#like it feels like a weights been lifted off my shoulders??
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You should do one where bill fuckes a Freader and overstimulates her cause he’s so sexually frustrated till she uses a safe word and then he takes care of her like a princess 🫶 I love your writing you just might be my new fav writer 🧏♂️ if your not comfortable you defs don’t have to do it <3
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“Melody of Frustration”
Synopsis: Bill, who comes home angry after a disappointing band practice where he kept messing up his singing. His bandmates' teasing adds to his frustration, leading him to take his anger out on his girlfriend..
BRO IK THIS ISNT EXACTLY WHAT U WANTED- BUT I REALLT NEED TO PIST I FEEL BAD (NOT PROOF READ)
Bill stormed into the house, his face flushed with anger and frustration. He had just come from a disastrous band practice where his singing had been off-key and filled with mistakes. To make matters worse, his bandmates had teased him mercilessly, poking fun at his missed notes and laughing at his expense.
As soon as he entered the living room, he saw his girlfriend sitting on the couch, reading a book.
“Hey," I greeted him with a smile, unaware of his mood.
Bill scowled and tossed his shoes off and onto the floor. "Don't 'hey' me," he snapped, his voice sharp with irritation.
I looked up, surprised by his tone. "What's wrong, Bill?"
He paced back and forth, running a hand through his hair. "Everything's wrong! I can't believe how awful I sounded at practice, and then those idiots won't let me forget it."
I frowned, concern clouding my features. "I'm sorry, babe. That sounds really tough."
"You have no idea," Bill muttered, still seething with anger.
Suddenly, without thinking, he lashed out at me. "And what are you doing just sitting there? Why don't you ever understand how I feel?!"
I recoiled slightly, hurt evident in her eyes. "I do understand, Bill. I'm here for you, always."
He immediately regretted his harsh words, realizing he had unfairly taken his anger out on the person who cared about him the most. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just so frustrated."
I nodded, a small smile returning to my face. "It's okay, Bill. We all have our moments. But remember, I'm on your side no matter what."
Bill took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I know, and I'm grateful for that. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
I reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't have to make it up to me, Bill. Just know that I'm here to support you, even on your bad days."
Bill looks at you with teary eyes, his expression full of gratitude and love. "Thank you, love. That means everything to me. I don't deserve you." He leans in and presses his lips against yours gently. "I'm lucky to have you in my life."
I felt Bill’s hands grab me by the waist and pull me closer, then trailed his hands down to my ass. I let out a slight moan as our kiss continued to grow more rough and demanding.
Feeling my body respond to his touch, Bill deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth as his hands squeeze my ass firmly. "God, I want you so fucking bad,"
“Gonna make it up to you love, I promise..” Bill said, just above a whisper as he removed his lips and attached them to my neck.
Bill trails kisses down my neck, nipping at my skin lightly as his hands roam up my body, reaching for the hem of my shirt. He pulls it up over my head, revealing my bare chest and gasps at the sight. "You're absolutely breathtaking, my love."
I covered myself with my arms, a bit embarrassed and shyness of my body takes over; despite Bill’s compliment. Bill notices my hesitation and immediately pulls my hands away from my body, holding them gently in his. "No, don't hide yourself from me, love. You're perfect in every way. I want to see all of you, but only if you're comfortable."
I nod and then glance up at his towering figure, “Please.. I need you.”
Bill's eyes darken with desire as he takes in my words. "Thank god, because I need you too." He swiftly removes his own shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs, before moving his hands to my pants. "May I?"
I nodded again, my eyes watching his movements intensely as i felt my legs get hotter. Bill slowly undoes my pants, sliding them down my legs along with my underwear until i’m standing in front of him completely naked.
“Fuck, you're gorgeous." He leans down and presses a kiss to your stomach, causing you to shiver at the sensation.
With a swift motion, Bill carefully lays me down on the couch, his eyes drinking in every inch of my body as he kneels between my legs. "You're so fucking beautiful." He leans down and presses a kiss to your inner thigh, causing me to gasp at the sensation.
“Oh, bill-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence as I felt his lips suck my clit. My hands gripping his hair as I throw my head back in pleasure.
Bill smirks against my skin, his tongue swirling circles around my clit as he sucks gently. He uses his fingers to tease my entrance, occasionally sliding a finger inside to prepare me for what's to come. "You taste so fucking good, love. Better than I even imagined."
