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aszcaringheartsinc · 5 months

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The holiday season is a time for joy, love, and togetherness, but it can also be a time of isolation and loneliness for many seniors who live alone. However, with the assistance of home care services in Oakland Park, Florida, seniors may make Christmas a joyous and memorable occasion. Let us look at how home care services may make Christmas more enjoyable and satisfying for elders, with a focus on the compassionate care offered by ASZ Caring Hearts Inc.

#Caregiving Assistance #Loneliness Prevention #Senior Wellbeing

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dynamikshomecareinc1 · 8 months

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Maintaining social engagement becomes increasingly vital for our overall well-being as we age. Social interactions play a pivotal role in enhancing the quality of life for seniors. From reducing the risk of loneliness and depression to improving cognitive function, staying socially active offers numerous benefits for older adults.

#Community Involvement #Elderly Happiness #Loneliness Prevention

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peribytes · 2 months

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"i wasn't socialized enough as a puppy" well i wasn't socialized enough as a full grown adult

#and that's my entire problem i think #is it my own fault? could i have prevented this?#i don't wanna hang out with anybody around here bc that would mean continue to pretend i'm someone else #someone i outgrew a long time ago #but i don't wanna try to come out either bc what if that comes back to my family #i couldn't make irl friends anyway bc i don't know how to #further isolation seems to be the only option which leads to further alienation #ah well #loneliness in my bubble is preferable to failing out in the ''real world''

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maddisandy · 9 months

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i hear people on the "scar killed his (boatem) crew by letting them sink" theory but i'm inclined to angst and so i much prefer the prospect that scar couldn't save them. i'm sure he did everything he could but if you go by popular fanon ideas of everyone, Pearl and Grian both have wings (and imagine trying to swim with waterlogged wings), Impulse is a demon (fire and water don't mix? idk), and Mumbo is. Well.. The living embodiment of a wet cat. Scar may have been the only one who could have even had a chance at surviving and rationalized his grief by telling himself he let them sink. Because it was the only way he could get by without accepting he couldn't have prevented their deaths.

#gtws #gtwscar #pirates smp #scurvyblr #p!scar #i hc impulse as a gargoyle personally which means him not swimming makes even more sense #its not that scar isnt loyal. look at the efforts he goes to to always find jellie or have a companion #he would never actually kill his companions as much of a wild card that he is. he's better than that #its that when faced with loneliness he does whatever he can to cope with it. and if that means pretending their deaths were at his hand #rather than something he couldn't have prevented #then thats what he has to imagine to get by

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personal-blog243 · 7 months

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CW: homophobia, sexism, racism, ageism, incest, emotional abuse….

Men have such a victim complex about relationships because of the association of the “nerd” stereotype with maleness. It really has lowered the bar for men so much.

My guy friend was making a joke about how he’s not attractive and supposedly can’t get women. His sister had to remind him that he has slept with multiple women before and has had multiple girlfriends before and has had “friends with benefits” and his longest relationship was over 3years! He was able to get these women in spite of the fact that he clearly has a misogynistic sense of entitlement to women. 🙄

His sister who is MORE conventionally attractive than him but has still never dated had to remind him of that. 🙄

This man has also:

. Mocked women’s asses for not being big enough

. Made jokes about being entitled to blowjobs

. Mocked women for not giving good enough blowjobs

. Mocked women’s vaginas for not being good enough (especially older women)

. Publicly shamed, blamed, and guilt tripped a woman who rejected him for his suicide attempt (common manipulation tactic)

. Publicly shamed and guilt tripped his ex girlfriend in the middle of game night because she hadn’t sent him nudes yet! 🙄

. Uses misogynistic slurs as long as they include “white” in front of them

. Laughs at rape scenes in movies

. Makes incest and beastiality jokes about the south and mocks southern accents (he is from TN)

. Makes homophobic jokes about politicians he doesn’t like being closeted gay (he is straight)

. Makes racist jokes about black penises (he’s white)

. Has a misogynistic homophobic lesbian fetish

Yet he still has more sexual and romantic experience than me. So he’s basically a typical straight male. 🙄

His name is William Thomas Lasley and he lives in Hermitage TN

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royalreef · 10 days

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(( Thinking again about how merfolk have their violence taboo, but also view danger to their loved ones as such an existential threat that that is the one time that the violence taboo is not only okay to break, but is expected to be broken. And I just really need a good excuse to properly break this headcanon out again, and let Miranda go batshit on someone.

