, I know. I had the same thought. Totally sounds like a pornstar name.)

Now, I don’t want to get into too much about that stanky bitch. Let’s just say that nothing our golden boy did was ever enough. If he bought her a Dior bag, she wanted a Birkin. If he bought her a Cartier bracelet, she wanted a Graff necklace. And so it went, until Tata Fayza intervened and knocked some sense into her boy.

“Kyky, are you okay? You look a bit tense,” the gentle cadence of your voice managed to calm his racing heart. He gave you a shy smile, “Yes, mon amour. I’m fine. I just wanted to apologize to you about the paparazzi.”

"You don't need to apologize for that, babe. It's not like you called them on purpose to be up all in our faces," you replied, trying to calm your jittery boyfriend. Kylian and you met when you slammed into him while playing hide and seek with the children at the Premiers de Cordees association and spilled your vanilla cold brew all over his face and white t-shirt. It was all very dramatic, very much cliché, and of course, it was love at first sight. Sometimes you thought Kylian was a masochist with a very obvious humiliation kink.

The rest was history; you were constantly texting and snapping each other, going on dates incognito so you could stay in your little bubble a little longer. He was the most attentive boyfriend, always making sure that you were comfortable and had everything you needed, despite his busy schedule. He made you feel like a princess, and every day you fell just a little bit harder for this man with the dimpled smile.

Today was a big milestone in your relationship, as you were finally going public with it. For most people, four months probably was too early, but for Kylian Mbappé, who always knew what he wanted, it was nothing. So here you both sat at this fancy restaurant in the middle of Madrid, and your boyfriend was acting as if he was about to be guillotined for starving the French people.

Seeing him so unsure was a rare sight, but you knew why he was so on edge. He told you about his ex one night after he almost had a mental breakdown gifting you the complete set of the MinaLima Edition Harry Potter books. You were in tears because you loved it and he thought you hated it.

"Kylian, what's wrong? You've been acting really off the whole night." Concern laced your voice as you reached for your boyfriend's hand, rubbing circles on the back in an attempt to soothe his anxiety.

"I-I-I'm just really anxious, bébé." he said, his voice strained as he licked his dry lips. Your heart broke seeing your boyfriend like this. I swear to God when I see that bitch it's on sight.

"Why are you anxious, mon coeur?" you inquired softly, your gaze filled with concern as you reached out to touch Kylian's hand.

His eyes flickered with uncertainty, his voice tinged with insecurity as he responded, "I feel like I'm not good enough for you, and you're going to realize that one day and leave me."

"Kylian! Are you out of your mind?" you exclaimed, your tone a mixture of surprise and reassurance. "That's never going to happen. I love you so much, baby. How could you ever think that?"

A heavy sigh escaped Kylian's lips as he continued, his words weighted with the burden of his fame, "Look at my life! I can't even go to a restaurant without being followed by cameras. Every move I make needs to be planned in advance. I can't be spontaneous with you because everything is a security risk."

Your heart ached at his admission, understanding the weight he carried on his shoulders. "You wanna know something, Kyky?" you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity. "Even if you lived in a dingy apartment with fleas and rats, and the only thing we could afford for a date was soggy fries and mayo, I would still be with you because you're the most amazing man I've ever met. I've never felt like this for anyone and-"

"Not even Jungkook?" Kylian interjected, a playful glint in his eye despite his lingering worries.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Ok, woah. Calm down, let's not exaggerate," you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"Bébé!" Kylian exclaimed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'm messing with you, Ky," you grinned back at him. "But the point is, I love you for you and all the little things that you do for me. And nothing in this world is going to change that. So please, relax mon coeur and let's enjoy the night?"

"I love you too, mon amour," Kylian murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thanks for being there for me, and I'm sorry for-"

"If you don't stop apologizing, I'm going to flash my tits to the paps," you quipped, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Bébé, what the fuck?" Kylian sputtered, his big, dark brown eyes widening in a mix of shock and amusement.

"Exactly," you replied with a grin. "Now give me a kiss."

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A/N: Okay, so maybe I got a tad carried away with this fic, not gonna lie 😅 But hey, I hope you enjoyed it, my lovely anon, because I had an absolute blast writing it.