Bill groans against my skin at the feeling of my thighs tightening around his face, the vibrations only adding to my pleasure as he continues to suck and tease my clit with his tongue. "Mmm fuck, you're so fucking wet. And for me, all mine."
I’ve been occasionally moaning, but at this rate im whimpering and letting out loud moans as his fingers move faster in me, curling them to my g-spot with such good memory.
Bill smirks against my skin, his fingers moving faster and faster inside of me as he continues to suck and lick at my clit, his memory serving him well as he expertly curls his fingers to hit your g-spot. "Fuck, come for me beautiful.”
I clenched around his digits as I let out a loud moan, my white juice coating his fingers.
Bill's smirk widens as he pulls his fingers out of me, watching as my white juice coats his fingers. He brings them up to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving yours as he savors the taste. "Mhm- you taste amazing.”
I glance up at him with tired eyes, before bill quickly unbottons his pants and pulls down his jeans; along with his boxers.
Bill's cock springs free, already hard and ready for me. He steps out of his pants and boxers before climbing back onto the couch with me, positioning himself between my legs. "Do you want me to fuck you, baby?"
I nod as I wrap my legs around him, “Fuck Bill, I would want nothing more.” my red cheeks becoming more noticeable as I smile slightly.
Bill lines himself up with my entrance before slowly pushing inside of me, giving a low groan at the feeling of my tightness surrounding him. "Fuck, you always feel so good. But right now, I need to fuck you hard and fast.”
At that moment, Bill speeds up his pace and fucks me dumb. My face completely twists as I feel every inch of him in me. “Mm- Bill!” I moaned, my hands resting on his chest as he takes me rough.
Bill grips onto my hips, pulling me against him with each thrust as he fucks me hard and fast. He watches as my face contorts with pleasure, the moans that leave my lips driving him wild. "God damn, you're so fucking tight. You wasting my cock like that?"
I nod, moans and whimpers leaving my mouth. His name being repeated and repeated, as if it’s the only word i’d ever known.
Bill groans as he feels me starting to tighten around his cock, my moans and whimpers driving him even closer to the edge. He speeds up his pace, fucking me even harder and faster as he feels himself getting closer. "I'm gonna cum, baby. Cum with me."
As if I could tell the future, my juices cover his dick and a ring appears at the bottom of his cock. A loud moan escapes my mouth as I gripped onto his shoulders.
Feeling me tighten around him and my juices coating his cock sends Bill over the edge. He groans loudly as he releases himself inside of me, the ring at the bottom of his cock pulsing as he fills me with his release. "Fuck, baby..”
Bill's breathing is heavy as he collapses on top of me, his sweaty forehead pressed against mine. He pant from the intense orgasm that just ran through him and rest his weight on me. "Shit, babe..”
“Y-You still mad..?” I panted through my heavy breathing.
Bill chuckles and tilts his head to press a soft kiss on my lips before answering. "No, I'm not mad anymore. That dumbass band practice just had me heated, but seeing you like this... It takes all the anger away and just leaves me wanting to give you more..”
I nod, Bill leaning over and kissing the top of my head.
“Round 2?..”
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BYE BRO I LOVE THIS LOWKKKKK
Ok so like i havent posted ina minute.. so idk
#bill kaulitz#tokio hotel#kaulitz twins#tom kaulitz#kaulitz#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz smut#tom kaulitz x reader#tom kaulitz smut
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msby!atsumuxreader || w/c: 1.1k + 1 min of video (yes, video.)
chocolate chip cookies are the way to a guy's heart. (everyone knows that!)
a/n: wow I thought I wouldn't post anything this week, but one really good chocolate cake later, I felt alive. Perhaps Atsumu and I are more similar than I thought.
🔔Please use full screen for the video!
[<-chapter 2][chapter 4->] ||[start from intro][masterlist]
Back when you were still at university, you had a part time job at the campus gym. Legally, you weren’t allowed to call yourself a nutritionist at that point, but that’s what you did. It was never anything complicated— the hardest thing had been managing expectations.
No, you won’t have noticeable muscle definition in a month.
Yes, you’ll need quite a bit longer than a week to lose ten kilos.
That will give you results, but perhaps a more sustainable plan?
So yes, expectations. You’re in a career chock-full of them. You’re good at managing them. Even when it’s hard.
