#relationship patterns

[unwelcome-ozian]

[midwestaesthetics]

Going Home Alone

No matter how much you wipe 

Those tears from your fountain eyes

The moon it flickers out of focus

You want to keep it simple and

You want to get back to crystal clear

And yet another night you’re going home alone

You set your tone, to silent and

Get lost in the rhythmic beats

Of ceiling fan turntables spinning overhead

You feel it like an itch in

The small of your back

Just like a moth you’re circling

Bulbs of light with tungsten

Filaments in all their artifice

And yet another night you’re going home alone

You set your tone, to silent and 

Get lost in the rhythmic beats

Of ceiling fan turntables spinning overhead

Hope, she is spring fed and rippling

In shimmering limestone turquoise

There must be lovers who are heatseekers

Having never laid eyes upon the other

But you can almost make them out in silhouettes

[thediaryofalmosteverything]

Somewhere Between Black and White

Some people speak in bold type.Their thoughts are full-sized headlines.And then there’s me, quietly italicized, mostly brackets and a footnote or two.Growing up, I learned early on that not every opinion needs an audience.Especially not if the audience is… let’s say, emotionally enthusiastic.My mother didn’t believe in nuance. She believed in being right.Which, to be fair, is one way to live.But…

[lyndawrites]

Breaking the Spell of Emotional Dependence

For years, I kept trying to win a game that had no rules—only heartbreak. But I finally made the last move. I called Josh for something transactional: to get a friend’s number. That’s it. No tenderness, no catching up, no grasping for connection. Just a clean, cool ask. And when he didn’t have it, he became irrelevant. That was the moment I knew: I had finally beaten the final boss.

Josh and I met online, and from the first moment, he was magnetic to me. I was immediately enamored by his photos—he was “hot,” confident, dramatic in the way he expressed interest. When he drove nearly an hour to meet me in person late at night on Father’s Day several years ago, I felt chosen. I wasn’t used to that. I didn’t think someone who looked like him would want someone like me. Before I could even say hello, he kissed me on the mouth. That boldness swept me up and sealed my sense of being special. From there, the intensity spiraled fast.

We visited each other across counties. We had long calls. Then came the shift: I learned he was practically homeless. I didn’t want him to disappear or move far away to live with his brother, so I offered to find a place with him. And just like that, we were living together in a rented room—two people thrown together by circumstances, emotions, and tangled desires. It was then I revealed I was already involved with Steve. But Josh stayed anyway. Maybe out of desperation. Maybe because he didn’t have many options. Maybe because he thought he could still win. As the triangle between us tightened, so did the tension. The jealousy. The conflict. Josh didn’t handle it well, and honestly, neither did I. Eventually, I moved out without telling him. I ghosted him to protect myself, but I regretted it—because I still wanted him. He, however, was already slipping away.

Then came the new girl. Watching him give her the affection he used to offer me, while still keeping me on the sidelines, shattered me. He stopped answering my calls. Stopped replying to messages. And yet… he gave me just enough to keep me hooked. He made plans with me. Promised me I still meant something. Gave me hope. And I ate it up. My mind told me it was just karma—that he was punishing me for making him share me with Steve. I convinced myself that he still loved me deep down, that he’d eventually come back around. I waited. I hoped. I reached out—again and again and again.

But the truth was always there. He never initiated. Never checked in first. I was the one keeping the thread alive. And somewhere along the way, I began to see it clearly. The turning point didn’t come with drama. It came with exhaustion. I was done clinging. Done reaching. Done rewriting the same story just to make sense of my own pain. That call was the final test. And I passed. I didn’t care what he was up to. I didn’t want to hear about his life. I didn’t even flinch when he tried to talk. I stayed detached, firm, indifferent. I practiced emotionally flatlining on purpose, and it felt empowering—not cold, just free. I finally saw him the way he had seen me for years: as a utility, a moment, a shadow of what once was. I was no longer under his spell.

There is no longing left. No ache. No open-ended wish. I made that call for a number, and when he didn’t have it, I hung up and walked away. Not just from the call, but from the entire damn cycle. The emotional addiction. The self-betrayal. The years I spent making myself small for a sliver of attention. He doesn’t have anything I want anymore. And I don’t think I’ll ever call him again. Because I’ve outgrown him. Because I’ve changed. Because the final boss is dead.