#Most secret royal advisor || OOC #And no matter what you choose‚ you're gonna live it || Wishlist #(( merfolk have a very strong correlation of. maintaining their relationships and social connection as the only way they can stay alive #(( and view death by loneliness as one of the very worst ways to die #(( so. you know. theyll do everything they can to prevent that!#(( and that manifests in the power of friendship and unspeakable violence-

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mystacoceti · 1 year

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people want reading to be a social activity you partake of in between salon attendances. and not that I don't understand that feeling but how many books have people read and enjoyed that came out of some literary backwater, with hardly another boat in sight? The scan I did myself on my parents' printer of a college-owned copy of Max Raphael's The Demands of Art which I asked a friend to check out for me is, I think, the only digital copy of the English translation of that book in existence (jk the Max Raphael Project got the book up as of 2020), and I've assumed, more or less since elementary school, that kind of thing as one basic pole of reading as a social phenomenon. I've been reading a lot of essays from about 1960-'80 and the number of appealing books referenced that are unarchived, unavailable on libgen or out of stock on legal sites is always striking. and even if you can find it, what then? there's always the option of google searching through the blogs of the world, but that's hardly the fantasy people have in mind.

#for example:#I like Robbe-Grillet very much at least what I've read of him #and I tried to describe him to a friend who a) lives in France b) speaks French and c) likes much of the same literature I do #and he'd never heard of the author in his life #in part it's just that there is so much in any medium to take in. and while a bookclub or analogous thing would structure the social in+#+a way that would prevent isolation- to some degree an individual's own interests will always lie outside those things somewhat #if you'll let me be florid a minute: there's a real loneliness to this whole living thing that just is #but that could be my own acclimation to the social setting I've been in for 6 years now

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aprilblossomgirl · 11 months

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Starting Loneliness Society didn't expect to enjoy it this much. It got me at I'm so sorry I'm so lonely.

#my drama journal 📝#loneliness society #and also. meet again with the child actor who played jigsaw 🥺#that said. i feel that the backstory was pretty well built up.#at first i had my doubt because based on the trailer it looks like meena & arthit were strangers but turns out that's not exactly the case #so i'm giving it a try #*crossing fingers no parents 'drama' that would prevent me to continue*

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stayalive9129 · 1 year

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Unwell - Matchbox 20 (Lyrics) 🎵

#DearMolly

Today was a rough day. My life once again is in shatters; its all in pieces of glass that I must pick up without hurting myself.

I am trying very hard not to go to the dark place and you should too. I understand your #pain; the loneliness that seems to never stop.

I know it hurts so much inside and makes you wanna give up. I am unwell too and I can’t help it. I wish they all understood. I wish they’d stop looking at me as if I am #crazy.

#DearMolly this song is for you. I used to listen to it when I was 14 and I thought maybe you’d like it too. So you know you’re not alone when you’re a little #unwell. Go ahead, sing the pain away...it actually helps quite a lot.

“But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be”

#youtube #unwell #not crazy #deppresion #suicidal #suicide prevention #suicide survivor #pain #loneliness #mentally unwell #mental health #impaired #matchbox20 #songsaboutdeppresion #musicthatheals #singthepainaway

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buriesitsteeth · 3 months

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just venting again I’m sorry

#okay so this is going to sound whiny of me idk I’m sorry I’m like this I really am #ik none of you follow me to hear about this shit and I’m sorry for constantly whining about things I don’t like being like this #I just have so much going on in my personal life and then also nothing at all #I’m just plagued by constant chronic loneliness and it hits me so hard some days that it’s like physical pain #I can’t even talk myself around by saying ‘you do have people that care!’ because I really don’t anymore #everyone’s too busy with their own shit and I find it hard to talk directly about my feelings #I downplay or switch topics or focus on talking about them #and then I get upset because they don’t understand or don’t think it’s serious #but I don’t know how to say I feel so hollow and breakable and at the same time full to bursting with sadness and grief and anger and #self hatred stronger than I’ve ever felt before #and if I try once or twice to express this crushing feeling of shitiness #and you don’t understand or listen my brain will shut down the idea entirely #and prevent me from reaching out again for a long time #I just feel like I’m so inconsequential and ywt at the Same time I’m the one cog still turning to keep everyone else going #like I’m nothing and yet too much at once #I don’t know. I feel like I’m on the edge of Something massive and irreversible and I don’t like it #I feel like I’m also on the precipice between never ever trusting anyone again and diving head first into trusting Anyone #that bothers and trusting them too much. caring too much again in the hopes that I do get hurt for a final time and learn my lesson #I don’t know. and I don’t like having these fits of sounding fucking crazy on here and I’m sorry again for sounding like this this isn’t who #I am I promise im just struggling I think. but I don’t know how to fix it. it feels like some sort of like…#fatal flaw in me somewhere. I don’t know.