Or so you’d thought.
Can I keep starin’?
(Could it really be that easy?)
With four words, Atsumu Miya had ripped open the top of that flimsy cardboard box you’d oh-so-carefully stuffed your expectations in, and now you were struggling to (convince yourself to) put them back in. For the last few hours, you’ve been fiddling with that metaphorical scotch-tape, not quite daring to believe he could be interested in you— and yet unable to let go of that fantasy.
Was it a fantasy?
You can still picture his flushed-red face, the anticipation and anxiety in his eyes. It wasn’t the kind of look you expected from a flirty joke.
Or…
It's when Osamu has to stop you from trying to grab the piping hot handle of a cast iron pan for the second time that you realise you need to come back to your senses.
“Osamu,” you ask, timidly. “Can I ask you something? It’s about Atsumu.”
Osamu turns down the flame on the burner, and looks at you. His face is neutral— some people went as far as calling those droopy grey eyes of his ‘expressionless’, but you preferred to think of them as steady. Osamu always said it like it was.
He’s going to give you the reality check you so obviously need.
“How stupid am I for thinking I have a chance with Atsumu?”
You brace yourself for a scathing reply. Perhaps, ‘Next time, I won’t stop ya from burning yourself.’ Or maybe, “That oaf? Sorry, the only thing he’s attracted to is balls. Volleyballs, that is.”
What he does instead, is sigh heavily, and a little exasperatedly.
“Did ya two idiots finally figure it out?”
Your heart skips a beat. “What?”
“You heard me,” Osamu says, turning up the flame once more. He stirs the simmering broth as he speaks. “He’s been actin’ stupid all week. And you’ve been actin’ stupid around him for a while.”
Oh. Oh.
There’s no way you’re ever putting those expectations away ever again, because that stupid box is all soggy at the bottom now. Soggy, because the raging mix of relief and happiness swirling around in your chest— the weight lifted off your shoulders because you don’t have to pretend anymore— is making you tear up.
Osamu hears you sniffle.
“Aw, c’mon,” he says, tapping off the broth and setting the spoon beside the stove, “you know he isn’t worth cryin' over.” There’s a cheeky grin on his face, as he brings his large hands up to your face, wiping away the tears. “Want me to beat him up for ya?”
(You think he really might be your best friend.)
“You’re just looking for an excuse to!” You say, pulling his hands away as you laugh.
He holds them up in mock defence. “Hey, two birds and all. Are you going call him?”
You’re already scrambling inside your purse. “I… think I forgot my phone at work.”
He clicks his tongue. “I take it back, yer perfect for each other.”
“Hey!” You say it indignantly, but his words make you feel warm. Perfect for each other. “Can I borrow your phone? Would that be weird?”
“He’d make it weird,” Osamu scoffs. “Just go over.”
“I— I should bring him something.”
He makes an amused expression. “Okay.”
“I don’t know what.”
“Are you asking me for help?”
You make your best puppy face. “Please?”
Osamu sighs. “Well, he’s been complainin’ about those raisin bran cookies for weeks now…”
“I think it would be best if you don’t say anything. Just let it blow over,” the publicist says. She’s using the speakerphone, and her voice sounds far away. Atsumu can hear the clack of keyboard keys in the background. “I mean it, Miya. Log out of everything. No, uninstall everything.”
“Don’t ya trust me even a little bit?” Atsumu asks. He tries to sound teasing, but his heart isn’t in it.
“No,” she says bluntly. The call goes blank.
Atsumu collapses back on to his bed, legs hanging over the edge. He holds his phone up over his face, staring at the ‘call ended’ until the screen turns itself off, and then sighs heavily.
It’s not that he’s worried. She was right, it would blow over. But it would happen again. And he knows that each time, it would chip off a little piece of you; and eventually leave your edges jagged and rough enough to cut.
You’d resent him for it.
Atsumu unlocks his phone. It’s easy enough to find those pictures of you and Osamu again.
You look so happy.
He doesn’t think he was being delusional earlier, he knows there was something more than plain embarrassment in your eyes when you’d looked at him; and yet, he can’t shake the thought that he’s being selfish.
The photo is cropped awkwardly, and he knows you and Osamu are close, but he can’t help but feel disheartened, and then hate himself for feeling like that. Were you two actually seeing each other? Was he meddling in his brother’s happiness, your happiness? What did he have to offer that his brother didn’t, save for the scrutiny of strangers?
