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i do not think that anyone should be expected to have to do anything while they're Realizing and Reckoning. my boss should call me and say "why aren't you at capitalism?" and i would reply "it is because i have been Realizing many things." "oh i am so sorry," my boss would say, "here have $500000 per hour you dont have to do anything." "boss," i would say, "i have also been Reckoning with the reality of my life." "oh god," my boss would say, "oh god." "yes," i would reply. "oh god."
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belovedapollo · 1 month
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todays thoughts about how my mother loves god more than she loves me 🗡️ reblog is ok, don’t repost / use
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thequietabsolute · 1 year
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:: want to hear one of my favourite pieces of trivia? In Kafka’s 200th letter to Felice Bauer he asked, ‘Can you actually read my handwriting?’
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hillbillyoracle · 2 years
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Some personal notes on managing different relationships
So I’m currently trying to process how to do boundaries in relationships where people have clearly been harmful but I can’t remove them from my life. I’m disabled so I don’t have the liberty of just up and leaving or kicking people out entirely. Maybe someday it’ll change but it is what it is for now.  
I found myself thinking about all the controls social media platforms have to controlling people’s level of access to you and I wished I could have something similar in real life. And it hit me - why not? Like I can’t set all the terms but I can set some of them. So I jotted down the notes below.
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I’ve been thinking on this kind of thing for a long time but I realized I had this deep fear of hurting people or being perceived as cruel. But beyond just knowing intellectually that I don’t owe people my time and energy, it took really sitting with the fact that true kindness can only spring from a genuine place of compassion and that it’s unskillful to practice beyond my current level. 
My current level requires some measure of distance for some people in order to protect my compassion for them. They may not like that. But tending to that sensory social pain, trying to prevent it through being agreeable and giving them what they want - that’s only going to feed their attachment to narratives and patterns that harm them. 
Maybe in the future I can be closer to people who are harmful but in the meantime:
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So I hope this sparks some ideas for someone else. Open to good faith thoughts from others too. 
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kayystudiess · 7 months
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Friday September 22nd 🖤
Rainy days and reading for me 🤍 hope everyone has had a wonderful day <3
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jtargaryen18 · 9 months
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Okay, the cooking thing continues lol Was watching Ratatouille with the kids over the weekend and the younger one asked if we could make the titular dish. I said sure. Then I panicked. Yeah, me make something like that? No way... No.
But, this morning I got up and looked up the recipe. The only reason I even tried it is because most of the ingredients are out in my garden. All except the onions and garlic - but the hubby always has those on hand. And eggplant. When I first learned to garden, I learned my region isn't the best for growing eggplant and people try to grow them anyway to keep bugs from eating everything else. It does work, btw. But the squash, zucchini, tomatoes, bell pepper, parsley, and basil? I had those.
It didn't look like much but it was good. 🤷‍♀️
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I'll work on presentation next time.
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knightmareaceblue · 1 year
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Atychiphobia - Fear of Failure
I’ve been working on this for a while. It’s a little different from what I usually do, so tell me what you think!
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cinefairy · 1 year
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sacred experiences
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we categorise our experiences in little compartments. for example, i was rollerskating for the first time and i fell. i put that experience in the back of my head, locked with a key and labelled it ‘embarrassing’ id come home and find myself in my bed replaying the scene of that one embarrassing moment over and over again until all i could feel was shame.
and i look back and all i can think about is why? i was young, i was skating for the first time & as one normally does when trying for the first time in life i failed but i approached this failure as something that should ruin me forever; as a reminder that i should be embarrassed forever.
there was another time where i was on a first date with my boyfriend, he made this weird noise whilst it was dead-quiet and we both stopped eating and started laughing so hard to the point where we couldn’t even function properly, our meals were getting cold but we didn’t care because we were enjoying each other’s companies so much.
i keep this memory in the back of my mind and i label it ‘love’, a memory that i’ll continue to cherish. i reap every emotion of that night as a sweet sentiment.
to me, that is the beauty of life. i can use these experiences and i can learn from them.
with these experiences i’ll be able to find myself in new places, new wonders, new thoughts, new people...new everything and soon enough those experiences will materialise into beautiful locked memories inside my mind.
there’s no value in labelling situations good or bad— one way or another, they help me navigate myself. i learn more about myself everyday, it’s a thing i cherish.
so with this new revelation— i shall keep on living. i shall continue to live my life shamelessly, i’ll find new people to have a deep connection with and we’ll share each others thoughts.
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sapphicacademic · 8 months
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every semester I tell myself i'll switch to lighter notes backgrounds, and every semester it's a lie.
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Hey 👋 I am a new, who is excited to read your story, and meet the ROs ( i am in love with Law)
Anyways if you haven’t already answered this before, how would the ROs react to the Mc saying that they(ROs) were in their dream while blushing and can’t keep eye contact?
