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femmefatalevibe · 8 months
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How do you get over someone you haven’t dated?
I’ve found the most productive way to get over someone you’ve never dated is to turn the experience into a self-discovery exercise. Take out a pen and paper or open up a fresh Word document on your computer to journal about the following:
What qualities initially drew you to this person? What about your interactions or observations in their presence made them alluring? 
How do this person’s character, mannerisms, and actions align with the traits you’re looking for in a partner/relationship? Did you uncover new attributes that you never knew you were looking for before when interacting with this person? Write these down and add them to your dating criteria. Refine and elevate your standards. 
Reflect on why you didn’t end up dating – was it a logistical inconvenience, incompatibility in your lifestyle, perspectives, interests, or personalities? Understanding why it didn’t work out can help you better identify your deal breakers and help you mind-map interactions or plan dates/conversation starters in the future. 
Indulge in the fantasy fully in a productive way. Use this practice to satisfy yourself emotionally and enable self-growth from the experience. 
Hope this helps xx 
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circinuus · 1 year
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i'm so done with dazai, im so SICK look at his stupid expression and his stupid cheeks and his stupid round ahh eyes i want him OFF of my life, hes so ridiculous, hes so silly, hes so scrunkly, so holdable, so huggable, so cuddleable, i'm gonna shower him with kisses and affection and-
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apalapucian · 14 days
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lily shows them around cokeworth after breakfast. they go to the factories (all closed now), the playground, the riverbank where she and snape used to play as kids. she talks about the place like — like it's this inconvenient, small place to have lived in, but she grew up in it, and try as she might to hide it, the fondness isn't lost on james. he notices all the stolen wistful glances at the swings, the lingering pats on tree trunks. she talks like this about the things she loves. he makes a mental note to visit cokeworth with her more often.
they lie down on a grassy slope under the shade of a willow tree, the noon-sun filtering in through the leaves and landing gold and blinding on lily's hair. the river lights' reflections dance on the branches overhead; it reminds him of the way the chandelier lights shifted last night, and it feels like forever ago. his head is on lily's lap, more than enough room for his stretched legs this time, and she idly plays with his hair while they all hummed the hogwarts song under their breaths.
the thought shoots up in his head again — this is enough this is enough this is all i want...
"i'm hungry now," says peter. no one answers. the sound of the burbling river is hypnotic, an afternoon lullaby, and james finds himself distracted by a vision (dream?) of a small girl zooming in and out of the sky on a miniature broomstick, a junior version of the model he last played with in hogwarts. messy black hair, green eyes.
i wanna ask him to marry me.
the little girl laughs exactly like lily.
— i love you, just like this (read on ao3) // (writing tag)
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russalki · 7 days
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Oh how peculiar she felt. On Saturday night her everyday soul was lost, and how good it was to lose it, and as a sole memento from those former days her small hands, so mistreated. And this burst of laughter? that burst of laughter coming mysteriously from her full, white throat, a burst of laughter coming from the depth of that sleep, and the depth of that assurance of one who possesses a body.
— Clarice Lispector, “Daydream and Drunkenness of a Young Lady”; from The Complete Stories (tr. Katrina Dodson)
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kyouka-supremacy · 1 year
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I am physically unable to get invested in sskk modern aus because literally no modern setting can match the inherent romanticism born from the premise of falling in love with the same person who cut off your leg at your first encounter
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ihateitheretaylor · 1 year
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We were in a daze learning each other's shapes...tracing shadows of rain down your back, oh-oh...kisses on your body in my memory, baby, nothing comes close. -Summer of love by Shawn Mendes and Tainy[x]
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burntoutuserboxes · 2 years
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[This user daydreams too much.]
