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joselandsallee · 2 years
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And in just a blink of an eye, you were ripped away from me. 😭💔 Oh how I miss you.
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psychoticangel · 2 years
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You were so desperate to be loved,
that you trusted wrong people.
You got too attached to others,
and it broke your heart everytime they left you.
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ardentreader · 9 months
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Incapable of Love
"I want my heart to either be filled with so much love that it burns or so much pain that it drowns. But we both know it's always going to be the latter as I am not capable of love, for love or to be loved."
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teenage-dreams18 · 1 year
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Las mejores conversaciones no tienen un horario, ocurren con la persona correcta.
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kitty35 · 2 years
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You guys are really getting to see how awful my “love life” is with how much I’m posting about it.
Here’s another update🙃 it really just feels like I’m a fucking object to the guys I talk to. They just talk about doing things, if you catch my drift, then when I say I don’t want that, they just keep talking about it until they find a different girl they actually wanna date. Like, it hurts. This has happened with every single guy I’ve talked to and it makes me feel like there is something that I’m doing that’s wrong even when I know it’s not really my fault. I really want romantic love but it really feels like I’m not supposed to have it lmao
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mishalnasir · 2 years
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Do you not miss me at all? I mean, when you watch the clips of the movie we first watched together, do you not think of the way I laughed? Because I do. I think about your gentle grin way more than I should. Don’t you miss how we held hands and did not want to let go? Was it not the best night of your life too? Because I thought it was. It is.
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lovemesomecuddles · 1 year
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I’m going to bed you said. That’s it. Gave me a shit kiss and went to bed. Surely you know I have a million things on my mind? Massive change is about to happen. I’ve told you so many times I’m struggling and you just don’t hear me. I’m sitting here screaming and no one hears me
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raquel2412 · 1 year
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Em không biết anh có thiếu người yêu không, nhưng em thì thiếu người để yêu. Nhưng em cũng không biết em có cần người yêu không?
Ai cũng nói là em mở lòng ra đi, nhưng khi em mở lòng ra thì em lại tổn thương khi bị từ chối. Bề ngoài em có vẻ là người rất mạnh mẽ nhưng bên trong em lại vô cùng yếu đuối.
Em có thể đánh giá một người rất tốt khi cần thiết trong công việc nhưng khi yêu một ai đó em thật sự không muốn đánh giá người em yêu. Vì em sợ nó không như điều em muốn và em không thể xem người em yêu như những người bình thường khác.
Nhưng chính vậy em sợ em quá tin người và bị người em yêu phản bội. Em sẽ cực kỳ hận nếu ai đó phản bội em. Và có thể em trả thù cả thế giới này.
Nhưng khi nhìn người khác có người yêu bên cạnh em cảm thấy thật sự cô đơn. Ngay cả khi em đi chơi với bạn bè thì vẫn có cảm giác trống trải nào.
Nên ngay lúc này em cũng đang tự hỏi em có nên chấp nhận yêu ai không. Và liệu mọi người có đang thật lòng hay chỉ là đùa giỡn mà thôi
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iiflywithmeii · 11 days
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i wish i could stab myself over and over again
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notsofemfeminist · 2 years
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Me : trying to vibe to the lyrics "I am doing just fine without him" 🎶.
(feeling empowered )
Fleeting thought in my brain: you need to find 'HIM' first.
(swipes right 10 consecutive guys on bumble)
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joselandsallee · 4 months
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I’ll find you again my love. 💔
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psychoticangel · 11 months
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The little girl in me dreams about you as
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I don't want to be just loved
I want you to accept me the way I am
I want you to hold my hand even though I would never ask you to
I want you to never let me go when I push you away
I want you to forgive me when I'll screw up
I want you to trust me the way I'll trust you with my heart 
I want you to stand by me when I am all alone
I want to get lost with you in our own world
I want to hide you as my secret so no can ruin us.
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teenage-dreams18 · 2 years
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Las mejores historias de amor son esas que no recuerdas ni como comenzaron.
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lanaknowsitried0 · 2 months
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I always love more 😓
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jade-len · 4 months
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i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.
picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.
it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.
and then he gets to the sword.
demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.
but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.
when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.
the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.
and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.
the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.
luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.
instead, he hears this:
"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."
but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.
"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."
"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."
"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."
"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"
somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.
weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.
xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.
it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.
sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.
maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.
maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.
"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.
hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."
xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.
...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.
(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)
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kicktwine · 8 months
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coroner voice the short stories got her
(I have received... several invitations. I do not think they're seriously expecting us, but it would be rude not to attend, right?)
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