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#CONNECTION
sweetlillyy · 2 days
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Hugs? Need.
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tamapalace · 2 days
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this was us
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coffeexxcigarettes · 23 hours
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I desire intimacy,
But not the kind with bodies.
The kind with laughter,
That rings through a silent town
At night.
The kind where you both put your hands up,
Against the stars,
Admiring their beauty,
And how different
Our fingers can be.
The kind where learning
What type of soil grew you,
Makes me want to never stop gardening.
I desire intimacy, yes.
But not the kind
With bodies.
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free-my-mindd · 1 month
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Please, don’t settle for a surface level of connection when you know you’re craving depth.
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hopepunk-humanity · 9 months
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Maggie the poet
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nighttime-thoughts · 13 days
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Please tell me i'm not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.
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sighcomics · 3 months
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lorenzonuti · 10 days
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Whispering secret data.
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sweetlillyy · 2 days
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-horny & goofy 24/7
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noxcheshire · 2 months
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I just think
It’d be really neat if Danny looked more like Martha Wayne than Thomas Wayne.
LIKE
I love the Danny Fenton looks like Thomas Wayne or Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne reincarnated — but the BEAUTY of Martha??
Of Alfred interacting for under five minutes with Danny, dabbing his eyes and going, “That is indeed Martha,” I WANT IT. I want Martha who was spunky and sassy and wanted to do good for her town the same way Danny wants to do good for Amity Park.
I want Martha who loved to take Bruce and the family out to star gaze because her baby had never seen the stars before, and the way his eyes light up like a mini galaxy takes her breathe away the same way that Danny feels when he turns his head up to the sky yearning for something he knew loved but doesn’t know what.
I want Martha who would literally find trouble in a paper bag because she can’t help her curiosity the same way Danny can’t help tripping over his own ghostly tail and making a mess of things before he figures things out.
I want Martha who would fight men who thought they held power, going absolutely feral from stress the same way Danny does when he’s tired of not being able to do his homework or pick up a vacuum against the wall to clean because ghosts.
I want Martha who loved the pearl necklace that Bruce had picked out for her birthday, and Danny reaches towards his neck and startles when his fingers only touch skin when he is certain there was something supposed to be there. I want Danny whose eyes linger on whites and pearls when he passes by open window stores in the mall, fingers itching to flick a nail against the smooth surfaces.
I want Martha who died bleeding underneath the hand of a gun, hoping to everything above that her boy would be safe, and Danny whose body burns at merely looking at the makeshift guns his parents create in the lab, his heart pounding desperately with a yearning to save there was someone she wanted to save the ghosts.
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catsofyore · 7 months
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I love this. Their faces and the little leggies! Ca. 1895–1907. .
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cerleansky · 1 year
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My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.
People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.
Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.
It's all about connection, friends.
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dominicanangel · 5 months
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When someone you love offers a bid for connection, you say yes every time. When someone sends you an article, a video, a funny post, it’s a bid for connection. They are trying to connect with you. When someone shares details about their day, their life, their thoughts, or their feelings with you, that is a bid for connection. They want to connect with you on a deeper level. They are trying to pull you into their world. If you love them, you say yes every time. Yes, even if the article they send is not particularly interesting to you. Yes, even if it means listening to them ramble about a game you don’t care about and think is stupid. Yes yes yes. And let’s hope they always say yes to your bids, too.
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theeroticlover · 2 months
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Dream and have faith on your dreams....
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hopepunk-humanity · 9 months
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Today while at [big box retailer], an older couple approached me and my very punk-looking partner, and said "you two look like you know about video games." My partner proceeded to walk the folks around the store getting them what they needed to buy their grandkid a Switch.
Later, when I was buying sunflowers for my partner, I was struggling to break off part of the stems so they'd be short enough to fit in my backpack. A stranger waved me down and offered me scissors.
Also while I was out, a person was walking down the road putting quarters in every parking meter they passed.
As I biked home, the sunflowers sticking out of my backpack seemed to make a few people's day.
When I got home, it turned out my partner had snuck out while I was away and bought me chocolate as a surprise.
When we try to be good to each other, life can be a series of small joys.
Yes! Small joys are equally about our connections with others, as they are about the world around us.
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