#vulnerability is strength
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earth222tina · 2 days ago
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was having a bad mental health morning but today i told myself i will do 2 things today no matter what. i will get a car wash that i so desperately needed and i will finally cop “all about love” by bell hooks. i got UP and i got out and did it. it’s the small victories man.
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randomarchivedthoughts · 19 days ago
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Note #3 ‘dreaming of love’
“that kind of love, is what I wish for”
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I want to fall in love with an unconventional person. A person carved by uniqueness, touched by the strange magic of authenticity. Someone who makes me feel as though I was born the moment they stepped into my world.
Their arrival is a reawakening of one’s self, a resurrection perhaps. Their presence soothes my soul like a calm breeze after a storm. Oh I find the serenity just by them being close. A sanctuary in human form.
And their voice, it would make my sleeplessness fade, letting it dissolve into dreams. like a child lulled by the rhythm of their mother’s heartbeat. Nothing else but the melody of someone who makes the world safe again.
They wouldn’t be intimidated by my strength or my success, A partner who doesn’t compete but celebrates, who finds pride not in oneself alone, but in the triumphs of the one they love.
This is love without ego. A love that doesn’t shrink in another’s light but shines with it. Unconfined by convention, Is kind and humble enough to apologize when they’re wrong.
A person who falls so deeply for the details of my life. That they couldn’t imagine changing a single thread. I want to grow old with someone like that, whose smile makes me fall in love again and again.
I don’t crave fleeting flings. Nor even picture-perfect romances with a polished name.
But comfort, even in cracked embrace. A sacred, quiet, tender place
I’m not searching for flawless delight
Only for peace that seeps through the night
If such love truly exists, may it find me not when I’m ready, but when I’m real.
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kritztashan-blog · 8 days ago
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🌈 “It’s Not Too Much To Want What You Give” – A Truth Every Giver Needs to Hear
Have you ever felt like you’re always the one checking in, holding space, or being the strong shoulder—yet when you finally need someone, the silence is deafening? It hurts.Not because you’re weak. But because you’re human. We live in a world that praises strength, but often ignores the soul behind it. If you’re someone who shows up for others, gives freely, listens deeply, and holds people…
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acatnamedjuice · 3 months ago
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It's okay to be vulnerable! 💛
It's important to share your feelings! 💛
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greykolla-art · 1 year ago
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Unstoppable villain, meet immovable agent of friendship!
I was wondering in what circumstances Charlie would just OFFER her soul to Al.
And he would short circuit as all his manipulation plans become unnecessary.
Cause Charlie cares about her friends and if they need help she won’t hesitate.
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roseacademia · 2 years ago
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So soon? Indeed.
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eggsplice · 5 months ago
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the face that won the war
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visualpoett · 2 years ago
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makingsenseofwhathappened · 2 months ago
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Some people won’t believe you until you break. Break anyway, if you need to. You don’t owe anyone your composure.
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gravitysoda · 1 year ago
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refusing an impossible wish and settling for one last game of chess.
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ruporas · 1 year ago
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post rescue
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s0fter-sin · 9 months ago
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kneeling is a broad term for what ghost does with price
surrendering is slightly more accurate but even that doesn’t hope to touch the sheer desperation in the way he clutches at him; his body bowed low at his feet, his legs latched around one of his, hugging it so tightly to his chest his arms shake as he digs his face into his thigh
it’s only here that he can finally give in to the screaming; to the distant voice he strangles into silence every day of his life. the one who begs him to make himself as small as possible; do everything he can to hide from the ever encroaching demons growling and salivating at his heels
it’s only here, in the dark of price’s barracks, hidden by a bed at his back and a wall to his front, that he finally lets himself stop running; only between solid combat boots and worn fatigues does he let himself tremble and admit to the choking fear
he’d break open price’s chest if he could; crawl past his gushing viscera and curl up under his ribs, hidden in the warm dark
ghost clawed his way out of the grave with broken nails and gritted teeth but he wouldn’t mind being buried again if it meant being cradled in the safety of price’s insides. his warm blood and soft lungs would blanket him, mask the stench of his rotten flesh until he could even convince himself that, maybe, he too was still alive
he shifts, unnerved by his own longing, and price runs his hand over the crown of his mask the same way he’d card it through his hair until he settles once more
he grounds him over the long hours it takes for his white-knuckled grip to relax into a loose hold; for his face to stop grinding into the meat of his thigh and simply rest in his lap, his bracketing legs the only thing holding his lax body up as he floats, untethered by fear
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vakariaan · 9 months ago
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"Though the world sees a strong and independent woman, I have never known someone with such gentle grace and more pure heart." ⬨
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frownyalfred · 10 months ago
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2 things I got feral for
1. Batman calling any of the former Robin's, Robin, to get them to snap out of a spiral or a panic attack
2. Other Heros, but excpecially the batfamily, being forcibly reminded that Batman is just a human. Seeing him go down, wounded or even at his limit. And being reminded that under the self confident, calm, cold manner is just another guy with no special power. Just a man
There’s something really poetic about former Robins still answering to “Robin!” even years later. It’s so ingrained in them, in their psyche, it forces them to get up and look for Batman no matter what.
And it’s equally poetic that Bruce can snap out of almost anything when he hears one of his kids say “B!” in that specific tone of voice. The one that says I need you now, something’s wrong.
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roseacademia · 2 years ago
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The waiting is a sadness
Fading into madness ~ 🎸
Say Don't go /Taylor Swift
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sagesparrow394 · 6 days ago
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Look idk if ghostknife will become canon in PD season 3 or if William’s one-sided pining will be a running gag until the end, but if it does become canon, Will and Vyncent’s first kiss had better be while William is flying up and carrying Vyncent as a parallel to the fall in season 2 or else what are we even doing
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