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prettybadleaf · 18 days ago
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wowkaroline · 3 days ago
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princessleiaxo · 18 days ago
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chibird · 2 days ago
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Not only do I want this kindness and care for myself, it's something I deserve! 💛
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mymercyprevailss · 2 months ago
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anikatokii2 · 15 hours ago
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sweetiefoxxxxx · 1 month ago
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laurenbbygirl · 15 hours ago
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lotuspositivity · 6 months ago
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You don't have to force yourself to bounce back so quickly. I read something recently that said "when you come in from a rainstorm, you don't expect yourself to be dry and warm right away", and it really resonated with me. It's okay to take time to dry off and warm up. Take the time you need to process what happened to you.
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queensexyclip · 3 months ago
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authoroflast · 3 days ago
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Multiple times across space and time...
I love talking with neurotypical people about my executive dysfunction because I'm like "yeah there's this invisible wall in my head that I'm incapable of getting past no matter what I do and it stops me from doing things" and they're like what the actual fuck
Meanwhile other neurodivergents are like
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soul-from-another-era · 10 months ago
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Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.
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delightstar · 1 month ago
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chaosu-no-hime · 9 months ago
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done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.
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freedomwillcomesoon · 1 day ago
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i’m finally starting to understand that some people aren’t meant to stay in the way you first imagined them.
there was a time when he felt different to me — like maybe there was something fragile and precious blooming between us. the inside jokes, the way he sought me out even when he didn’t have to, the small gifts he remembered i’d love, the way he would catch my eyes across the room like we were on the same wavelength.
sometimes it felt so loud. like the whole world paused to listen to whatever unspoken thing was living in the spaces between us.
and god, i wanted to believe it. i wanted to believe that the way he lit up when he saw me meant something more. i loved liked him.
but people are messy, and feelings are even messier.
i don’t blame him for being uncertain. for being careful with himself. i don’t even blame myself for hoping.
it’s just… lately, i feel like i’m waking up from a dream i didn’t know i was having. the more he speaks, the clearer it becomes — the way he frames us now, the sibling-like tone, the quiet way he puts walls back up where there used to be windows.
i don’t blame him. because…
i know.
it stings, but it doesn’t burn the way it once might have.
i think that’s growth. i think that’s me choosing to carry the good memories gently, without turning them into something they were never meant to be.
we had our moment. maybe it was real in some ways - well to me, it was. even if it wasn’t everything i hoped for.
and that’s okay.
it’ll pass.
it always does.
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