[lerefugedeluza]

Ce week-end ma meilleure amie était là et on a beaucoup parlé. Notamment de nos amours de jeunesse, et comme on se connaît depuis le collège, on peut remonter loin dans nos souvenirs communs et c’était plutôt amusant de se remémorer tout un tas d’anecdotes abracadabrantes.

Enfin bref, à un moment on a fini par parler d’un garçon que j’avais aimé très fort et qui était très doux avec moi (même si on avait jamais été vraiment en couple) quand j’étais en licence, et elle ne se souvenait plus d’à quoi il ressemblait alors, telles les vieilles que nous sommes, on a simplement tapé son nom sur Google.

Et on a découvert qu’il vivait dans la même ville que moi actuellement. Et je ne sais pas si c’est malsain ou si mon cerveau fait des trucs bizarres sachant que je suis quand même en procédure de divorce, mais me dire qu’on vit probablement à moins de 20 kilomètres l’un de l’autre et qu’on peut potentiellement se recroiser au hasard d’une rue, ça me remplie d’une joie candide assez impressionnante.

Je ne sais pas trop si c’est normal ce genre de comportements, mais mon ex mari est parti « en voyage pour penser » et me retrouver seule avec mes créations et mes souvenirs de lointaines tendresses me fait beaucoup de bien.

[maraboutbadou]

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Vous êtes amoureux de quelqu’un et ce n’est pas réciproque, vous ressentez des sentiments forts pour quelqu’un alors que ce dernier ne ressent rien en retour pour vous ou ne vous aime plus vous avez vécu des moments fascinants et forts avec votre compagne qui du jour au lendemain vous annonce qu’il ne vous aimes plus vous avez vécu des années de vie de couple avec votre conjoint qui commence a ne…

[skzoombie]

"So you don't want no heat with me, Jolene"

-Mon amour, onde estava? - escutou o marido questionar enquanto entrava pela porta do apartamento.

Swann estava com um sorriso no rosto quando virou para você, mas repentinamente fechou a expressão quando viu o seu estado em frente a ele.

-O que aconteceu? - ele apagou o cigarro rápido e levantou da cadeira que estava próxima da janela.

Tentou se aproximar de você mas foi impedido por sua mão erguendo para bloquear o caminho até próximo. Caminhou para longe do homem e foi até a cozinha, pegou uma taça no armário e encheu de vinho com a garrafa que estava em cima da mesa de mármore.

-Sabe o que eu acho engraçado? - perguntou de forma retrógrada - Para ser a futura mãe dos seus filhos, eu sirvo.

O homem fechou os olhos quando percebeu onde a conversa chegaria, suspirou alto e começou a procurar o celular no bolso da calça.

-Cogite ligar para alguém e a coisa vai piorar para o seu lado também - ameaçou, tomou um gole do líquido e pousou a taça em cima da mesa.

Caminhou para perto do marido e parou na frente dele, deixou alguns fios do cabelo sujo cair no rosto. Sentiu o gosto de metal, passou a língua no canto da boca e deixou arder levemente no machucado.

-S/n, você precisa de um médico - ele falou levando a mão nos machucados do rosto e sujando a mão com um pouco de sangue quando passou nos cabelos também.

Você fechou os olhos quando sentiu o contato físico, puxou o ar com força e levou o rosto no peito dele, sujando todo o moletom cinza e algumas partes do pescoço e queixo do homem.

-O que você fez com ela? - Swann perguntou acariciando o cabelo da esposa.

-Vivíssima, pode ficar tranquilo - sentiu ele acalmando a respiração através do rosto deitado no peito - Vai comer de canudinho por um certo tempo.

-Meu Deus, precisa parar com isso - o tom de voz do homem engrossou e você afastou o rosto observando sério a reação dele.

-Eu preciso parar? Quem sabe você aprende a não ser tão provocativo e cafajeste - rebateu ríspida e ele baixou a cabeça reprovando com um movimento a fala.

Se afastou do marido e foi tirando a roupa suja, amaçada e com cheiro e gosto de metal.