Rbglish isn’t my first language, so if something is wrong, sorry.
/ have a good day/night 🫶
Hi Anon! and welcome fellow Law Romancer ^^ Also I didnt even notice that its not your first language too, you're good 🥰. Thank you for the support <33
ROS reacting to MC dreaming about them:
Assuming MC and the ROs are both in the crushing stage 🫢
Diesel: Would raise his eyebrow at you in amusement before grinning. "Oh? What kind of dream is it?" He'd ask you, clearly pleased at seeing your blushing face. He won't stop teasing and pestering you to admit, and when you do, he'd be worked up but won't say it. "You should dream only of me."
Seth: Blush and fold!! "You dreamt about me?" Would also panic at seeing your reaction. "Well to be fair, I had a lot of dreams about you too." He'd confess, his hand rubbing the back of his nape, avoiding eye contact. Seth avoids speaking more of it because he is afraid he might say too much about it but nonetheless someone is going to sleep elated.
Az: "What dream was it?" He'd genuinely ask but seeing your reddening face and you can't seem to look at his face would get some ideas in his head. "W-well that's completely normal." Az would say, assuring you and you can't help but notice him stutter and his ears a bit red, since you've started spending time with him this was the first time you've seen it. "...especially now we're always working together." He quietly continues, still not looking and something the way he says it, suggests its not only you dreaming about him. Could it be he had dream about you too?
Grant: "Interesting..." He'd just say, he won't say anything more but with the way he was looking at you feels like something in him changes. You'd notice him be more clingy towards you and gets your attention. Starts dropping more hints that he likes you.
Leon: "Then I hope it was good dream." He'd say, smiling at you softly but seeing your reaction gets him flustered. He clears his throat awkwardly. "It's fine, its normal to dream about... that" Although, he is curious and interested but won't ask you more about it. Leon is secretly pleased you dreamt about him and it makes his day.
Markus: He grins at your reaction. "Please, I have all day. Tell me all about it." Markus would be elated and even light heartedly joke with you. "We can make that a reality, if you want. I'd be happy to provide you any service."
Dom: Would reassure you that its fine to dream about him but deep inside is freaking out. You had dreams of him?! Has so many questions. "Do- do you want to talk about it? I mean, no pressure of course" but is dying to know. You may have occupied his mind but now he can't deny it anymore.
Isla: Teases you about it when seeing your reaction and when she sees you had enough of her teasing bc it makes you so shy, she'd tone it down or try to differ the conversation to her. "You know I had a dream once that you were very jealous when I was dating an ex..." She smiles at seeing your pouting lips, she taps it with her finger lightly, she stares back at your eyes, longingly. "-and it made me happy that you wanted me." The last line has you almost holding your breathe.
Conrad: "Hey, no need go get shy." He smiles at you affectionately. Conrad pulls your hand away from your face to get a good look of you. "Hearing you say you dream of me makes me so damn happy and to be fair you're a dream come true to me." You almost snickered at his flirtation attempt and almost pull away but Conrad gently stops you. "What? Its the truth!" You shake you head at his antics sometimes but its one of the reason you've been enamored to him.
Law: He invited you for a dinner at his place, sitting down in his expensive sofa, nervous you'll spill your drink but he only rolls his eyes at you playfully, "Its just a drink. It'll be easy to clean them."
Which still didn't help as you're even more nervous, you blurt out your dream of him that starts like this and somehow it spiraled to you almost confessing to a direction of the said dream that you've swear to bring with you to the grave, you look back to see Lawrence only staring at you in turn before blinking rapidly, he turns to his head to the side, covering his mouth with the back of his palm and you almost wanted the ground to swallow you up, waiting for him to laugh or make fun of you, so you looked down on your lap and waited for a sound but he didn't.
Curiously, you raised your head slowly to see him in the same position but he was now looking at you. You raised your eyebrows to see him openly blushing. It was the first time to see him like this. All because of you? You can't help but urge to tease him, you start to grin.
"Don't."
He warns you, dropping his hand. "Or what?" you answer back lightly and he starts smirking, getting close to you, causing your grin to drop, oh no. Law smirking is never a good combination for you (and your heart)
"I'll kiss you."
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note and an update:
didnt meant to have a bit more part for lawrence but i had to write it as it kept rolling!! :)) anyway, thank you for reading. i was able to practice writing, even if its short.
im also waiting for the hospital ill be deployed so im still a bit on edge and the preparations. august certainly became more of a busy month for me but i want to thank you for being here and supporting even if i post sometimes now, your patience means a lot! as long as i am still active here then writing will continue + all asks will also be answered (even if its slow 🥲)
thats all! 💗
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Recently, I've been imagining getting to sit on Pinhead's lap, one hand petting me, whilst the other holds open a poetry book he's reading out loud.
