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i love spring because the whole day feels like summer morning
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me trying to scroll past all the porn bots and ed content on my dash
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Me reading Tate Langdon fluff after a random dude sent me a nude and then got mad I didn't sent one back.
(why can some guys be more respectful of literally people)
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DECLARATIONS OF A HEALTHY ADULTHOOD
DAVID RICHO
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argh! i just know best friend/fwb felix would turn into boyfriend felix so quickly.
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you have been best friends with felix since childhood, saltburn basically being your home. the two of you are inseparable in so many ways.
felix is your everything and you’re his. there is never a day where you don’t imagine if there could be more with him. no one knows you like felix. no one loves you like him. and no one, especially, fucks you like felix.
the sex between you two starts off casual and full of angst, soon becoming the way you express your love for each other. you crave the way that felix caresses your body, his fingers lingering on your lips or your tits. felix equally craves the way you kiss or ride him. the soft “i love you”s between moans from the both of you never go unnoticed, love-drunk on each other’s touch.
during the school year, felix and you look for hookups to keep you occupied, but nothing ever compares to what you two have. after a hookup, you always throw on felix’s shirt which causes your mind to spiral at the thought of him, albeit thousands of miles away. the unspoken yet obvious bond adds so much to the sex.
it’s so obvious that the two of you are in love from the beginning. you should’ve known when felix got you a vintage copy of your favorite book for your birthday, costing him hundreds (nearly thousands) of dollars — or when you would hand write heartfelt letters daily to felix, sealing them with kisses when you couldn’t afford expensive gifts. felix keeps a drawer full of your letters, knowing exactly which one is his favorite.
one night during summer break, you’re laying in felix’s bed with his head between your legs and your hands in his hair. his hand rests on the tattoo on your thigh, one that matches the one on his finger. he looks up at you. “y/n?”
“yeah?”
“i want to be more,” he says after a bit of silence. felix rests his chin on your stomach, you staring at him in awe. “be more than friends.”
you don’t say anything, which does not ease felix’s nerves. he looks at you, anxious for a response.
“so…. do you want to or not, y/n?” he laughs to himself, completely out of fear of rejection.
“duh felix! you can’t bring something this big up when you’re eating me out!” you laugh, noticing the huge grin on his face.
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Quit tagging y’all’s fics as x reader when it’s actually y’all’s dusty Oc stories (I block ppl that do this)
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lil beauty shopping list for spring:
Rhode peptide lip treatment in vanilla cake
Dior lip glow oil in rosewood
Essie nail polish in ballet slippers
Merit flush balm in Stockholm
Glossier ultralip in lucite
Emi Jay claw clip (pink or white)
Gisou honey hair perfume
Summer Fridays lip balm in pink sugar
Drunk Elephant d-bronzi drops
Glossier you perfume rollerball
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In her essay Less TikTok, More Screaming, Persinette writes that these e-therapists have turned healing into “a religion, a lifestyle, and above all, a brand” while promoting a culture of isolation and individual optimization. In this ecosystem, “...therapy has become a litmus test for social belonging and inherent goodness, a sign that one is aware of and has adapted to the newest standards of how to behave.”
The social standard this culture offers is one of controlled, placated solitude. Its narrative often insists that you’re surrounded by toxic people who are trying to hurt you, and the only way to ever become the person you’re meant to be is to cut them all off, retreat into a high-gloss cocoon of talk therapy and Notion templates, and emerge a non-emotive butterfly who will surely attract the relationships you’ve always deserved — relationships with other “healed” people, who don’t hurt you or depend on you or force you to feel difficult, taxing emotions. And finally, your life will be as frictionless and shiny as you, alone, have always deserved for it to be.
Rayne Fisher-Quann, no good alone
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