-Você é tão responsável por tudo isso, quanto eu - continuou a desabafar - Comentei inúmeras vezes o quanto estava desconfortável com aproximação dela, mas você seguiu negando a situação, até o momento que deixou escapar a bendita festa de calouros.

Permaneceu apenas de lingerie na frente dele e cruzou os braços em baixo dos peitos naturalmente fartos, dei uns passos próximo novamente e apertou um dos dedos no peito dele.

-Deixei toda a minha vida para trás, larguei faculdade, me afastei da família e desfiz amizades, para viver inteiramente ao lado de um homem duas vezes mais velho que eu. Você não vai fazer comigo o que fez com sua ex mulher, ficou traindo ela com uma aluna da universidade - você virou o dedo para si mesma relembrando quem era a amante.

-Pare de criar teorias na sua cabeça - ele permaneceu em um tom calmo e desviando o assunto da ex mulher.

Swann tinha esse costume de nunca elevar o tom de voz, ele comentava sobre ter respeito com as mulheres mas sabia muito bem que tudo era milimetricamente calculado, tudo para você parecer a louca da situação. Então decidiu agir como a louca que ele achava que era.

-Espero estar criando teorias mesmo, porque você sabe muito bem do que sou capaz - ameaçou apenas com o olhar - Nunca escondi minha verdadeira personalidade, não tente me provocar novamente.

-Pare de ser tão insegura, nunca vou te deixar - o marido falou se aproximando e levando os dedos para os seus cabelos puxando para trás.

Com o pescoço esticado e a boca entre aberta, você percebeu a atração do homem pela situação, ele gostava de sentir que ainda tenha um leve poder sobre suas decisões, e como podia definir seu humor apenas com algumas ações.

-É precaução, mon amour - respondeu em francês - Não perdi quase dez anos da minha juventude pra jogar tudo fora tão facilmente.

Ele soltou umar pelo nariz e concordou com a cabeça. Puxou rosto para perto e tocou seus lábios, não beijou mas apenas provocou o desejo.

-Toma um banho e depois comemos uma coisa - ele orientou e você apenas riu.

-Você vai me dar um banho, querido - respondeu com um tom autoritário e óbvio.

Ele riu alto, levou uma mão para sua cintura e puxou seu corpo para colar no dele. Você gemeu baixo por uma dor fraca que sentiu na cintura com um apertão forte do marido.

-Com todo prazer.

[thesecrimsonstrings-if]

I can't tell which route will be the most angsty but I am eyeing Juliette/Celia because I've never came across any route like her before. We're gonna live our cottagecore farm life in the french countryside without her soon-to-be ex-husband bothering us

juliette tends to the flowers diligently, almost as if they’re her own children. the thought makes you smile and you remember her joking about how you’ve both become parents within a couple months of knowing each other. of course, you knew she was referring to her small garden filled with flowers of various kinds and the two stray kittens you rescued from the alleys of the sunday market. but you take your role as a ‘parent’ very seriously, and so does your beloved.

“what are you thinking of?” she asks with a smile as she walks towards you, your adopted kittens following after her.

“about how happy i am,“ you reply with earnestness, making juliette’s smile wider.

“and would you care to share what has got you so happy, mon rayon de lune?” she inquires playfully, sitting beside you on a spare chair.

you smile at her and shake your head. “you’d find it laughable, darling.”

“mon amour, i’d never laugh at your honesty.”

but still, you do nothing but merely gaze at her with love-filled eyes, and wordlessly she understands the reason for your happiness.

juliette’s kiss singes like hot amber, and the feeling is not unpleasant. it consumes you irrevocably and irreparably.

you want time to be frozen right now, right this instant where everything was perfect and she was warm and alive against you. you wish to be frozen with her for centuries on end.

the philosophers were wrong. the world began and ended with her.

[chifourmi]

On s'est vus et il m'a sorti que son premier amour lui revenait toujours en tête. C'était il y a 1 an et il n'arrive pas à passer à autre chose depuis. Parce que ça s'est terminé très brutalement. Je l'ai détesté immédiatement. Détesté d'avoir commencé quelque chose en ayant conscience de ça. Et lui qui a osé me dire qu'il avait peur de s'attacher alors que j'étais peut-être pas passée à autre chose avec mon plan cul.

