#introvert confessions

[skellybonesandtrees]

You know, I'm sure I'm not alone in this but I do miss wearing masks in public? Yes, they were mostly for health reasons, but the reason I miss them is...people couldn't see my whole face? And in the age of over exposure, where everyone can whip out a cell phone and bam, you end up somewhere in the background of some stranger's instagram vlog, or worse, the subject of a meme or public shaming campaign? It just felt good to be sort of mysterious!

I've always tried to be invisible so that time where we were trying to avoid the plague? Actually brings somewhat sweet memories.

[ysaefinn]

Pre-relationship Suguru dreams of doing your everything shower for with you

Hair masks, dry brushing, hot oil treatments

He craves that level of intimacy soooooo bad, he’s coo coo, he’s bouncing off the walls with the need to rub lotion, oils, and butters into your skin

He wants to do your nails, rub your feet, message you head to toe

He sighs and swoons at the thought of making an at home spy for you where he takes care of everything, complete with hot towels, silk robes, and a full on sauna

Can you tell I’m going through it rn

-👹

My brain shut down the second "pre relationship" suguru was mentioned HE YEARNS AND PINES SOOO HAARDDD TOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOT

Honestly not too sure if that's the right expression for him honestly, its more of a cult suguru special lol, but in any case he has a massive crush and is internally planning your wedding and all the ways he could spoil you during ur honeymoon getaway, HES NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO NEEDS TO THINK AB THE BLORBO TO FALL ASLEEP!!!!!!!

So he's a sweetheart loser boy and i don't think he can conceal his blatant ass intentions with how blushy he gets and how hard he swoons and how quickly he folds SWEET KITTY MAN!!!! SWEET KITTY BABY MAN OVER HERE THROW TOMATLES AT HIM!!!!!

Let ms not stray too far...but first, quick hot springs shootout,,,, he wants to take u there,,, and will likely go ahead with the plans and not correct the sweet elderly owner at the front desk calling you two "a lovely couple" and praying to bless your future marriage even TAT suguru is so easily loved by elderly people i trust and believe...

BUT DEMONON MERCY!!!!!! MERCY!!!!!!!!!! this is just so unreasonably sweet.....all im thinking rn is scalp and back massage (cuz lord knows I'm in need currently)

He managed to get his hands on oils from the ass crack of the globe, will spend the whole day at the market checking each and every avocado to find the ripest for your hair only, always has cucumbers in the freezer on the ready for your eyes, mixing uo scrubs and creams for your feet........

The whole thing is very very reminiscent of a worship ritual, kneeling down to massage your ankles, applying orgasmic levels of pressure at the right spots with freaky accuracy,,,, bending over when rubbing and messaging your back to gently breath against your name to in a whiff of your hair,,,,ITS ALSO VERY CHARGED LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE??????

He never lets you return the favor tho :"))) you'd you're love to AT LEAST brush his hair and massage his head a little but you're already pliant and floaty by the time you're done anyway, the incense and steam working their magic, he's definitely strategizing to keep you for the night, you're tired and sleepy, it's late and dangerous and he has a bed for you!!!! And his clothes!!!!!!!!!!! (<- little shit who reassures you not to bring a change of clothing to see you in his hoodies) everything is set already!!!!! Just go take a seat and wait for him clean up and make dinner, what are friends for lol wink wink wink

[aventurineswife]

Hello!! I'm here to talk about the longest request I've ever made, which is about the gardener reader! (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

Technically it's long because I had to put the meaning of each of the flowers, I must also clarify that the meaning is not 100% reliable for two reasons, first I made that request in the early morning so ┐⁠(⁠´⁠д⁠`⁠)⁠┌

Second, I looked for the meaning on different pages, so I'm sorry for putting a meaning that wasn't there. Now we start talking about the "Dream Declaration" store! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

1. | —This reader unlike other readers of my requests. This reader is somewhat quiet and polite, that's why he made a silent declaration to Aventurine because Aventurine was quite attractive and he thought she wouldn't notice someone like them.

2. | —The "Dream Declaration" store, is a play on words, this is done on purpose because "Dream" is used to dream, while Declaration is used to declare a person or something in a general way, if you put meaning to the word it says: "Declaración de en sueño"

3. | —A detail, which is not mentioned but easy to conclude is that the reader has a notebook about flowers, explaining their meaning, how to take care of them and their respective drawing. Also, he has marked the pages that contain the flowers that are related to love.

For now, those are them, since I didn't have much imagination with the reader who owns a garden.

