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happyheidi · 2 months
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by Molly Buford
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nation-of-bros · 1 month
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A man must have a long bushy mane around his face like a lion.
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glkr-xx · 8 months
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Men sent letters while they were fighting in the war - move on, sis.
If he wanted to, he would.
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sensitivesublime · 10 months
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nobeerreviews · 4 months
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The simplest things are often the truest.
-- Richard Bach
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fragmentos-literarixs · 3 months
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Ahora que ya no hablamos:
Ya no tengo que fingir que me gusta tu voz,
o pretender que me importan los problemas con tu ex,
ya no tengo que alimentar tu egocentrismo
ni dar falsos halagos a tus ojos verdes.
Supongo que así es como debía ser,
supongo que así estoy mejor,
ahora que ya no hablamos.
Inspirado en: Now That We Don't Talk (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault) - Taylor Swift.
— Rose Noire.
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palatinewolfsblog · 5 months
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Do not live half a life
and do not die a half death.
If you choose silence, then be silent.
When you speak, do so until you are finished.
If you accept, then express it bluntly.
Do not mask it.
If you refuse then be clear about it
for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance.
Do not accept half a solution.
Do not believe half truths.
Do not dream half a dream.
Do not fantasize about half hopes.
Half the way will get you nowhere.
You are a whole that exists to live a life
not half a life.
Khalil Gibran.
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heartofmuse · 18 days
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Some truths are self-evident even if your heart wants to deny them. They shout so loudly it's hard to restrain them. They must come into the light, thrashing, screaming, ripping open that which contained them.
e.v.e.
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wordsbyjenpoetry · 8 months
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Sometimes, feeling weak can feel so wrong when you are known as the strong one for everyone else.
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angstymilfy · 21 days
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thoughtstherapy · 5 months
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5 Uncomfortable Truths Of Life
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nation-of-bros · 2 months
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What could be more awesome than proudly wearing your cap backwards and just being a bro; so every other bro immediately recognizes you as his equal.
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bamababygirl7 · 8 months
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Ten brutally honest truths about life that nobody wants to admit!!!
Source: Instagram
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skylarmoon71 · 2 years
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Bumblebee (Transformers) - Oneshot
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You’ve always had this bad habit of sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. Maybe it was the reporter in you. You needed to get to the bottom of every mystery. Most times that wasn’t so bad. The first was the school weirdo Sam Witwicky.
Overnight it seemed like he became somewhat desired, at least to Mikeala. He’d somehow managed to snag the hottest girl in school. A part of you thought he paid her, but sometimes you would catch the look she sent him. It was different, almost warm. Then there was his cousin who popped up like a ghost and no one asked questions. You even did a background check, but you couldn't find anything on social media.
It was like he didn’t exist.
Bee Witwicky.
What kind of name is Bee, did his parents really want him to get bullied on a daily basis?
Your adventure begins.
“Witwicky! I’m really glad I caught you.”
It wasn’t a coincidence. You memorized his schedule. A good reporter always covers their bases.
Bee stumbled slightly at the sound of your call. He’d been attending the school for roughly three weeks.
“O-Oh, hello again."
You could tell that you made him a bit nervous, which just made you that more intrigued. You knew there was a good story here. Your instincts had never been wrong. You’ve printed a number of articles for the school paper, most of which received a bit of recognition. This was your calling. That’s why you couldn’t let this one go to waste.
“Care to answer a few questions? You're still a mystery to the school. I’d love to do a piece on you. Help the students to get to know you better. Like I did with Sean Jeffery.”
“Oh yes, I read about him. He helped the team qualify for the state championship on July 22nd, Dallas Texas.”
“Exactly! I love showing off talented students, you could be one of them.”
It was a little weird the way he recited it like he was a computer.
“That’s nice, but there really isn't anything interesting about me. I’m just a plain old human.” You raise a brow.
“I-I just do regular human things you know!” He was laughing as he backed away.
“A-Anyway I really should get going.”
“Wait I haven’t even-”
“Bee!”
Sam’s voice called from down the hall. When you saw him you frowned. He wore a similar look as he approached.
“Still trying to put my cousin on display so people could mess with him.”
“That’s not what I do, Witwicky. I’m just trying to write a story. Are you worried he might get more popular than you?” You taunt. You can see he’s pretty agitated.