Vous savez comme je fuis dès qu'une difficulté se présente. J'ai eu un sentiment de détachement immédiat et la sensation de vouloir tout arrêter tout de suite. Il me l'a dit parce qu'il sentait que je m'attachais et selon lui j'avais l'air de m'attacher plus vite que lui. Alors que c'est lui qui m'a déjà présenté sa famille et d'autres choses bien trop rapides à mon goût. Mais comme je le sentais s'attacher vite, j'ai laissé tomber mes barrières et je me suis laissée aller.

Actuellement, je sais que pour me protéger je serais capable de ne plus lui parler du jour au lendemain. Parce que j'en peux plus d'être blessée. J'ai été honnête et je le lui ai dit. Il n'était vraiment pas bien.

Je ne sais pas s'il a bien fait de me le dire. Je crois que cette vérité fait partie des vérités qu'il n'est pas nécessaire de dire. Évidemment que le premier amour est impossible à oublier mais tu ne commences pas une histoire si tu ressens encore tout à vif. Il a encore pensé à elle actuellement, c'est pour ça qu'il a eu besoin de me le dire. Je suis trop déçue et là vraiment je n'ai plus envie de garder contact.

"Tu retournerais vers elle si elle revenait vers toi?"

"... Je sais pas"

En plus il n'a vu son premier amour que 2-3 fois, ils se sont surtout rapprochés par messages. Mais ça a été très vite, ça a été ses premiers sentiments, ses premiers contacts physiques. Puis c'est un gars super sensible, qui ressent tout très fort et qui s'attache vite. Ça s'est fini parce qu'elle est partie pour revenir vers son ex, qui en plus de ça était un connard. Il est tombé de 10 étages. Ensuite, il est sorti avec une autre fille, qui a réussi à lui faire oublier la première. Mais après leur rupture, il a repensé à la première. Il arrive à être objectif et à se dire qu'il l'a beaucoup idéalisé et mise sur un piédestal. Il en a conscience mais il ressent quand-même encore toute cette frustration de ne pas avoir pu vivre une vraie histoire. Parce qu'au final ça n'aura duré que 3-4 mois.

J'ai beau réfléchir, j'arrive pas à m'imaginer commencer quelque chose avec quelqu'un qui a toujours une autre fille en tête. C'est inconcevable. Je lui ai dit qu'il devait prendre le temps de l'oublier. Il n'y a que le temps qui fera les choses. Mais ça n'a pas été ma décision finale, il m'a dit qu'il me laisserait le temps de digérer les infos et de réfléchir à ce que je veux faire. "En tout cas saches que si tu décides d'arrêter, ça aura été une belle histoire et je ne t'oublierai jamais".

Tout était trop beau pour être vrai.

(20/06/2024)

[e642]

Je suis un peu bourrée là. J'ai plus l'habitude. Ça va je me sens pas trop mal. Un verre d'eau entre chaque verre d'alcool, astuce sous cotée en vrai. Et j'me souviens qu'à chaque fois que j'étais bourrée avant -trop souvent- j'envoyais des messages coulant d'amour à mon ex. Genre c'était synonyme de déversoir à amour. Là, avec mon mec actuel, j'ai envie de lui envoyer un pavé de reproches. J'crois que je suis pas heureuse avec lui. Ni avec personne. Et c'est perforant quand je bois. Jme rends compte que la dinguerie quoi. Jsuis intelligente, belle, pleine de belles choses et il me ternit. J'essaie de faire des efforts mais jcrois c'est irratrapable. Ya des trucs qui grisent le cœur à jamais. J'suis fatiguée. Jsais pas comment faire en fait pour apaiser mon cœur. J'me convaincs que c'est carré mais non. En vrai non. Je sais pas comment ça s'appelle, autrement que le déni. Jsais pas en fait je suis déçue, je m'attendais à tellement mieux de la part d'un mec. C'est toujours si bas. Si à côté de la plaque. Je m'attendais à être aimée, à ma valeur et hauteur, à être presque récompensée d'être la personne que je suis. Je me sens pas brisée mais pas réparée pour autant. L'insuffisance des autres nourrit mon désespoir humanitaire et existentialiste. Quelle pauvreté.