I consider that this reader is like me, a person Introverted and somewhat insecure about romantic feelings, due to his insecurities that Aventurine was the opposite of him, he decided it was best to silently declare his love when Aventurine came to make her usual visit.

-💤🩵 anon

Unspoken Serenade

Summary: In the quiet sanctuary of your garden, you’ve silently declared your feelings for Aventurine, who seems far beyond your reach. Through the language of flowers, you’ve woven a message into each bloom, hoping he might understand what you’re too shy to voice. When Aventurine visits your garden, his sharp gaze and intuitive nature begin to unravel your hidden emotions, leading to a quiet but profound moment of understanding between the two of you.

Tags: Aventurine x Gardener!Reader, Fluff, Slow Burn, Silent Confessions, Flower Language, Introverted Reader, Mutual Pining, Subtle Romance, Emotional Vulnerability.

Warnings: Mild emotional tension, References to insecurity and self-doubt, Mentions of past trauma (Aventurine’s backstory).

The sun had barely begun to dip beneath the horizon when Aventurine made his way to the garden. His steps, fluid and purposeful, were masked by the softness of the evening breeze, carrying with it the intoxicating scent of blooming flowers. There was a subtle elegance to everything he did, his every gesture calculated and deliberate. But as he approached the garden, his usual demeanor shifted to something more akin to curiosity. The garden had always been a place of tranquility, one that he had come to associate with moments of quiet reflection—though he rarely allowed himself to truly reflect.

You, the gardener, stood near the edge of the garden, tending to a patch of roses, your delicate fingers brushing against the petals as if you were in a silent conversation with them. You had noticed his arrival, but you hadn’t looked up. It was not because you were unaware of his presence—how could you not be? Aventurine was impossible to ignore. But you were not one for grand declarations or dramatic gestures. The idea of speaking your feelings aloud was something that made you shrink back in quiet embarrassment. And so, you had chosen a different path—a quieter one. You had made a silent declaration to him, one he would never hear unless he looked carefully enough to understand the meaning behind your every movement.

Your eyes flickered momentarily toward him, only to quickly return to the flowers in your hands. The “Dream Declaration” was more than just a name for your shop. It was your way of slowly revealing something you couldn’t say out loud. Each flower you cultivated, each arrangement you carefully crafted, held its own secret meaning. And today, you had chosen carefully.

The roses you were tending to were white—a symbol of purity, but also the start of something deeper. To some, it might be a quiet whisper of admiration. To you, it was a declaration of your own silent longing, a longing you were too shy to voice. Your hands trembled slightly as you traced the outline of the petals, your mind running with thoughts of what you’d never say aloud to him. How could you? He, the brilliant strategist, the charming, larger-than-life figure, who could see through the motives of even the most skilled con artists. What would someone like him ever see in you, the quiet, introverted gardener, lost in the language of flowers?

Aventurine, noticing the subtle tremor in your hands, took a slow step closer, his keen eyes studying the way you interacted with the flowers. His usual smile, the one that danced in his eyes and tilted the corners of his mouth, was absent, replaced by a thoughtful gaze. He watched you carefully, sensing there was more to you than just your quiet demeanor. He had seen the book you kept close to you—the one filled with notes and sketches of flowers, each annotated with their meanings. He had seen the pages where certain flowers were marked with delicate precision. The ones related to love. It was hard not to wonder what kind of message you were silently sending, especially when he’d noticed you hadn’t looked up at him once since he arrived.

"You know," Aventurine spoke, his voice smooth like velvet, but tinged with a note of curiosity, "these roses are rather beautiful. But I can’t help but wonder... are you telling them something that I’m not hearing?"

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. You couldn’t meet his gaze, too afraid that the vulnerability in your heart would be exposed. Your hand moved instinctively to cover the pages of your book, the ones where the flowers of love were delicately marked, as though you could hide your feelings as easily as you had hidden your heart.

"You… you’re probably imagining things," you stammered, avoiding his eyes.

Aventurine’s smile remained, though his eyes sharpened with the kind of subtle understanding he reserved for his most calculated moves. He took a small step forward, lowering his gaze to the roses you had been tending to. His fingers brushed the edges of a particularly delicate flower, the soft petals quivering at his touch.

"Perhaps," he said, his voice carrying a layer of gentle amusement, "but I’ve learned that when someone tends to something with care, there’s usually more to it than meets the eye."

The weight of his words hung between you, an unspoken tension that neither of you acknowledged out loud. Your heart thudded in your chest as you realized that, somehow, in his quiet way, he had seen through the facade you had so carefully built. He had read you, not with the sharp, analytical mind that made him one of the Ten Stonehearts, but with the quiet, intuitive understanding that he seemed to possess when it came to people.