The phone buzzes.
His eyes flick up to the notification bar. It’s a DM request from one of his new-found confidantes.
(Well, it's not like I've got anything better to do.)
In that brief moment, Atsumu understands his mother, and her panic at the state of the house when guests were imminent. He even understands, as he turns a couple of the trophies he has on display a few degrees to the left, why she would go around adjusting her many throw pillows in those last few seconds. That time seemed to stretch endlessly.
And then the doorbell rings, and time seems to somehow come to a stop and rush forward at the same time.
Atsumu stumbles on the carpet as he rushes to open the door.
And there you are.
“Hey, Atsumu,” you say, fiddling with the lid of the plastic container in your hands, “can we talk?”
(Wow, he thinks for some reason. I think those are cookies.)
Osamu walked her over because the publicist was calling around to find her, when she couldn't get a hold of reader on her number. He was worried about her going alone. What a prince.
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Tweet images edited from here and Shokubutsu Zukan (by Tsutsumi Kakeru). Had a hard time finding the source for that image lol, it's been used in SO many fic headers. Each time I reverse image searched, If found a slightly less cropped version until it ended as the full page. and then i had to google translate this russian pirated manga site.
next chapter will be the last + I will post a little bonus from the osamu POV. :)
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Hello there I was just curious, would there be anyway where we could get a angsty Pomni x reader scenario? Perhaps the reader could be Pomni’s partner and maybe they get into a argument over something? ( maybe the readers well-bring because they are constantly emotionally drained from taking care of everyone else) Pomni brings it to their attention and the reader argues back that they are completely fine, but then perhaps maybe Pomni says something  she doesn’t mean and then maybe later they can make up and have a lot of cuddles and forehead kisses?
When love is enough
Pomni x Gn! Reader
Hi! I’m sorry if this is too short but I wanted to get this out for you, this has a pet name used (love) I hope that isn’t an issue. Also not as angsty as I wanted lmao but still please enjoy!
"God Pomni it's not that serious!" You shouted tiredly, how did any of this even start, you don't want to argue with her. Pomni was your girlfriend, and you loved her your mind was clouded with exhaustion and anger. Not at Pomni but at the stress you felt, you always worked so hard and took care of everyone else but never considered taking care of yourself causing this entire argument.
"Please, I don't want this to be a fight I just want you to listen..." Pomni confessed sadly, "I'm worried about you, you look burned out, and you're not acting like yourself." She looks at you with a heartbreaking stare full of concern. "I know you like to take care of others, that is one of the things I love about you but this has gone too far. You're neglecting your health Love, please just..just stop, i know you care about others but you have to rest"
As Pomni's words sank in, you felt a pang of guilt. She was right; you had been neglecting yourself in the pursuit of taking care of everyone else. The stress and exhaustion had clouded your judgment, leading to this stupid argument. Taking a deep breath, you softened your tone. "I'm sorry, Pomni. I’m so so sorry" You start to break down, a flurry of emotion hits you as your eyes fill with tears, guilt beating down on you, "You're right, I've been so focused on everyone else that I forgot to take care of myself. I didn't mean to snap at you."
Pomni's expression softened, and she reached out to gently touch your arm. "It's okay, Love. I just want what's best for you."
You sighed, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you realized how lucky you were to have someone who cared for you so deeply, your darling Pomni. "Thank you for being patient with me. I promise to start prioritizing my health and well-being." A small smile tugged at Pomni's lips as she leaned in to give you a tender kiss. "That's all I ask for. We're in this together, okay?"
You nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude fill your heart. "Okay. Together." And with that simple word, you knew that everything would be alright as long as you had Pomni with you.
#pomni x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#the amazing digital circus#tadc pomni#pomni#tadc x reader#tadc pomni x reader#the amazing digital circus pomni#pomni x reader tadc
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i know that no one cares but across the spider-verse genuinely resparked my love of writing, i think.
#i love loki#i'll write about him till the end of time#but the fandom is so fucking toxic and exhausting#i don't think i realized until i started this series how much of a break i needed#like it feels like a weights been lifted off my shoulders??#i can actually sit in front of my computer screen and get the words out#instead of just staring at a blank word doc for three days and crying#it's fucking wild how motivated i am#and i'm just so fucking thankful
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After searching for so long, I finally was able to buy this gorgeous Aikoto Clearfile! It was given as a bonus for those who purchased Falling Down from Tsutaya Records.