[gladysrpadilla]

Understanding why we repeatedly make unhealthy relationship choices can be the first step toward transformation. In this video, Dr. Anna Yusim, M.D., explores the psychological and emotional roots of these patterns, offering guidance on how to break free. This video provides actionable insights for fostering healthier, more fulfilling connections.

[thecleverconfidante]

When the Soul Remembers Before the Mind Understands

Sometimes we meet someone and feel a flicker of something we can’t name.Not love, not friendship—yet—but recognition. A resonance that stirs the air between us. A pull that says, “Pay attention.” These early moments, where we feel a connection but don’t yet understand the why, are potent.They hold the power to awaken us. Not because the person will stay forever, but because they stir something…

[felikatze]

hi i'm rereading the murderbot diaries

is it becoming increasingly noticable to anybody else that the only time murderbot ever uses romantic language is to describe hacking. or well. not hacking, but "bribing bots to do what it wants"

"I cozied up to the bot pilot" "I seduced the robot" "my ongoing relationship with hotelSecSys"

love that for mb honestly.

[mlobsters]

jared padalecki and jensen ackles - njcon 2025 main / nashcon 2021 main / jib 2022 jensen sunday am / dccon 2023 main / chicon 2024 gold / njcon 2025 gold

jensen on struggling with soulless -> jared on souls; love and unbroken bond

j2 on their friendship redux

+bonus

(tom cruise's "you complete me" from jerry maguire)

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.01, 1.02 & 1.03

I'm not him anymore. And, I won't let myself be.

[vaguely-concerned]

sometimes I think of all the on-the-surface warm, well-meaning but deeply ineffectual advice and attention john gives harrow through harrow the ninth (make some soup and get some sleep! get a hobby! don't be so hard on yourself! self care harrow! as long as I need take no actual responsibility in this relationship whatsoever I would have loved to be your dad!) set up against the stark truth that with his other hand he has been staging her attempted horrific murder again and again and again like a living nightmare on the logic that it will 'put her down or fix her'. and then I find that I wish there is a hell. a special hell where twitch streamers turned necromantic death emperors go

[daily-capochin]

[Day 113]

Judgement

[nefelibatat]

So it's kinda interesting how Jinx is basically Caitlyn's own extremely malevolent genie. Every desire she has, Jinx fulfills, but with such a cruel twist that it almost defeats the point.

Want something new and exciting in your sheltered life? Well, one might say nearly getting blown up is pretty exciting. Looking for a real job to undertake? Here's a convenient pile of evidence leading you straight to the heart of a criminal empire. Good luck getting out of this mess though. Coworkers making you feel excluded? They can't do that now; they're dead. Longing to see Vi again? Don't worry. You will be taken to her, like it or not. Mum being too restrictive? Never again!

It's no wonder Jinx is associated with monkeys when her role in the show is ensuring a monkey's paw curls any time Caitlyn has a vague inclination towards something.

[artbyblastweave]

Funniest thing I've seen recently, and not funny in a ha-ha way, more funny in a "the endless entropic void gnawing at my will to live" way, was somebody asking around for alternatives to Neil Gaiman, in the light of Neil Gaiman's ongoing fall from grace. As though what we're currently sitting through isn't the collapse of the carefully curated "Good Guy Neil" image that caused people to parade Gaiman as the same kind of preferred progressive alternative to, say, Rowling. As though we won't be in the same goddamn situation in a few years or months, with some number of the new progressive sci-fi/fantasy darlings- not all of them, to be clear, but at least some of them- when their impeccably-curated marketing implodes in on itself and they're revealed to be the same kind of sex pest or abuser. Can you not see the wheel to which you are strapped. The game of human pinball you are condemning yourself to with this mindset. Maybe you do see, and you're just resigned to taking it one soul-crushing disappointment at a time, one "I never would have guessed" after another. I mean I think we all need to get resigned to that one way or another, sun's gonna go out before it stops happening

[aroaceleovaldez]

i think the Piper cameo at the end of TSATS is particularly amusing to me because, like. it treats Piper and Nico as though they're close friends when like the only one-on-one interaction they've ever had was Piper dragging a half-unconscious Nico away from a couple of leopards.

is this wlw/mlm solidarity.

[lunarcrown]

Haha bravo’s new hels sponsor am I right……???

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Ponyboy is that sibling who constantly talks about how different he and Darry are, and then you actually meet Darry and see the two of them interact for the first time and you’re like……they are the same person.