You remained silent, but in your mind, you wondered if you could really hide the feelings you had nurtured so carefully in the garden. Did he see through the petals and leaves? Could he truly read the message you had woven into each bloom?

"I suppose…" Aventurine mused, his tone light but carrying an undertone of something more sincere, "that sometimes the best declarations are the ones that remain unsaid."

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes met his. The hues of his gaze seemed to pierce through you, and for a moment, you saw something other than the confident, calculating strategist that everyone else saw. There was a softness in his eyes, a hint of something buried beneath the surface, something perhaps even more vulnerable than what you were too afraid to admit.

Aventurine’s smile returned, but it was different this time—gentler, with an almost imperceptible tilt of his head. "But I think I understand what you’re saying," he continued, his voice quiet and sincere.

Your breath caught in your throat as the weight of his words sank in. He wasn’t just commenting on the roses, was he? No, Aventurine was acknowledging something deeper, something unspoken but undeniable.

"You’ll find," he added with a knowing smile, "that in this game, it’s not always about making a grand declaration. Sometimes, the most powerful ones are the quietest."

And in that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, your silent declaration was not lost after all.

[searainstorm]

All my life, I've tried to prove that I'm not guilty. Yes, I'm not completely innocent, even I've made strategies, made ways, done things which are not right at all. But not all wrongs are sins, I promise, not every single time I should have paid the price at this much extent. There's not a mere moment when I can escape from the feeling of guilt. I know I can't be right all the time but I cannot be always wrong. It's just way too much suffocating that I can't even stand for myself. I lose the words when they're supposed to defend me. My guts beg me to speak up for myself as I know that I don't deserve this, I'm not good enough but I'm not that bad atleast. Why all the time, every single time I became the one who commits sins, I became the who is wrong? Who on earth is my own? Do I not deserve forgiveness or understanding? Even for once?

(late night entries from my journal)

[sanddollarpoems]

I feel it closing in

With every ping of my phone

Another friend wanting to talk

Or hang out

Or grab drinks

And I get it, this is what we do now

As a culture

This is how we "society"

But my introvert ass wants bed and a book

And I don't want to talk

Or be friends

Or exist

For a couple of months at least

God, I think I miss 2020

[stayininmylane]

Healy has two lines of dialogue and I'm absolutely obsessed with him. It's embarrassing.

At least Morgan had an entire conversation >____< I mean bro...

...Ok that's not fair actually, Healy has his own connections to the main plot and is the near sole focus of one of Carl's most heart-wrenching episodes in the whole series, while Morgan was adopted and has 5 different colors on her outfit.

...still, I love them both as much as Carl himself, which I find very funny considering Healy will appear in 5 episodes max and we will never see Morgan again.

[acupofoanh]

2024, the year of many firsts

I can't believe that 2024 is already over. Time flies, especially now that I'm approaching my mid-thirties.

As a tradition, the new year is a time for me to reflect and acknowledge on what I achieved and where I need to improve.

2024 has definitely been a turning point in my life on many levels. It was a year of many firsts.

The biggest move this year was that I finally realized one of my dreams : becoming a journalist ! I wanted to do this job since I was 13 years old but growing up asian in France, there were no representation of asian in the medias and also asian families don't encourage their children to pursue this kind of career. Also, I received a lot of negative comments coming from adults, discouraging me, saying that I was too shy and that I was not vocal enough. Turned out that I was an introvert and that doesn't mean that I couldn't be a journalist. I also got a comment from my own genitor, saying that I was not pretty enough to do this job. Yes, adults telling those things to a child. I ended giving up this dream and pursued the classic path. But, I always felt miserable in my corporate jobs and the dream of becoming a journalist never faded. When I hit my thirties, I was more confident, so I started to look into changing my career path. It is finally after my year of expatriation in Ireland, that I signed up for a degree in multimedia journalism at the age of 33. Started in September 2023 and graduated in April 2024. Since then, I worked at a local journal this summer and did an internship in one of the biggest radio station in the world covering international news, Radio France Internationale. Now that 2024 has ended, I'm proud of how far I've come.

Getting back in the dating scene. That one is a really scary one. As someone with detachment and anxiety disorders due to CPTSD, emotional and physical neglect, getting close to people in a romantic way is probably my biggest struggle. I never found someone with who I totally clicked. Truth is I unconsciously reject people that try to get close to me or let people in, because I'm scared. This year I forced myself to meet new people. I can' t say that was a success, but it's a first step and I still want to continue on this path.