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childabusesurvivor · 5 months

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#Anxiety, #Hope, #Loneliness, #MentalHealth, #Resources, #SocialAnxiety, #SuicidePrevention, #Therapy

#Anxiety #Hope #Loneliness #Mental Health #Resources #Social Anxiety #Suicide Prevention #Therapy

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prevalhomecare · 8 months

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Many seniors experience boredom at home whenever their family members are away. Good thing agencies offering a reliable companionship service are available to keep the elderly company.

#Emotional Support #Isolation Prevention #Loneliness Relief

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yandere-writer-momo · 2 months

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Author’s note: I am stuck in a slump so I’m going to write a guilty pleasure of mine… the body swap trope except this time, with a twist. And of course with the one that got away trope. I adore it so very much like black cherry ice-cream.

Yandere Head Canons:

The Husband Swap

Yandere Shapeshifter x Married Fem Elf Reader x Neglectful Drow Husband

TW: yandere content!! Mentions of smut, dubcon, tentacles, monster fucking, size kink, manipulation, voyeurism, oral, and unhealthy relationship.

Art from Veil Manga

You had been married to your husband, Nikolai Sokolov, for many years. An arranged marriage set up amongst your people as a peace treaty… you, a high elf, wed to a drow, dark elf. And Nikolai was often cold to you… despite how often you attempted to bond with him.

Nikolai refused to eat any of the food you made and he constantly brushed aside your attempts to get to know him. He cared little for this arranged relationship and treated you as if you were some mere commoner, a fact that only made your heart sting.

Nikolai would occasionally share a bed with you, but it was often out of fulfilling his needs. He cared little for your pleasure and only cared to satiate his own.

One day, Nikolai bought you a servant just to get you to leave him alone (outside of sex). A shapeshifter.

A magic collar was bound tightly around their silver neck as a preventative to their ability to shift. They were now powerless and subservient. A trait that most shapeshifters didn’t have since they were quite sly by nature. You wondered what this creature had done to have been reduced to a servant…

Their name was Lev Snegur and they were close in age to you and Nikolai. The shapeshifter was somewhat masculine looking with sharp features and pitch black eyes. A genderless species that never uttered a sound, what wonderful company to have.

You often tried to engage in small talk with them, but they remained as silent as the depth of night. Not a peep left their lips to ever give you input. It unnerved you.

You were very sweet to them and even offered to share meals, but they only stared at you. Talking to Lev was like talking to a brick wall that nodded at times. Lev was an incredibly good listener.

Lev’s company did little to satiate the ache in your heart and the all consuming loneliness. You were so isolated in this empty home filled with bitterness. And you started to accept that you’d never find any warmth with him. Nor would you find solace in your silent servant’s company.

Occasionally you’d wake up covered in a slight sweat, a puddle of dampness below you. The room would always feel of sex, yet you hardly had any of that… but you were always a bit sore between your legs when you’d wake up on mornings like this. Had you been having wet dreams due to your consistent loneliness? Or was there something foul at play?

So it was a surprise when Nikolai bounced into your room like a puppy one morning. His arms wrapped around your side while he inhaled your scent. What on earth was he doing?

“Nikolai?” Nikolai placed a finger on your lips, a mischievous look in his crimson eyes.

“Shh, I have a surprise for you!” Nikolai gave you a bright grin that made you do a double take. You’ve never seen your grumpy husband smile in his entire life. This had to be a dream… you gave yourself a pinch and hissed at the pain you inflicted on your poor arm. Nope. Not a dream.

Nikolai lead you out of the room to where a grand meal was set before you consisting of all of your favorite delicacies. You had no idea your husband even knew you adored such food…

“Do you like it?” His face was hopeful as he took your hand in his. “I’ve come to a realization that you genuinely care for me… so I will treat you better.”