[rayondelun3]

je viens de supprimer manuellement toutes les photos enregistrées dans mon google photos... c'est-à-dire des photos de ma meilleure amie, de mon chat, de messages et photos hyper douces du temps où mon ex m'aimait, de Léa, de Tamo, de Liam plus jeune, de moi, de tout un tas de choses que je ne retrouverai jamais... j'ai mal au cœur.

ça faisait un moment que je reportais ce grand nettoyage, maintenant c'est fait.

ce matin en me réveillant j'étais complètement perdue, je ne savais pas où j'étais.

cet après midi je vois mon infirmière à 16:00.

j'ai l'impression d'avoir perdue tellement de personnes que j'aimais et puis Bisou et Etoile.

ça me fait tellement mal.

je fais de mon mieux pour tourner la page.

une boule dans la gorge, j'essaie d'avancer sans rien qui me retienne de nouveau ; pas de boulet à la cheville, juste le cœur noirci et endolorie.

il faut que je retrouve tout cet amour, il faut que j'en face un amour neuf ; pourra naître une nouvelle Lisa, une version plus vraie.

il faut tout de même laisser le temps au deuil.

pourvu qu'il ne dure pas trop longtemps.

[bleucommemonstre]

10 août 2024

Et l’autre jour je me suis encore faite draguer par un type lambda chelou et ça a été la goutte de trop. Malgré la super soirée et les rires de mes amis j’ai ressenti à nouveau la lourdeur de ma peau sur mon corps et je me suis mise à étouffer dans la fête. En rentrant sur la route après avoir dit au revoir à mes copains, mon masque n’a pas tenu et j’ai fondu en larmes, et le pire c’est que je ne savais même pas trop pourquoi. En arrivant à la coloc j’avais tellement pleurer que tout mon maquillage avait coulé sur mes joues alors je suis allée toquer à la porte de H, un de mes colocs, et sans rien lui dire j’ai fondu en larmes à nouveau dans ses bras. C’était beau de sa part car après m’avoir demandé une fois ce qui allait pas et avoir vu que je répondais pas il a pas insisté et m’a serrée plus fort. Plus tard cette nuit là je suis retournée me caler dans ses bras, toujours sans un mot. Le lendemain quand je l’ai croisé dans la cuisine on a tous les deux fait comme si rien ne s’était passé, mais je sais qu’il y pense, je le vois à sa manière de me regarder avec pitié et incompréhension. Bref cette nuit là j’ai envoyé un mail (sûrement la seule app où il y’a une chance pour qu’il ne m’ait pas bloquée) à mon ex M, un truc que j’ai vite regretté une fois sobre qui se terminais par « j’espère que ça va M, sincèrement. J’aimerais te voir heureux un jour, même de loin. » Au passage j’ai vu que son adresse était toujours dans mes vip mais je me suis pas résolue pour autant à l’enlever. J’ai vaguement dit à mes amis proches ce qu’il se passait et j’ai reçue des mots doux, le lendemain je suis partie visiter Albi avec des copains et E m’a surprise en anticipant ma gueule de bois/ le fait que j’avais pas le moral avec des kinder Bueno et une bouteille d’eau. J’aime mes amis. J’apprends aussi à aimer mon hypersensibilité dont il me faisait me sentir coupable, tout comme ma mère ou mes anciens amis toxiques. J’ai pas choisi de ressentir tout aussi fort mais au moins j’aime d’un amour unique et intense. Je ne vais pas m’excuser d’avoir un grand coeur, comme ça je fais de la place pour tout le monde (j’aurais besoin d’un videur d’ailleurs), de cette manière je donne un petit bout de moi dans chacune de mes relations et je trouve ça beau. Y’a plein de choses que je trouve belles en fait. 

Ps: je recherche un videur de cœur du coup, si intéressé je paie en larmes. 

