Come on, brain. Do the sleep thing.
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was wondering why i couldn’t concentrate today and then i remembered i’m terribly sleep deprived yet again
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Fighting every morning the urge and not call in sick cause insomnia had me in a choke hold and I only slept like 3 hours and I don't know how to last through the day
That's not being sick, that's being a trainwreck
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do i listen to an audiobook, a livestream, a podcast, music, or the deafening cacophony of my own thoughts to fall asleep tonight?
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Have you ever noticed how Vessel has never actually said the words "I love you"? Like. He says it many, many times - each breath he takes is a confession - but he has never said it.
It's always "my love is / as (...)", "I'm full of the love you want", "like lovers", "your love", "(...) falling in love with me". The closest we get is "I made loving you (...)". Which still isn't quite the same as saying I love you.
It's almost like he needs to put some sort of barrier between what he feels and what he knows it's the truth to lessen the blow. Because he does love them, and will continue to do so, forevermore. No matter the cost of rain, through death. He's theirs unconditionally, even if it hurts him, right?
But they don't feel the same. He knows that. He begs for it, for them to fall for him, to take a bite, show him what it's like.
Vessel knows that they want his love, companionship, worship, whatever you want to call it, the way a wolf wants its prey. He knows that they keep him around, keep pretending to be falling in love with him, merely as play thing, a means to an end. He knows all of this and keeps loving anyway, knowing that his love doesn't matter.
You don't really love,
you just hate to be alone.
Because hiding behind big, fancy, flourished phrases like "I'll live like I've got missing limbs for you", and "My arms belong around you", and "We go beyond the farthest reaches", and -
And you know I'll be yours
Just want to be worth it
I will run like the wind till you follow me again
- is much easier than to admit the very simple and pathetic three-worded truth, knowing it is not reciprocated. Not anymore at least (if ever).
If what they say is "Nothing is forever", then what makes love the exception?
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images you can hear 😮💨
pls do not do yourself a disservice by skipping out on the telugu version ! prabhas and his voice modulation can move literal mountains and everyone deserves to bask in the glory that is his !deep! !bellowing! !possessive! voice [eargasm, pure liquid sex] 🥵
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“Shhh…” He soothes, “It’s alright. Let yourself slip deeper. I’m right here to keep you steady. Let yourself sink.”
You do kind of feel like you’re sinking, but it’s so warm and soft that you don’t really mind… not to mention how good the hand through your hair feels. You sigh, and it feels like you literally sink into the mattress, beyond what should be realistically possible.
Chapter 16 of R&R (Rabble & Rampallians) (M Rating!) by @wishing-stones featuring @megalommi's (18+ only please, cw for unreality and hypnosis!) Sans, Baggs, really round-house kicked my brain into doing Some Shit(tm)! I'm on Chapter 31 now, and am having a great time.
I also did not trust Baggs as far as I could throw him at this point, so he came out much more menacing than perhaps needed. 8'D
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