“Hey Sam!” Mikeala’s happy voice sings from down the hallway. When she walks up she looks curious.
“Oh hey, you’re (Y/N). Bee never stops-”
“Telling them about how much you love stories!!” Bee interrupts.
He’s acting weird again.
“I’ll see you later Bee.”
You pull your books closer, walking off to your next class. If only you could get ten minutes without Sam in the way, maybe you could score a great story. As your body fades into the crowd of students, Sam turns to Bee.
“You have to be careful, if people start asking too many questions it’s going to be bad for you.” Sam looks worried.
“She won’t find out anything, trust me. We took precautions. Besides, wouldn’t an article help to prove that I’m normal. “
“He’s right Sam. (Y/N)’s not going to stop. It’s been weeks. I think she likes the chase.” Sam groans.
This wasn’t going to be easy.
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After school, you’d packed your stuff and set off for your new mission.
It’s become apparent that Sam was going to continue being a thorn in your side, only proving the fact that something was amiss. Like any regular person, you thought stalking them would be the way to go, normal right?
Except this time, you cursed your curious nature, because in this scenario, it would indeed be the thing to kill the cat.
“AAAAH SHIT!!!”
You were pedaling as fast as your feet could take you, but the yellow camaro was still following you down the street. A part of you was praying that it had all been a crazy nightmare. You’d trace Bee back to some weird abandoned building. You found a comfortable spot too. Even Sam and Mickeala were there. At first you assumed they were just delinquents messing with some stuff, but one second they were talking as usual, then the next a blue and red peterbilt pulled up.
Right before your eyes the truck changed, and shortly after, so did Bee. One minute he was human, then the next his skin was replaced by machinery that looked like it was from another universe. He stood upright, blue glowing eyes and all.
Like most teens in such a situation, you screamed. Alerting all of them of your location. You’d almost dropped your phone. But the second you willed your body to move, you jumped on your bike and sped out of there. It’s only when you got back on a main road you saw a car following you. It didn’t take a genius, its patterns were the exact same as Bee’s.
You’d turned down an alleyway to gain some ground and maybe lose them behind the many buildings. For a while you thought it worked, but a large hand came down right in front of you and you were pulled right off the bike. Now you were in a much more secluded place. It placed you on your feet, and as you opened your mouth to scream, Sam rushed over grabbing you and placing a hand on your mouth. You bit him, and he yelled out as you tried to take off in a run.
“I’d advise against running again, human.”
The stern voice of the blue and red robot makes your blood run cold. You fell back, staring up at both aliens.
“Y-You’re gonna kill me. You’re gonna scramble my brains and dump me in some ditch!!”
“Quiet down.”
It sounded a bit angry now, and your mouth slid shut as you trembled.
“We're..not…gonna hurt you…sport..” The radio of the camaro’s car slipped between stations, and you just stared. Bee’s blue eyes blinked, and you finally pushed your way upright, backing away.
“W-What are you….”
Sam looked annoyed as he nursed his hurt hand.
“If you hadn’t gone on a rampage, maybe we wouldn’t have had to get so rough.” He glowered.
“Aliens!!”
Bee pointed to the sky, and the word that came out this time from his station was something you’d heard in a movie.
“Aliens…”
“Yes, aliens!! Are you happy!! You spent the last few weeks poking your nose into our business, now you know. Optimus Prime and Bumblebee here are freaking aliens from another planet that came here to stop other evil aliens that tried to wipe out the human race. We’ve been protecting them as thanks for not letting us go poof into dust!!!”
Sam was huffing angrily from his long speech.
“Calm down Sam.” Optimus said.
“I’m going to take a walk.” He grumbled, sending you a spiteful look as he walked off. Mikaela followed, not before sending you an awkward smile.
“I’m sorry about that, just give us a few minutes.” She walked with him, patting his back. Now it was just you and the two huge aliens. You swallowed.
“I assure you that we mean you no harm. Our only job is to protect the human race from Megatron’s followers. We are allies. That is why it is imperative that our existence in this world stays between very few. We’ve already been exposed once. We cannot run that risk again.”
You clenched the phone in your back pocket.
“P-People deserve to know the truth!! What happened in Mission city, it was all real!! The government covered it all up, lied and said it was some futile attempt by another country. T-This whole time it’s all been a lie!!”