And from that day forth, Nikolai was more attentive than he ever had been. He insisted you should move into his room and he often cuddled with you… it was so odd. This entire situation was bizarre, almost as if this was another person and not your husband.

It was when Nikolai went down on you for the first time that your mind truly began to believe he was another man. When did he learn how to please you and why did he eat you out like a man starved? This wasn’t your husband… this was an imposter.

When ‘Nikolai’ made love to you, he felt bigger. You swore he was nearly two to three inches than he used to be, which made your stomach protrude like you had a baby bump. And his hands ardently grasped at every bit of your body as he could.

It wasn’t too uncommon for you to find your husband sniffing your hair like some sort of animal. You were so scared…

The longer you spent time with ‘Nikolai,’ the more paranoid you became. There were less and less drows around now and your servant was missing… you were starting to become afraid.

But you never were able to get much time to think about it too much since ‘Nikolai’ was always dutifully by your side. There was never any time to ask questions… until tonight. You decided to ask him… for you feared you’d fall off the deep end into insanity if you didn’t.

“Where’s Lev?” You softly asked Nikolai whose fingers paused their dance over your scalp. His crimson eyes glanced over to your face.

“And why do you care so much about a shifter when your husband is here?” Nikolai asked in a bitter tone, but you could see a bit of excitement in his eye. And it made your heart pulse in your brain.

“Well, I miss Lev.” You softly whispered. It wasn’t a complete lie. You did miss your servant who always listened to you, but you preferred his silent company over the overbearing presence of your changed husband.

“Hmm… well, we can go see him if you’d like.” Nikolai rose up from the bed and wrapped a black robe over his bare chest. “He’s in the dungeon.”

You were a bit shocked by your husband’s words. “What do you mean? Lev never did anything wrong-“

“My wife is too kind for her own good.” Nikolai held your chin to pause you from rambling on even more. His eyes were filled with so much emotion, it froze you in place. “It’s what I love most about you.”

You gulped and averted your gaze, your cheeks felt hot.

Lev lead you down the hallway and down the winding stairs to the dungeon, his hand gently held yours. You felt dread creep up into your stomach the closer you went to the dingy dungeon. Your nerves felt as if they were on fire…

And the sight before you terrified you to your core, the angled corpse of Nikolai laid sprawled out on the brick flooring. His lifeless eyes turned toward the door and his mouth agape in a horrific scream forever frozen on his rotting face.

You tried to flee but your ‘Nikolai’ began to shift, slender hands now held you firmly in place while your captor’s face slowly morphed into the bewitching creature named Lev.

“It didn’t take much to overpower him. Your husband was too cocky to notice I figured out how to disarm the collar.” Lev’s voice made your blood run cold from how raspy it was. His voice low and monotonous despite the various emotions that hid beneath the surface of his eyes. “To whack him over the back of the head with a sword hilt and drag him down here. It was child’s play really.”

“Are you going to kill me too?” You whimpered when his grip tightened around your arms. His face filled with concern.

“Kill you? Nonsense, I’d never kill my wife!” Lev began to pepper your face with numerous kisses while his arms snaked around your waist. “I mean it when I say I love you, I love you more than that bastard ever could.”

You try to protest, but you feel something slimy wrap around your legs and give them a squeeze. Your eyes are wide in terror at the black tendrils that snaked around your plush thighs. What on earth?!

“And I can certainly fuck you better than he ever could… I can show you things no other monster could ever show you, so won’t you indulge me? I promise I’ll blow your mind.”

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spacelesscowboy · 1 year

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so crazy how ppl will mean the world to u. literally mean everything. u will go about ur day thinking about them all day long and it’s like.

personally. i have never been someone else. so i can only draw from my experiences. but it seems like this isn’t the deal with literally everyone else. where’s that post that’s like. i cant be casual i will kill us both.

#WNDNNCKC DOES RHIS MEAN ANYTHING.#oneday all of my posts and writing and art will stop centering obsessivness & love & loneliness as it’s core themes. one day.#also this isn’t like. exclusively a romance thing. i feel this way about everyone i love.#ALSO. i don’t mean this literally. it’s more of a. the thought of losing u makes me so insane that i would do anything to prevent it.#(<- me when i cant accept that everything ends and everyone dies and nothing is ever permanent) NQWNDNMDMFMD #ok. um.#tw death #???? ask 2 tag

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joycrispy · 9 months

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I'm seeing some confusion out and about over the title A Companion to Owls (generally along the lines of 'what have owls got to do with it???'), so I'd like to offer my interpretation (with a general disclaimer that the Bible and particularly the Old Testament are damn complicated and I'm not able to address every nuance in a fandom tumblr post, okay? Okay):

It's a phrase taken from the Book of Job. Here's the quote in full (King James version):

When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. --(Job 30:29)

Job is describing the depths of his grief, but also, with that last line, his position in the web of providence.