[empiredesimparte]

Charlotte: Laura and Joachim must have started your jog in the forest Napoléon V: It doesn't matter. I'll catch up with them Charlotte: You are very presumptuous Sire

Napoléon V: It's the fable of the hare and the tortoise. Besides, Joachim seemed interested in Laura Charlotte: Really? Napoléon V: He told me so, one evening. I'm not sure where they stand with each other Charlotte: I would never have suspected it

Napoléon V: You're not wearing a ring today? Charlotte: No Napoléon V: I'll give you one then

Charlotte: Oh Louis, thank you Napoléon V: Do you have a favourite gem? Charlotte: Emerald

Napoléon V: I'll order it later Charlotte: I'm blessed

Charlotte: I hope your family likes me Napoléon V: Of course they like you. We have known each other all our lives. My parents would not have allowed me to be with you if you or your family were in trouble

Charlotte: That puts my mind at rest Napoléon V: And your parents? What do they think of me? Charlotte: They are delighted. Thank you for trusting my father, for the Council of State Napoléon V: You're welcome, my flame. He is a loyal, thoughtful man, and an ex-military man, he has all my admiration

Charlotte: Louis… After your coronation, we won't have time for each other, not like now Napoléon V: That's true…

Charlotte: Promise me to devote to me the little free time you will have Napoléon V: I promise, of course. How could it be otherwise?

Charlotte: I suspect that you will want to sail away from Paris to pass the Naval School, if you are not busy with your duties in the capital Napoléon V: I will find a way for you to sail with me Charlotte: I don't believe you for a second, you have to take your diplomas seriously

Napoléon V: I'm serious. And you are the one who wants to wait until I graduate to make our relationship official Charlotte: Every woman of my rank has this expectation, Louis Napoléon V: I understand. Being Emperor is not enough, it seems

Charlotte: You can thank me later, darling Napoléon V: I'll remember that

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Charlotte : Laura et Joachim doivent avoir commencé votre jogging en forêt Napoléon V : Ce n'est pas grave. Je les rattraperai Charlotte : Vous êtes bien présomptueux Sire

Napoléon V : C'est la fable du lièvre et de la tortue. Et puis, Joachim avait l'air intéressé par Laura Charlotte : Vraiment ? Napoléon V : Il me l'a dit, un soir. Je ne sais pas trop où ils en sont tout les deux Charlotte : Je ne l'aurais jamais soupçonné

Napoléon V : Tu ne portes pas de bague aujourd'hui ? Charlotte : Non, je m'adapte au protocole impérial Napoléon V : Je vais t'en offrir une alors

Charlotte : Oh Louis, merci Napoléon V : As-tu une pierre précieuse préférée ? Charlotte : L'émeraude

Napoléon V : Je passerai commande tout à l'heure Charlotte : Je suis choyée

Charlotte : J'espère que ta famille m'apprécie Napoléon V : Bien sûr qu'ils t'apprécient. Nous nous connaissons depuis toujours. Mes parents n'auraient pas permis que je te fréquente si toi ou ta famille étiez problématique

Charlotte : Me voilà rassurée Napoléon V : Et tes parents ? Que pensent-ils de moi ? Charlotte : Ils sont ravis. Merci d'avoir fait confiance à mon père, pour le Conseil d'Eta Napoléon V : De rien, mon amour. C'est un homme loyal, réfléchi, et un ancien militaire, il a toute mon admiration

Charlotte : Louis... Après ton couronnement, nous n'aurons plus de temps pour nous, pas comme maintenant Napoléon V : C'est vrai...

Charlotte : Promets-moi de me consacrer le peu de temps libre que tu auras Napoléon V : Je te le promets, bien sûr. Comment pourrait-il en être autrement ?

Charlotte : Je me doute que tu souhaiteras naviguer loin de Paris pour réussir l'Ecole Navale, si tu n'es pas occupé par tes devoirs à la capitale Napoléon V : Je trouverai un moyen pour que tu embarques avec moi Charlotte : Je ne te crois pas une seule seconde, tu dois passer sérieusement tes diplômes

Napoléon V : Je suis sérieux. Et c'est toi qui souhaites attendre que je sois diplômé pour officialiser notre relation Charlotte : Toute femme de mon rang a cette attente, Louis Napoléon V : Je comprends. Être Empereur ne suffit pas il semblerait

Charlotte : Tu me remercieras plus tard, chéri Napoléon V : Je m'en souviendrai

[skzoombie]

temas: desabafo, culpa e medo

sinopse: namorar o ex da sua melhor amiga estava te afogando em culpa, e vocês precisavam conversar sobre isso.

artista: charles leclerc

-Mon amour, não gostou da comida? - escutou a voz do homem sentado na sua frente, do outro lado da mesa.