My first trip to Copenhague in Denmark ! My first time in a nordic country. That definitely was a highlight of 2024. I've always been attracted to this part of the world and this trip confirmed my love for it. I see myself living there. The way of life, the cultural scene, the architecture, the food... I can't wait to be back.

2024 was also the year where my body showed signs of aging. Ok, I'm only 34 but at this age the body is less flexible. If I sleep in a weird position, my body will ache the next morning. That's how I got for the first time ever, a stiff neck followed by terrible positional vertigoes after hours of non stop scrolling on the phone. That was one month before the start of my first job as a journalist. So stressful. The stiff neck was ok but the positional vertigoes, WOW, I didn't know what it was when I got it. If you have this for the first time it's really impressive because your head spin around even when you are laying on your bed. Very stressful but it eventually went away by itself (not totally though). The doctor doesn't really know why it happened in my case but I suspect the stiff neck combined with the obsessive scrolling on the phone for hours in a weird position is the reasons. Since then, I've reduced my time on the phone.

Naturally after the previous point which was a big signal from my body, I've decided to get a routine. Yoga in the morning and 2 to 3 times a week, doing gain strength exercices. For the first time in my life, I've been consistent to a routine. I remember the first few weeks were hard to stay motivated but finally, it has become a part of my life. And now, if I miss the routine, I feel something is lacking.

What can I wish for 2025 ? Well, the same commandments that I try to follow since my thirties.

I hope to stay true to myself,

and keep letting go things that I can't control. In other words, be less dramatic about things, I'm such an emo kid deep down.

Less screen time !!! For more reading. I'm challenging myself to read one book per month, which I failed doing in 2024.

Enjoying the present moment and not taking for granted my time with my family.

And the last one, creating, developing and maintaining genuine relationships.

Bye 2024, you've been kind to me, not easy sometimes but overall, I learned so much about myself and my abilities.

I wish you all a happy new year.

Kiểu Oanh

[buttprint-on-the-tube-seat]

i really don’t want to be seen but if i have to be seen, i want to be perceived as pretty or charming like a tiny bird that zooms by like a flash of colour and then disappears

[beatheprincess]

A loner introvert by choice..but constantly daydreams a different life as a coping mechanism ✌🏽

[happy10thousandyears]

I keep getting afraid of being a predatory lesbian or being disrespectful towards trans women when I'm drawing my ocs because they have a messy dynamic ... but I do enjoy toxic GL dynamics because I like to project my own traits and traits I may despise or admire onto both persons involved...

[neriyon]

♡ - romantic headcanon

Hawu'li is very romantic person, and will happily drown his partner(s) in pda or very cheesy gestures if they so choose. He'll happily pen them love letters or cook romantic candlelit dinners for date nights, walk everywhere holding hands or cuddle under a blanket while watching sunset together.

However, he's pretty bad at noticing anyone flirting with him. Anything subtle and he'll just think you are being nice and friendly. It even took him a while to realize Haurchefant was into him, to give some perspective.

His love language is definitely physical touch, but he'll show his love in any way possible. Words, gifts, helping out, anything goes. He's not shy about showing he cares about someone.

[papercranesong]

When people don’t reply to me, my first thought is:

“Oh dear, I must have done something wrong and now they’re upset with me.��

Then after I’ve thought over all my recent interactions with them, I conclude that I probably haven’t done anything that would warrant them being really upset with me, and that I am probably just overthinking it and likely they’re just really busy.

Then my next thought - 

“Oh no maybe they’re dead!”

Then I proceed to go through all their recent social media posts to determine proof of life. 

When I don’t find anything up to date (i.e within a day), I message someone close to them and have a casual conversation and then casually drop in somewhere “oh have you heard from so and so lately?” 

And then the friend will confirm that they have. So I’m like, casually, “oh cool, great, yeah.”

And then in my head I’m like “so they’re alive but they haven’t replied back to me…

maybe I’ve done something wrong and now they’re upset with me.”

And I’m back to square one again. 

[avese23]

A relationship is mutually hurtful when one party exhausts themselves putting energy into the other only to hear that they feel neglected.

It might seem like the solution is to put in more time, and that might patch up some holes, but the other person is never gonna be satisfied and you’ll never feel free and they can tell. It’s miserable all around.

[capriszn]

watching amidst a snowstorm of love like this

[cestmoiquand]

Profil du jour avec la bio suivante: mec introverti, à de la peine à se devoiler.

2e photo: le mec en selfie, avec le reflet de lui en maillot de bain de son dos dans le miroir

[thesargasmicgoddess]

Tis the season, again 🤣