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j-ellyfish · 6 months
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He's just some guy™ but I'm obsessed nonetheless q//w//q <3
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diagonal-queen · 1 year
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help??? i posted one of kyusaku's mayoi things on instagram and said his outfits were always so gender and MY MOTHER LIKED IT??? I HAVENT COME OUT TO HER YET ABOUT MY GENDER??? is this a good sign im scare
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blue-madd · 7 months
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"I know my paravain was the worst but he died and went to a different universe to try to get my parame Sky back but he realized alt/Sky wasn't like his Sky so he came back to life in the main paracosm but totally different because travelling so far through time/space fucked him up and costed him his memory so like he's not good now but he's doing his best and this new him is actually pretty nice and he really regrets everything he did so like maybe he doesn't deserve a happy end but I think he deserves a break" is not something I thought I'd ever say but here we go
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nasiathevixen · 1 year
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moinsbienquekaworu · 1 year
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The true pain of reading a good AU is you want more of these specific guys but that characterisation only exists in the one specific fic/series
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bells-of-black-sunday · 4 months
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Danny - modern verse
♠ - for a nightmare ♦ - for a dream from childhood ♥ - for a sex dream/wet dream ♣ - for a daydream
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I know the meme exists, but every time I need to find it I can't so I made my own on my prompt blog | Accepting
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♠ - for a nightmare
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Danny was sitting in his room, the humid Florida air was chilled beyond what he would even comprehend as normal. No this wasn't his apartment. This was his childhood bedroom. The antlers still on the wall and the corner torn posters of horror movies still barely clung to the tape that kept them there. He was already stressed. He shouldn't be here. For all the years he had spent doing grueling tasks and drills, he never once felt like he belonged in that home. Not since... He walked through the dark hall that felt more like a run in a slaughter house as he made his way to the living room.
It was so dark. Normally he'd find comfort in that, it meant people were asleep. His dad was asleep, but this.... this was just unnerving now. The eerie fluorescent glow from the kitchen made itself clear the closer he creeped down the hall and the closer he got the more that dark pit formed in his stomach and the more he didn't want to walk, but sill he persisted. Stopping in the doorway he seen it. The tattered dress that clung to a familiar frame. The blood that pooled endlessly.... He awoke with a start. Sitting straight up in bed and panting as he checked the clock. Oh... right. This was the fog. He couldn't even take a nap without something fucking it up.
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♦ - for a dream from childhood
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Danny always had the same reoccurring dream where he was trying to find someone or get home. Though no matter how hard he tried, he never was able to before he woke up. Dreams that left him frustrated and unable to really do anything with, at least nightmares he could write down what points scared him and incorporate them into his own writing, but... those dreams had nothing. They were empty. Meaningless. They just existed to disrupt his rest and make the rest of his day miserable from the exhaustion.
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♥ - for a sex dream/wet dream
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How many times had he had dreams like this? Where the blood pooled between his fingertips and matted the white locks that he pet ever so gently. Robin was a pretty fox and like most pretty foxes- they get skinned and worn around some rich woman's neck. The killers fingers moved back to caress his face staring into those pretty green irises as if they were made of sea glass. He wanted to keep one. Yet even as the knife was pulled from his fiancé's ribs he never made a move for his face. Rocking their hips together like he could invade his wounds and know him deeper than he could ever know himself. It tasted sweet against his lips-
The killer's eyes slowly fluttered open at the sign of his alarm.... How unfortunate he was starting to like that one.
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yumejo · 5 months
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about madayu, who's most likely to drag along the other 24/7? :33
definitely yuna!
before she met madara, she often had daiju (the family's first lieutenant) bring her places—and she still does but he simply acts more as a chauffeur now.
—now that she has more freedom than before, there's constantly new places she wants to visit!! and when yuna says she wants to go somewhere, her first thought is to take madara with her; and he always, always goes along with it when he doesn't have work. he wants her to have fun, after all~
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tellhound · 1 year
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i miss you more than i can even express. <3
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blackroseraven · 7 months
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Today was a day.
Got up. The poor dog has peed everywhere. He is feeling very sick and hasn't been eating, but he's been drinking a lot of water at least and it means. Well, water makes you pee.
So left late because we had to clean up lots of dog pee. hooray.
Got there lateish, but. All the horses were still inside, because there was a private lesson going on in the arena. I started on putting them out, and I think partner and I put out most, if not all of them ourselves.
It was nice, though. Nice to poke all the horses, see how they're doing. Get my face eaten by Shark.
We mucked. Chilton shoved his face into mine. I discovered the Pasos have been pooping in the stall they've been huddled up in together for like three days and no one's cleaned it out. OH. And Crazy Dave was extremely unhappy about the state of Daydreamer's stall and complained at me and demanded I fix it.
I just shrugged and said okay and went on with my business.
Crazy Dave is, well, a little crazy, a little... mentally disabled? But he's functional enough to do basic care for his horse and ride his bike around town and live with some assistance, so. Part of it is honest difficulty, part of it is because he's learned he can get away with a lot.
So if you just disengage he huffs and returns to his horse or tries to find someone else to complain to.
I rode Quattro after I cleaned stalls. He did pretty good overall: had a few grumpy moments, but we worked through them. Honestly, it was just nice to be able to cool down with my horse.
And then before we left, Daydreamer wandered into his stall, stared right at me, and peed all over the fresh pile of bedding.
horses are also assholes sometimes.
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