-Gostei, só estou sem muita fome - respondeu enrolando a massa no garfo e colocando na boca um pouco.

-S/n - ele parou de comer e ficou observando você, como se estivesse aguardando algo.

Ele ergueu levemente as sobrancelhas, você suspirou e parou de comer também.

-Você ligou para ela ontem? - questionou baixo.

Charles franziu a testa, suspirou alto e passou a mão no rosto como se estivesse coçando toda a região.

-Óbvio que não - ele respondeu e você concordou com a cabeça.

-Eu mandei uma mensagem parabenizando, ela agradeceu e não falou mais nada - contou.

-Esperava o que? Ela ainda deve estar digerindo toda a situação - ele falou como se fosse óbvio atitude e bebeu gole do vinho que estava em uma taça.

-Por que parece que você não se importa? - você perguntou sentando com uma postura mais defensiva.

-Porque eu realmente não me importo - respondeu com frieza e cruzando os braços na mesa.

-Ás vezes você me assusta um pouco - disse piscando os olhos várias vezes.

-Por que eu supero meus antigos relacionamentos? Qual o seu problema? - questionou alterando o tom de voz.

-Medo, esse é o meu problema - respondeu direta - Se você superou um relacionamento de três anos em dois meses, como vai ser comigo então? Ela era minha melhor amiga, chorou no meu ombro com o término, Charles

O homem jogou a cabeça para trás como um movimento de frustração, respirou fundo e pegou a sua mão que estava em cima da mesa.

-S/n, você sabe muito bem que o relacionamento já estava ruim, foi inevitável o término, por que fica carregando essa culpa? - ele insistiu no motivo do seu sentimento.

-Você chegou a me desejar ainda quando namorava com ela? - perguntou com sinceridade.

-Não sei, acho que não - ele respondeu dando de ombros - E você?

-Não, jamais - negou com movimentos de cabeça.

-Então.. - ele disse com a intenção de aliviar a culpa.

Você concordou com a cabeça, soltou as mãos de ambos e levantou da mesa pegando os pratos para levar até a pia.

Charles negou com a cabeça e ficou observado seu escape instantâneo, finalizou de tomar o vinho que estava na taça e também levantou da cadeira.

Sentiu a aproximação do namorado por trás e percebeu quando ele movimentou os braços em volta da sua cintura. Charles cheirou seu pescoço e fez carinho na região onde estava com as mãos.

-Não queria parecer um babaca com o que disse antes, mas é que para mim tudo ficou para trás - falou baixo perto do seu ouvido - Só quero viver esse momento com você.

Você concordou com a cabeça, sorriu fraco e abraçou as braços que estavam na volta da cintura. Fechou os olhos quando sentiu ele deixando beijos no pescoço.

-Francês é a pior raça de homem - você falou fazendo o namorado parar os beijos e soltar uma gargalhada.

Virou o corpo na direção dele, suspirou baixo e fez um carinho no rosto do homem. Ficou observando os traços no rosto que era considerado o mais bonito da formula 1, concordou fraco com a cabeça e já imaginou os anos de terapia que precisaria depois que terminassem.

-Você vai pagar minha terapia pós o término - soltou para quebrar o clima e escutando novamente a risada dele.

-Mas você está pensando em terminar comigo? - perguntou erguendo a sobrancelha.

-O senhor já deve estar bem acostumado a saber que nada é para sempre - rebateu com olhar irônico.

-Por que você não se permite ser amada apenas uma vez? Essa ansiedade para o futuro vai te matar do coração - ele disse confuso.

-Eu sei, quer começar a pagar minha terapia agora? - ambos riram e se abraçaram instantaneamente.

-Promete se lembrar apenas dos bons momentos? - perguntou com o rosto no pescoço do namorado que abraçou mais forte seu corpo como resposta.