Throughout the Old Testament, owls are a recurring symbol of spiritual devastation. Deuteronomy 4:17 - Isaiah 34:11 - Psalm 102: 3 - Jeremiah 50: 39...just to name a few (there's more). The general shape of the metaphor is this: owls are solitary, night-stalking creatures, that let out either mournful cries or terrible shrieks, that inhabit the desolate places of the world...and (this is important) they are unclean.

They represent a despair that is to be shunned, not pitied, because their condition is self-inflicted. You defied God (so the owl signifies), and your punishment is...separation. From God, from others, from the world itself. To call and call and never, ever receive an answer.

Your punishment is terrible, tormenting loneliness.

(and that exact phrase, "tormenting loneliness," doesn't come from me...I'm pulling it from actual debate/academia on this exact topic. The owls, and what they are an omen for. Oof.)

To call yourself a 'companion to owls,' then, is to count yourself alongside perhaps the most tragic of the damned --not the ones who defy God out of wickedness or ignorance, and in exile take up diabolical ends readily enough...but the ones who know enough to mourn what they have lost.

So, that's how the title relates to Job: directly. Of course, all that is just context. The titular "companion to owls," in this case, isn't Job at all.

Because this story is about Aziraphale.

The thing is that Job never actually defied God at all, but Aziraphale does, and he does so fully believing that he will fall.

He does so fully believing that he's giving in to a temptation.

He's wrong about that, but still...he's realized something terrifying. Which is that doing God's will and doing what's right are sometimes mutually exclusive. Even more terrifying: it turns out that, given the choice between the two...he chooses what's right.

And he's seemingly the only angel who does. He's seemingly the only angel who can even see what's wrong.

Fallen or not, that's the kind of knowledge that...separates you.

(Whoooo-eeeeee, tormenting loneliness!!!)

Aziraphale is the companion.

...I don't think I need to wax poetic about Aziraphale's loneliness and grappling with devotion --I think we all, like, get it, and other people have likely said it better anyway. So, one last thing before I stop rambling:

Check out Crowley's glasses.

(screenshots from @seedsofwinter)

Crowley is the owl.

Crowley is the goddamn owl.

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #there's probably a few thousand words more I could say about this but. I think I'll just hang the implications deliciously aloft for now.#something something tfw the embodiment of all your worst fears and self-doubts shows you the only real kindness you've known for centuries #you can't help but love him and you can't help but fear him but above all you TRUST him the way you're supposed to trust God but don't #brrrrrrr #do you think Crowley would vibe with being an omen of spiritual devastation or do you think he would get drunk about it #good omens meta

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johnlockdynamic · 1 year

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some shitface and his girlfriend really invaded my peace and I walked out of the gym crying. who knew it could be so crowded at 10pm. five (5) separate people asked to use my equipment while I was actively trying to take things slow cause my back still feels weird with any angle adjustment. i just don’t want to get injured again. gf asks how many sets I have left on my literal first set of hip thrusts which she SAW ME set up. i tell her a lot and she backs off for a while. four more people ask for my setup. i change my workout to adapt to how crowded it was, then when I finally got the leg press, onto my first set, going as careful as I can so it feels right. shitface asks how many sets I have left. I say a while. he asks if I’ll be done in 10min. I say in 10min definitely. instead of walking away to wait like a normal fucking person he calls his gf over and they stand <1m away from me. I get up to add a plate. he loads the other side for me while making uncomfortable eye contact. i tell him to just take the fucking machine and leave in tears.

#like I know I should have stood my ground but it was already late and this guy was pressuring me so much I couldn’t take it anymore #not exaggerating when I say my workout is the only thing preventing me from offing myself these days it’s my therapy substitute #staves off the crippling loneliness and existential dread and feelings of failure and depression #and everything else about me that is Louis coded #also tripped in some mud walking home so shitty end to a shitty night #cj talks

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