I've also shared it on Twitter, HERE.
#aikoto#makoto yuki#aigis#official#posterotp#movies#p3m3#it's probably futile to ask but please don't reupload it ;-;#ahhhh I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders lmao#with this the aikoto archive is basically complete (as far as I know)#I'm missing my other tsutaya grail but at least we have it in good quality so we're good
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dropping more lore because maybe it helps someone and you can learn from my mistakes
for over a year i was friends with this girl from my uni. she’s pretty extroverted and has a lot of friends and welcomed me into her friend group pretty fast. she has always been pretty dominant in every conversation and always took the initiative, she liked planning things and going out. very quickly i became her best friend. and she would do nice things for me like picking me up because she has a car despite me not asking for it
whenever she needed to chat about meaningless stuff or rant about something i was there and i always listened
after a while whenever she offered to drive me somewhere she would end up being almost annoyed about it as if it was a chore, she knew i was a very anxious person and she kind of treated me like a helpless child
whenever i asked if she wanted to hang out at my place she would always cancel last minute and reschedule at her place
i put up with it because she did nice things for me so she’s obviously my friend
she often told me about nice things that she did for others too and she would say she’s an amazing friend and a one of a kind girlfriend, she just loves helping
and if someone crossed her or she just didn’t like someone she painted them as these villains, cursing them out all the time, she was even capable of ruining someone’s life if she hated them enough
i opened up to her, i told her that i have really bad anxiety which stems from my mom abusing me both physically and emotionally
at the beginning of the year she started having some health issues and she was anxious about it so she just kept talking about it, she would tell anyone who would listen her entire history of medical issues even during breaks in between classes. i was going through some health issues as well but she wasn’t very interested in that because the world is just so unfair to her
she also got close with this other girl from my group who i just couldn’t stand, she’s extremely lazy and uses me every chance she gets, never studies, never puts any effort into anything and just uses people to do work for her
my friend decided that all three of us are going to hang out at her place and initially i agreed but eventually i told her that the other girl was making me uncomfortable and i don’t want to do that
and honestly that just opened the gates
she got so angry that she had to cancel the meeting, honestly she cared more about that than her friend making me uncomfortable
she wrote a whole page long essay telling me exactly what is wrong with me, pointing out all of my flaws, making fun of my anxiety and telling me my problems aren’t real and i shouldn’t be surprised that people treat me like a child, how dare i complain about something like this, i’m never assertive and it’s my fault and now i’m being ungrateful because she’s such an amazing friend, she did so much for me, she deserves my trust and respect now
i never replied
if you take one thing away from this stupid rant please look at the signs because narcissists love anxious people, they will help you and take care of you just to hold it over you, to create this image of themselves and be admired and the second you go against them they will ruin you
please stay safe out there and don’t let people walk all over you
#i thought i would feel really bad but#when she wrote that message and i knew the friendship was over i felt so light#i was walking down the street smiling#i felt like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders#please if anyone makes you feel bad or small just cut them off#i know it’s difficult#but that’s the kindest thing you can do for yourself#and if you need to talk i’m here#personal
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Autism diagnosis confirmed baybey
#autismposting#actually autistic#actuallyautistic#im exhausted but feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders#now to work out how to make my life a little easier
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whenever i'm sad i start thinking about raiden, then suddenly i am on cloud nine
#raiden mgs#raiden mgr#metal gear solid#he makes me feel things#its like heavy weight has been lifted off of my shoulders
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Wanted to illustrate what it feels like having depression and I think ever since I got this piece out, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder. I am still seeking therapy to make sure I get myself in check with my mental health. Its been helping a lot.
#my art#illustration#illustrators on tumblr#artists on tumblr#I feel like idk like its such a hard way to express how i feel but it really does feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulder#and I feel somehow like...letting go of my past a little bit#which it a good thing!!!
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FINISHED THE FUCKIN ANIMATION RAHHH
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Walked into work and aaaaaall the clothing tables were plastic wrapped so that you couldnt get into the boxes beneath the tables bc they counted those for inventory and we all were like "I LIKE IT, we should keep it this way."
