#selflessly

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If you really love someone then keep on loving them on their hard and bad days as well, without wanting anything in return from them. It is so important to love them a little extra on their bad and hard days.

[tarisilmarwen]

Jedi June: Non-attachment/Letting Go

@jedijune

Shhhhhh I'm not late.

[random-xpressions]

Whatever love I give is yours to keep, it was never with the intention for a return, never saw love as a transaction. It had always been a gift sprouting straight from the heart. Did the sky ever ask anything from the earth in return for the downpour that penetrated her roots? It is for the sky to pour, it is for the earth to receive...

Random Xpressions

[frenchyberry]

It’s rare that I ask for help & I never expect it. I’ve learned that people can tell you anything. They’ll make a million promises that they’ll never keep. They can tell you how they love you, how they’ll be there, how you’re their friend, how they want to help you, how they want you be be able to fulfill your dreams & it goes on and on.

The reality is, no one is there for you. 7 years of a relationship taught me that. Having a child together doesn’t change this either.

It’s rare you find someone who’ll genuinely have your back and be there for you and do what they can do pick you up. Most people offer worthless apologies because they have nothing else to say. People will use you and take advantage of you. They’ll treat you badly. They’ll do the bare minimum for you just so that they can keep taking from you.

Endlessly I have poured from my glass in order to fill the glasses of everyone around me. When my glass needs to be filled, it’s left empty. When I’m no longer of use to a person, they abandon ship. They leave. When they find a replacement, they leave.

I’ve learned that I love too hard and I care too much. I go above & beyond and put everyone’s needs above my own. I starve myself emotionally, mentally, & physically, so that everyone around me is fed. All the while, I put a smile upon my face & pretend that it’s all okay.

I want to be put first sometime.

I want to be valued.

I want to be worth something.

I bust my ass & have little to nothing to show for it. I’ve gotten to the point of begging for help and received nothing. I’ve learned the hard way that people are not there for you. If it doesn’t benefit them, then they’re not there for you. If they get nothing out of it, they won’t help you.

I wish I could act with such self preservation.

I wish I could be so self loving.

I wish I could be so selfish.

I wish I could put myself first.

I wish I could put my own happiness & needs above that of everyone else.

I wish I knew how to focus on myself…

But endlessly I pour from a glass long since empty, only being filled by the rain & my silent tears. Still, I fill the glasses of everyone around me. Leaving myself to starve. Perhaps to death.

[exploringopensky]

was reading Sherlock holmes and this popped into my head

[finanzwealth]

On the birth anniversary of Guru Nanak Ji, let us recall & comprehend his teachings that encourage us to practice good #deeds , live #life in constant remembrance of #god , and #selflessly serve the community. May you find #innerpeace peace and #happiness with the blessings of #GuruNanakDev #Happy Guru purab ! (at Mumbai, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cks7ghFtCjI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[samijey]

Monday Night RAW 05/08/2024

[cametotheshowinsd]

August slipped away into a moment in time; August, Taylor Swift

[bellesdiaries]

Love can make a heartless person understand compassion and love and even give up everything for the one he loves, including his own life.

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[delawaredetroit]

In retrospect, Amajiki brings a lot to the table on BNHA's overarching themes.

In their society, heroes are the confident smiling people who save, the civilians are the saved, and the villains are an incomprehensible evil that must be defeated.

At a surface level, Amajiki doesn't fit the hero mold because of his anxiety and lack of self-confidence. But there's more to it than that. To even consider saving heroes as a priority goes against the grain.

And in the Overhaul Arc, Amajiki's primary concern was saving Mirio, a fellow hero. It's even more impactful in that Mirio was not just some hero, but someone considered good enough to be a candidate for a future Symbol of Peace. Amajiki was also the first hero shown trying to understand villains by getting to know their origins in this arc.

[scribz-ag24]

It's still so unbelievable to me how extreme Dusknoir can be. He's a guy who will impulsively decide to rescue a pair of explorers he has never met for no reason (except maybe some superficial after-the-fact justification like "oh this will make me look even nicer", which doesn't count) and his first instinct when his temporal ally is about to get hit by falling ice is taking the blow for him, but he still lies and manipulates with ease, relishes flaunting his victory over his enemies at the cost of efficiency, decides to let the planet rot and decay as long as he keeps his own life and plans a horrible scheme where he will murder someone and puppet his corpse to attack his closest friends.

what wanting to survive does to a mf i guess.

[prettysweetprettysweet]

rewatching episode 6 is so hard because it kills me to see Louis' heavenly beautiful face wrought with pain as he tries to extend loving gestures to someone who is completely undeserving. his attempts to repair what they had and salvage their family are so sincere. meanwhile Lestat continues to lie and fuck about, making no real effort to be a better husband, while Louis is giving as much as he can despite still walking around nursing mortal wounds with some scotch tape he found in a desk drawer.

and upon finding out that essentially nothing had changed, Louis' immediate response was to dissociate. the fact that it was only after resolving to kill his abusive husband that he was able to 1) break out of that dissociative state and 2) allow himself to fully inhabit all of his feelings for Lestat, is agonizing. he's like, with everything that you've done to me. i can only love you with all of myself if i know that one or both of us will be dead.

[deancasforcutie]

romantic comedy fluster <3

OR, they made the character with a love-em-and-leave-em womanizer manwhore persona actually get adorably overwhelmed/in awe at others' romantic expressions. and they made him BISEXUAL 💗💜💙

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sirius Black is proof that love doesn't make someone selfless, Severus Snape is proof that hate doesn't make someone selfish

[ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa]

Captain 👏 Olivia 👏 Margaret 👏 Benson 👏 belongs 👏 with 👏 A 👏 D 👏 A 👏 Rafael 👏 Diaz 👏 Barba.👏

Full stop.