Wow, the tags are a mess. I hope you have a better day than me.

Your plants are gorgeous, utterly striking! [holding up one of them]

Amazing display of photosynthesis!

[Picks up another]

Lovely leaves-

I Could Go On For Hours.

I’m sure you could, but that doesn’t mean you should

I thought you were the one

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fuck i am still so heartbroken still crying often and it's just not fair you never had to bear being alone in it bc you had me and now you just get to be happy by replacing me immediately it's so fucked why do you get to be happy and i am fighting not to kill myself every goddamn day

So many intentions came out after people saw 1 photo with another tiktoker. It hurts to watch people show me there was no friendship there, just an agenda. Regardless, thank you for the support and advice.

For the people who really just want to see me grow from my aspirations and cheer on my hard work, I'm looking forward to meeting yall one day 🥰

From the job offers, to the free consultations on how to perfect my platforms, to regularly trying to inspire me when I feel down, thank you 💝

hey spotify! wheres the cashola?

iiiii have a reply im supposed to be writing for @tenebriism cause theirs is next on the list

but atem is loud as all get out and im trapped

send help

“It kinda feels personal.” | for @catws-anniversary ♡

um uh uh um. so. did anyone else used to follow Nate Stevenson's D&D campaign drawings back in the day or-

Just watched boys night. Will never be normal again.

I thought you'd have more petals then thorns, that's all.

Nico saying that Lewis gives his daughters boxes of presents every Christmas just got caught in my mind.

Imagine you were a mixed race boy born in Hertfordshire, different from everyone else around you. Bullied in school, being raised by your father to compete in a sport where money is very much of essence and you and your family do not have a lot of it. And then you meet this other boy who comes from the kind of life you dream to live one day. You're friends and fierce competitors. You find solace in each other. You visit Monaco for the first time with your friend, dreaming up the life you will have when you make it, when you beat out of the mould that the world thought it could capture you in.

And then you two grow through the ranks and you're at the pinnacle of your sport and you have what it takes to win and the world recognises that you can win. And you win. You win with your friend and fiercest competitor by your side fighting with you for those wins, and this fighting ruins something something that was valuable to both of you when you were still innocent and unsullied by life.

But despite everything that went into the doing and undoing of this relationship, you still realise that this person you once called a friend has a life and family beyond your bitter dynamic. He has children, and children need love and affection and good memories. And you're a better man now so you understand that. So you make sure the kids get gifts on Christmas. And you make sure of it every year. Afterall, if you met someone you loved deeply when you were both kids, wouldn't you feel a pang of nostalgia when they had kids. Wouldn't you try to extend the warmth that you couldn't find for your friend to his children. Afterall, whatever happens during childhood basically remains with you forever.

I feel bad in a like, I'm raining on a parade way but I see so many posts idealizing living with one's friends that I worry we are gonna lose track of the fact that it's perfectly okay if you discover you are incapable of living with a specific person and that doesn't have to change your relationship with them or make it less loving/meaningful.

Like I have discovered the hard way that I could not live with my best friend and I also then discovered that I can't live with my bother, but now that we live separately I have(or had in the case of my friend, as they passed away) perfectly happy, healthy, and BETTER relationships with them. For a lot of reasons(habits, mental illnesses, personal standards, ect.) we just constantly butted heads when sharing a living space and it's good that we decided to live apart rather than continue to live together and just deal with all that butting of heads until we hated one another.

So yes the nuclear family modle is bullshit and yes humans are social creatures and yes it's easier to raise kids/pay bills/ect. when you live with other people AND YES it's really great to live with your friends or other people you care about and BUT it's the mark of a mature person to be able to acknowledge that your needs regarding a living space are incompatible with someone else's needs and that the two of you would be much happier being friends who live separately from one another. Just like, keep that in mind if you do find yourself in a place where you can live with a bunch of your friends. You aren't doing things wrong or a bad person or broken if you discover that living with some or all of them is just impossible for you, and you guys can absolutely still be friends despite that, and in fact will likely be better friends for accepting it.

steve did not bully eddie in "the past" steve was a grade below him for 3 out of 4 years of his high school career freshman steve heard this weird loudass sophomore talking w his friends at 100 decibels in the hallway about fighting elves in the woods or something (steve did not know what larping was nor care to find out) and then he went to class bc are you insane hes not fucking w a sophomore you dont normally fuck w people ahead of your grade especially if they yell at people and wear chains and get into fights in the woods (with elves?) and you dont even have classes w them. you dont even care much about them in the first place beyond passing gossip like HAVE YOU GUYS EVER BEEN IN HIGH SCHOOL. sorry. anyway.

then steve keeps catching this guy in his periphery over the next two years shouting about board games and controversial food opinions and metal bands that steve likes a few songs from but could not ever imagine giving that much of a shit about. like at all. and by (steve's) year 3 the motherfucker is bouncing off the walls giving speeches about what the hell ever and saying he cant fucking WAIT to get out of this FUCKED UP PLACE!!!! YEP ITS TRUE IN LESS THAN ONE MEASLY YEAR ILL BE SAYING MY SWEET SWEET GOODBYES TO THIS BRAINLESS CONFORMIST PRISON!!!! and hardly anyone reacts beyond rolling their eyes or snickering to their friends about it and this includes steve because who cares literally who cares. this guys been causing a ruckus since the beginning of time and hes weird and unpredictable and not worth trying to shove in a locker he would probably evade the attack anyway like a nimble mouse or squirrel he might even try to bite you. and steve didnt shove anybody in lockers in the first place so who cares and yeah he has pretty eyes and a funny way of talking and moving around but WHO CARES

and then steve goes through the first round of nightmarish shit that would become a yearly ordeal and then wraps up junior year in a perfectly normal not haunted whatsoever fashion. and then hes a senior and in his subtly cringefail era (ongoing) and that freak guy is STILL HERE for some reason and kinda pissed off and possibly a bit devastated about it so okay great now steve has a few classes with this angry weirdo loudguy but. crucially. he has had a lot of OTHER SHIT to deal with lately (MONSTERS ARE REAL) (GIRL DIED IN HIS POOL) (GF RESENTS HIM) (HAS NO FRIENDS) (COLLEGE APPS) so the only effect eddie's constantly loudmouthed & often unwarranted input during class ever has is that it adds a little flavor to the constant metaphorical and literal headache of steves life.

and then he goes through round 2 of shit and finishes his senior year with little hope for a satisfying future ahead of him and never once thinks about that guy again except when his fellow grads whisper about oh my godd did you hear that the freak flunked out again hahaha and yep sure enough eddie's not there at the graduation ceremony. and he thinks huh i wonder what his fucking problem is and then he MOVES ON. the end. thats the extent of """their past""" at least in terms of any actual interactions btwn the two of them i promise okay listen to me. i was there

no it's fine this mind flayer is totally my friend and 100% honest with me all the time it's ok it likes me everything's so normal