So that was fun, but I also nearly had an aneurysm at work bc the manager had told me to count the men's jeans but put them so each sku number is separate. Say okay I'll do it when I finish recovering my table (since no one else will and I only had the Sharter's and the horrible store brand baby sets that make me wanna scream)
So I start sorting the jeans and I'm scanning the 32s and huh there's 2 skus for this color... okay start sorting them... then I'm like okay well do I leave it dark to light like she has them (which is wrong) or do I just do the 32's skus in piles then the 34's? Go ask RC. She says leave the colors. Okay back to sorting... there's some sizes with 4 skus, I only have so much space and theres like 6 sizes not to mention 2 colors so that's like 48 piles... go get RC
We both agree it would be faster if we can just scan each one in individually (like we've done in the past....) but we go to call the manager... who went home an hour ago 😑
We figured out a system kinda... but I dont have faith that customers wont fuck it up and I KNOW NewLady (who called off) will have a fucking FIT with us me fucking up her shit and it's like first of all blame the manager and second of all, inventory fucks everything up for everyone, welcome to hell.
And that was only one brand of jeans... I didn't even try with the others and the mens pants basically ALL have fucked up skus like Gray Pant #5 small is one and Gray Pant #5 medium is another ect AND it's super fucking fun when you get to these two store brand pants that look kinda similar but are clearly marked as Pant Type A and Pant Type B, and she just... puts them together like they're the same shit. Idk if she can't see and won't admit it or what but it's like whatever the issue theres help for that... or you could just go back to retirement if your eyes give you that much trouble with your job (if I could retire I sure as hell wouldnt be working retail for funsies. Especially when she has beef with everyone)
ANYWAY inventory should be fun.... 😑
#marquilla#work talk#ive been praying that god gives us the strength to deal with NewLady AND that she behaves bc that woman would pick a fight with the mirror#for looking at her wrong i stg#anyway i grabbed my scanner this morning and the first notification on the screen was that she called off and i stg i felt a weight lift off#my shoulders 😭 i walked in like the vibes are off... i have a REAL bad feeling ab today.... knowing it would be bc of her but NO! :D
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hot girls will randomly get out of bed at 1:45 am to clean out their entire closet (it’s me, i’m hot girls)
#caroline talks#COULDN’T SLEEP. DECIDED THAT NOW WAS THE PERFECT TIME TO DUMP ALL THE CLOTHES I’LL DONATE TOMORROW (later today)#on the one hand: oh thank god i feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders#on the other hand: oh dear i just chucked out so many shirts…#but also: realizing i still adore and can style some of my old clothes is a plus#anyways.#drunk caroline 🤝 sleep-deprived Caroline#being really oddly productive for no fucking reason#becaus in addition to dumping out my closet i also schedule sent an email. what about that.
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hey uhhhh i think i just learned how to feel my feelings. I was sad and i talked it through with myself for a few minutes and now i feel like genuine relief???? wtf why have i been repressing my emotions for so long
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deleted the post about my ex bc he very well could send his friends to my blog to ask me why I blocked him and I don’t wanna take any chances. i don’t think i have to change my url rn bc i rlly don’t think he knows this one but if it suddenly changes then that’s why.
still blocked him on literally everything though and after 12 years of being victimized by him, I’ve taken back my agency and said enough’s enough, we’re done.
am i currently extremely paranoid that he’ll send his friends to my house or he’ll come here himself or send me a letter asking why I’ve ceased contact with him? and that he might find my blog and harass me? oh fucking absolutely. is that stopping me? absolutely fucking not. I’m tired of being abused and it’s finally time to close the book on that last part of my life before grandma’s death.
i hope i made you proud, grandma.
i’m finally fucking free
#she wanted nothing more than to see him get arrested#unfortunately that won’t happen but this is the best i can do#will i eventually tell my whole story? i have no idea#the things I remember will stay with me for the rest of my life and haunt me until i die#until i feel like im ready i wont say everything#bc SO much more happened to me while i was with him that i never even dared to post here#and a handful of things i wont even tell my therapist#im finally fucking free#i feel like a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders
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i always joked that journaling doesn’t solve all of your problems like therapists act but jesus christ it really does help when you’re so bottled up.
#i always just keep things in my internal monologue and i don’t do anything about them#but something about the new year i started journaling but in my own way#i just started writing prose and i literally feel like a weights been lifted off my shoulders#like one final piece in moving on that i needed
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