[outofsp8ce]

17/08/2024

4h07

Dans mes notes sur l'update post rupture avec L j'ai écris que j'avais fais une demande d'ajout sur son insta et qu'il l'avait refusé. Je crois que quitte à paraître pathétique et folle de faire ça après 3 mois je m'en fiche, si ça me permettais d'avancer alors ok et tant pis de passé pour une ex collante ou je ne sais quoi tant que ça pouvait m'aider pour faire vraiment le deuil alors ça m'allait. Il me fallait un réel rejet de sa part pour que j'arrête de stalk et que je n'en ressente plus l'envie, que j'arrête d'espérer. Me connaissant il me faudra encore un peu de temps et j'espère ne pas replonger dans le stalk mais je pense que ça ira. Je crois qu'en fait comme j'ai eu une dose d'affection et d'amour et que ça s'est terminé subitement, ça m'a fait une sensation de manque et je veux ressentir un amour et l'affection qui va avec à nouveau mais avec quelqu'un avec qui je serai amoureuse et ça n'arrivera pas de sitôt et ça me saoule parce que je suis en manque d'amour je crois et je me suis rattaché à la dernière personne à qui j'en ai donné et qui m'en a donné, alors je vais essayer de me donner cet amour moi même et de faire en sorte que ça me suffise mais ça va être dur.

J'écris ça sur le canapé de chez T et E, j'arrive pas à dormir, les moustiques me lâchent pas, y a des gens bourrés dans la rue qui parlent fort et qui chantent fort et j'ai fais couler quelques larmes. Quelques larmes en pensant au second rejet de L, de mon avenir, du fait que je me sente bloquée, ne sachant pas quoi faire.

Demain je suis sensée aller dans une villa et je pensais qu'on serait une dizaine mais on sera plutôt une cinquantaine et je pense pas en avoir vraiment envie alors je vais essayer d'esquiver ça.

Il est 4h30 et j'ai toujours pas envie de dormir. Je pense encore à mon avenir, qu'il faudrait que j'ai mon permis pour pouvoir être plus indépendante mais pas pour avoir un CDI. J'aimerai explorer la France et les autres pays. J'aimerai aussi avoir mon chez moi, seule mais pour ça faut que j'ai un CDI mais j'aimerai bien refaire une saison d'hiver aussi. Je suis bloquée comme un conne parce que j'ai peur comme une conne et je me trouve pas assez capable, je me sabote moi même et ça va provoquer ma chute, si elle n'a pas déjà commencée.

Ça fait une heure je tue des moustiques et y en à l'infini. Je vais pas beaucoup dormir.

Il est 5h32 et j'arrive toujours pas à dormir. Les moustiques continuent de me chasser, j'ai chaud,  je pense toujours aux même trucs d'y a une heure et je vais sûrement peut être pas dormir.

6h00, toujours pas le sommeil et mes pensées noires reviennent. Je me sens misérable ça y est.

7h00, toujours pas. Ça sera nuit blanche dû coup.

12h34, je suis partie de l'appart, les gars dormaient toujours mais j'ai prévenu T. J'ai dû dormir 1h à tout cassé.

Je suis sale, je pue la transpi et le tabac froid. hâte de rentrer et en même temps pas trop.

J'attends à l'arrêt de bus et y a un mec trop beau qui vient d'arriver, habillé trop classe, on dirait qu'il sort tout droit d'un kdrama et moi à côté je suis en gros sweat Nike, jean et baskets supplément cheveux gras, tête horribe et odeur de transpi. top.

et là je pense, sérieux je vais faire quoi de ma vie ?

Je suis rentrée de saison mi avril, ça fait 5 putain de mois et j'ai rien fait et je suis toujours aussi perdue.

je suis dans le bus dans les bouchons et je me retiens de pleurer.

13h55, en attendant le prochain bus j'ai pris un éclair au café dans une boulangerie, j'avais pas assez faim pour un sandwich.

Une dame pipelette que j'avais déjà croisé auparavant s'est assise à côté de moi, j'espère qu'elle va pas trop me parler même si elle est gentille.