Like they didn't even offer to read the book, they just started reading from it for their S/O out of nowhere.
Idk she just feels like a "show don't tell" kinda person. 💗
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20. The things you said I wasn't meant to hear; Vashwood
I am feeling soft and squishy this morning, so ignore how long it's been since you sent in this ask and enjoy These Two Dipshits. Inspired by me nearly giving myself hypothermia.
Vash woke up feeling amber-warm and soft. He'd worked himself to the bone the day before, caught in torrential rains that sent mudslides thundering down the hills towards the town. Hours of slinging sandbags and bracing rickety synth wood posts that swelled and burst in the rain with Wolfwood at his side.
Once they'd stemmed the tide, Wolfwood had taken one look at Vash and slung him over his shoulder, saying he looked like a drowned cat. Vash hadn't argued, the downpour sapping his strength and leaving him shivering. He hadn't protested as Wolfwood dragged him bodily into the inn and into their shared room, peeling him out of his sodden leathers and calling him a "sad, skinny onion". Vash's only response had been a wet sneeze.
Since they'd forgone their heroes' feast, one of the servers brought up two plates and hot buttered rum, with a thank you note signed by the patrons. Wolfwood bullied him into eating, even as every bite felt like chewing through bricks and he feared passing out with a mouthful of macaroni.
He didn't really remember falling asleep, and didn't care. He was pressed against Wolfwood's side, barely aware of the world around them. The only thing he could make out with any certainty was the soft hum of his voice.
"Needle-noggin," he murmured. "The needliest noggin. Vash the Stampede. The Humanoid Typhoon. Nah, not a typhoon. Cen't even stand a little rain. Shivery beanpole. Featherhead. How is your hair so soft when you put all'a that shit in it, huh?" He ran a hand lightly over Vash's hair. "Soft as your heart. I swear, you'd still be out there helpin' if I hadn't dragged your sorry ass in." He rambled, saying whatever popped into his head. "Needle-noggin. My needle-noggin."
His.
Vash was his.
Wolfwood kept on, voice barely above a whisper. "Milly calls folks honey. Are you a 'honey'? Sweet enough to be. Sweet to me." He aimlessly brushed his knuckles along Vash's shoulder. "You'd laugh if I called you that, though. Call me a sap. Maybe I am."
It was a good thing that Vash's face was buried under the blanket. His cheeks were red hot.
"Honey," Wolfwood whispered, voice still gravelly from sleep. "Sweetheart. You got a big, sweet heart, doncha, darlin'?" He kept gently stroking Vash's shoulder, fingers tracing the length of his stump.
Vash was going to die.
Wolfwood curled up close to him, wrapping him in his arms. "Let's sleep the day away. I'm still cold as hell, and we've got nowhere to be. Whaddya say?"
"Okay."
He felt Wolfwood freeze, all of the gooeyness leaving him at once.
"Spikey."
Vash kept his face pressed into Wolfwood's ribs, his eyes squeezed shut. "M?"
"How long have you been awake?" Wolfwood's voice was taut with embarrassment.
He shrugged. "Dunno. I'm still really out of it." He tried to keep his voice blamelessly breezy. When he shifted his head up to finally look at Wolfwood, he saw that his face was a deep crimson. "Thanks for staying with me."
Wolfwood deflated, clearly thinking he was in the clear. "'Course, needle-noggin."
Vash grinned. "And by the way, my hair's so soft because I use conditioner."
He laughed as Wolfwood shoved him off the bed.
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belovedapollo · 9 months
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23rd of July; why we hide in the dark 🌚 reblog ok, don’t repost
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thequietabsolute · 1 year
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by Friedrich Seidenstücker
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lostmf · 9 months
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moonshine-4 · 11 months
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Primavera artificial
Decías que quererme te dolía,
pero solamente tu dolor veías
y ni en cuenta caías
que a mí también,
quererte me dolía.
Me culpaste de no poder cuidar el jardín;
y que tenías que hacerlo por mi,
para así evitar
que las flores empezaran a marchitar ...
No esperaste la llegada de la primavera
y usaste una artificial,
a pesar de decirte que el invierno iba a pasar...
El presentimiento latente de un desastroso final,
no se hizo esperar...
y dijiste al final,
que te cansaste de regar ...
Yo no deseaba un salvador,
ni un protector,
mucho menos
un cuidador,
solamente quería
a quién alguna vez me entendió.
Moon dark
No me escucharás, ni me leerás, dudo que llegues a ver este escrito, pero al menos no me quedaré con esto guardado. Es increíble como las amistades también pueden herirte más que una decepción amorosa ...
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