#i’m unlovable

[liesmultixxx]

i don’t know what people hate more about me- my looks or my personality 😔

[leaping-into-leaves]

I’m not the girl that cute guys usually notice. Not the girl who’s going to be asked out on a spontaneous date by someone she just met. I’m not the girl who gets asked out by the same guy twice. Not the girl who’s going to be his first choice. I’m not the girl he keeps around for a long time or sees a future with. Not the girl he wants to be his girlfriend.

I’m not the girl that guys actually want to be with.

I’m the girl who gets ghosted after the first date. The girl who, even if she does make it past the first few dates, gets broken up with after only a few months. I’m the girl who gets given up on before she’s even really had a chance to prove herself, how good she can really be. The girl who’s only chosen when all other options have been exhausted, or he keeps me as a placeholder until someone better comes along. I’m the girl who always messes things up before she even has a chance. The girl who doesn’t get a second date or text back after the first date has evaded.

I’m the girl who’s all alone..... and that’s how it’s always going to be.

[ghostytyt]

The feminine urge to ghost her so she can feel the way I do but I won’t because she has abandonment issues and i can’t because I love her even though she just thinks of me as a friend 🤣

[addictt-with-a-pen]

not gonna sugarcoat it my dudes, I want to d i e.

[theflowerkingdom]

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[killmx]

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[ysabellious]

you are coming down with me / hand in unlovable hand.

[lusaph]

Men are such dicks.

[sevensummersago]

just a little life update: unlovable!

[tornado1992]

Miles doesn’t hate his tails.

No matter how much the people in his town told him to.

Even if every time he tries to play close by the village he gets chased and practically hunted down because some scary adults want to “hang out his tails on the wall”.

Even if the mothers pry their children away from him so they won’t “get cursed by the mutant”.

Even if his first memory is running from some big kids who chased him away from a store for eating some scraps from the garbage while yelling “Two tailed freaks don’t even deserve trash!”

The only apparent difference between him and the people who hate him being the number of tails, or rather, the not singularity of his.

It seemed like the reason why they all despised him was because of them, an abnormality, was the kindest way they called them.

They kept saying his tails were bad. But it didn’t made any sense. His tails weren’t bad. They kept him warm on the coldest nights, shelter him from the rain, and protect him from the town’s kid’s fists.

They were his only company and comfort, his blanket and pillow, and they were the only thing he had. He couldn’t hate them.

It didn’t matter if they were the apparent reason for his loneliness and the town’s rejection, Miles knew that even if he could cut one of them the townsfolk still wouldn’t want him.

His tails were big enough to cover him almost completely, protecting him by curling around him and not letting go even when the fur on them was ripped, torn, or burned. He could chew on the tip of their fur when his stomach hurt too much not to try and bite something, even if the matted fur on them might hurt sometimes. He didn’t have any toys or coloring books, but he could always play with his tails whenever he felt too lonely, he would chase them and they would not go away, sometimes they moved on their own when he was playing, he didn’t know why, but whenever it happened it made him feel a little bit happier, even if it meant as potential risk of him being found by his abusers if they moved when he didn’t tell them too, it still made him happy.

He could hug his tails while sleeping, pretending someone was actually there with him, if he concentrated enough, he could pretend the fur that was keeping him warm wasn’t his own, he could imagine it was maybe a loving mom, a caring dad, or… anyone, but he could feel loved.

He didn’t hate his tails.

Everyone hated him, and that might not have a solution, but everyone also seemed to hate his tails. He knows how it feels when everybody hates you, he doesn’t want his tails to feel like everyone in the world hates them too. So even if it’s just him, even if no one else ever likes them, and even if some day he dies because someone hated them enough to do something about it, he won’t hate his tails.

He doesn’t think anyone could love his tails ever, and he doesn’t know if he is capable of loving them himself, but liking them should be enough. He hopes his tails can understand.

He hopes that at least his tails could feel a little bit of love some day.

[booksanddarkchocolate]

I am so glad Annabeth Chase exists. I am so glad there is a blonde smart girl character with ADHD and dyslexia. I am so glad there’s a character I can completely relate to. I am so glad Annabeth Chase is with someone as amazing and loving as Percy Jackson. Thank you Rick Riordan & happy birthday Annabeth Chase.

[dontworryihaveyourblorbos]

I don’t really know how to say this in a better way so imma just say it

If you think John Dory is a bad character then respectfully, you have no idea what being an oldest sibling is like.

He didn’t abandon his brothers. He was pushed to a point of having to be responsible for four younger brothers, ranging from baby to teenager, trying to coordinate and pull off good if not perfect shows, trying to help Rosiepuff raise both them and himself while also dealing with trollstice and the troll tree while also struggling with an ever growing *need* to be perfect. It doesn’t matter how much you love your siblings- if you’re stressed enough, you’re going to snap and you’re going to snap at them. And you know what? He probably hated himself for that too. And for the fact that he couldn’t be perfect. Any oldest sibling knows the guilt of not being good enough and presumably tearing down their younger siblings in the process…it’s awful. No fuckin wonder he walked away, bro was what, 17?? 18??? He shouldn’t have had to do that. And he didn’t just abandon his brothers knowing what was gonna happen to Branch. From his perspective, he walked away knowing full well Spruce and Clay could step up, and that Rosiepuff would still be there. He had no way of knowing Branch would end up alone and gray, because if he did, he never would have left.

John Dory is not a bad character. He loves his brothers.

Edit: some people are saying he didn’t come back until he needed something. He came back to an empty troll tree- he thought his brothers were dead. He probably only left for a few months or so! He didn’t abandon them. He had every intention to come back and did. His family was just gone.

[greelin]

been working a lot of days i’m normally off and not sure how to handle being told “yeah i got excited when i saw your car was here” like wdym. You can’t say this to me

[corvidcleric]

[start i.d.: a drawing of wuvvy from acofaf at the masquerade ball in a white suit. she leans back against a balcony railing, holding a glass of champagne, looking dead-eyed forward as fireworks go off behind her. end i.d.]

i could stare at your back all day