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This would still not be big enough to solve my problems

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This actually made me emotional and the haiku bot jumping in to mirror the last line the way we quote lines in astonishment just made it worse? Idk. The poetry is right there.

A witch puts a spell on a girl, a sleeping spell that promises the girl shall wake through true love’s kiss. Men come and kiss her. She slumbers. Women come and press their lips to hers, but still she sleeps. Many years past, and the girl remains still. One bright morning,  a lost little boy finds her resting spot and clears the dust and grime from her face. He offers her a kiss on her forehead, and her eyes flutter open. She never feels romantic love for a man nor a woman, and she cares for the boy until the day she dies.

A young woman is imprisoned in a castle by a monstrously formed prince. The servants of the castle hope for them to fall in love, and when the spell is broken they assume their prayers have been answered. They are all surprised, but nonetheless pleased, when it is revealed to them that the young woman and prince are the truest of friends, and nothing more.

They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen, a woman who is incapable of loving. She is unmarried, she has no consorts, and she wishes for no partner. She is the wretched queen, the heartless queen. She must hate her daughter, for her daughter is beautiful, and women are incapable of liking another woman who’s prettier than themselves. It must be for this reason that the princess was sent away, not for how she was attacked by a man in the woods. They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen because she cannot love. The queen loves her daughter, and that is enough for them both.

There lives a prince who is forced to choose a bride at the ball. He meets many beautiful women, but find none which he loves. He spies one in a gorgeous gown and wonder in her eyes, and he dances with her all night long. The kingdom is sure he has found his bride. When the clock strikes midnight he tells her how he will never love a woman, or a man, in the way he is expected to. The beautiful woman smiles and tells him she expects nothing from him. The next morning the prince and the beautiful woman are missing, having run off together to see the world. They leave their shoes behind in their haste.

Many kinds of love exist. It doesn’t all have to be romantic.

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me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???

my brain:

my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………

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This is me, always ready for the tea. I will brew you tea to drink while you tell me your figurative tea.

hey guys if you’re planning on making a vaguepost on the dashboard can you message me with the details and some of the lore behind the vague post you’re making. a vaguepost for the dash and a detailedpost for me. because i like to know what’s going on. if you do this i will automatically take your side because you’ve done the right thing by letting me know what’s up. thanks in advance ❤️

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I’d let you crawl under my skin

Let you wrap around my bones like ivy

I don’t care if you damage the foundations of my being

My blood can water your soil

And you can keep growing up and up

These bones don’t work anyway

So take them for spare nutrients

Flourish where I cannot

And I will watch, the trellis under the green

Content to witness

The world through your leaves

Maybe then

These old bones

Will stay together after all

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Hi yes I think this is lovely and sweet and hopeful and it makes me want to cry so I’m reblogging to join and I hope anyone who wants to can too.

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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So many coping mechanisms in therapy or online are essentially *disrupt the pattern*. The main ones hardly ever work on me. Yes deep breathing slows my heartrate but it doesn’t stop the horrors. But yknow what will? Absurdism. Surrealism. This is such a safe way to escape. Sorry horrors, can’t deal with you I’m Indiana Jones-ing my way through an entire plot of my own design.

dear people with OCD: the next time you have spiraling & intrusive thoughts, what-ifs, or catastrophizing scenarios, I am sending a cardigan-wearing 46-year old NYU professor directly into your brain and he says "Aaaaand scene!!!" and he claps his hands slowly. and he says "Wow. Wow. Powerful stuff. Evocative imagery. A little bit post-modern, a little bit hysterical realism in the vein of Don Delilo but let's pause right here." and you will recognize your thoughts as a perplexing avant-garde film shown to an audience of 15 liberal arts students who are now trying to get a good grade and sleep with their professor.

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Sharing for anyone who passes my blog and needs it. Stay safe.

Fact #1047: The advice to not bind your chest for more than 8 hours at the time is not some transphobic conspiracy to foce you to experience dysphoria. It is advice given to you for your own safety. As mentally uncomfortable it might be to be without a binder, physically you need to give your ribcage a break.

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I’d let you kooks bother me. Send me shit. Anything. I’m usually bored and looking for someone to talk to anyway.

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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While I feel like I didn’t fully comprehend the depth of this meme….on the surface it made me giggle. On the blog it goes

bat opens up their little bat wallet to find they are all out of moths. A worthless $100 bill flies out for emphasis

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I actually really need to remember this. So maybe someone else does too. Time to share

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Actually this mindset is brilliant and I will have to adopt this. Our perceptions occur for a reason so if they don’t fit the situation then something is up. I’d be interested to see where else this could be applied

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maybe the purpose of life is to fill it with as many positive things as you can. regardless of how bad life gets, don’t let it steal your personality, your hobbies, your style. after coming home from a bad day at work maybe you need to sit down and read a nice book. after studying non-stop for so long, maybe you should finish that crochet project you’ve been putting off because you’re so busy. maybe we should prioritize the things we love, the things that make us happy, and not just the things we’re forced to do to survive. in this society, a little peace from the outside world is important. don’t give up on the things that make you happy. don’t forget about yourself.

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I adore this analysis and it’s the only valid way to describe the end of the Mel and Jayce relationship.

Just letting y'all know in the grand scheme of the Arcane narrative, including what is to come in Noxus, Mel Medarda is the somebody. She is going to be as close to a traditional hero as the logic of the series will allow. She's Hercules, She's Achilles, Odysseus, Perseus, Paul Atreides, Luke Skywalker, Daenerys Targaryen.

Meljay were torn apart by their narrative responsibilities. They are hero x hero, bound to duty, bound to sacrifice for the greater good, for the people they love. Her hero's journey begins as Jayce's ends. She's not Jayce's accessory. She's not a lesson to be learned, nor an ex to compare to real love. Or the other woman. If anything, she's a widow, Jayce is gonna occupy the space in Mel's story traditionally filled by women; the lost lenore, that is utilised for her characterisation and development.

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Honestly yeah I’m still working on this but it’s such a big deal to me. Babies are little people too, and need to be socialized, and more than that parents don’t stop having lives. Kids belong in public. We just became intolerant of anything less than perfect.

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northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me