“Sometimes the truth poses more harm than good.” Optimus stated.
You couldn’t believe this.
“Why should I even believe you, this could all be a trick. What if I release what I have right now to the entire internet, would you kill me?” You were treading on dangerous waters, you know that.
“Believe what you will, I cannot stop you from making a decision. Nor will I hurt you.” He sounds almost sincere. Bumblebee takes a step, and the ground gives a little rumble. He kneels to your height, and you hold your breath.
“We’d never hurt you (Y/N).”
Those blue eyes look so innocent, and his voice is the same. The same Bee you’d been dogging for the last three weeks.
“Please (Y/N).” Your hands shake, and reach into your back pocket, gritting your teeth.
“Damn it!!”
You dropped the phone on the floor, smashing it under your feet. Optimus’s optics blinked in surprise.
“Are you happy now?”
Bumblebee knew it took a lot not to follow through with that story. He did a little dance, and you almost fell over. He caught himself, waving his hands in apology. You just released a heavy breath.
So much for your juicy story.
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“Hey (Y/N)!!”
You jump at that voice, and you grab your bag. You’ve been so distracted that you haven’t realized you’re the last one in the classroom. Bee steps inside and he closes the door. Moving backwards, you watch him carefully. He looks like he does a full body scan of you.
“I’m not trying to hurt you, so you can calm down.”
How does he even know you’re panicking? Your face was completely neutral.
“Are you…reading me?”
He looks to the side.
“I’m not exactly human.”
He says it like he’s sad about it. It’s weird, you spent so long trying to read him. Now that you know the truth behind his happy go lucky nature, you aren’t sure what to do with it. More than anything, he should have hated you. All that time chasing him around digging for a story. They could have easily gotten rid of you. Yes it would have raised some red flags, but if the government covered up an entire alien invasion, burying one person would be a piece of cake.
You finally loosen your grip on your bag.
“B-Back at the alley, why didn’t you just take the phone. You guys are super robots.”
It would have been so easy to take what they wanted and threaten you.
“I guess I was kind of hoping you’d keep our secret. I also..” He’s shifting on his feet.
“You also what?”
“I really wanted us to be friends.”
When he looks at you, there’s so much innocence in that gaze. Your first thought is that he’s messing with you, but you don’t read that at all. You aren’t sure what to think at this point.
“Are you pulling my leg?”
Bee’s eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, and he looks down at your legs.
“No I’m not. Y-Your legs look fine to me.”
He looks generally lost, and despite yourself you smile.
“You really are an alien.”
So, it’s possible that you won’t be taken out to keep their secret, that’s good to know.
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“What about this one?”
You hold out your closed palm, and Bee looks at it.
“It’s an eraser.” You open your hand, and sure enough it’s an ice cream patterned eraser.
“So that’s mad strength, super hearing, crazy hacking skills, and some bionic type vision.” You make a mental note and Bee smiles.
“I thought you were giving up the story.”
“I am, doesn’t mean I can’t still gather data for myself.”
Sam and Mikaela are sitting in his backyard. Now that you know their secret, you were never shy to stop by. Try as he might, Sam couldn’t get rid of you, and Bee liked your company. It’s obvious at this point that he has very little say in what happens. Mikaela laughs at the small frown Sam has.
“Sooner or later you’re going to have to trust her.”
“She bit me.”
“Are you really still mad about that?”
“She never apologized!”
He was a child sometimes.
You and Bee are seated under a tree, and he’s playing with Sam’s dog. You steal a glance at him. If you hadn’t seen it yourself, you wouldn’t have believed it.
“Do you miss it, your home?”
He nods.
“I do, all the time. Everything on this planet is so different.” He looks down, flexing his fingers.
“I used to wonder if it would have been better if we all just perished. Maybe then this world would have been spared of our war. There would be peace.”
Of all the things he could have considered, that’s not one you thought would cross his mind. Everytime you see him, he’s always smiling.
Happy.
“This world was messed up way before you guys came. I don’t think a few alien robots can do much more than what people have already done. “
He smiles, but it doesn’t truly reach his eyes.
“I’m glad you’re here.” He looks over at you, and this time it seems like you’ve finally gotten through to him. Bee just stares, and you jump when a spark bursts from his hand. Mojo jolts, jumping back and running around barking aggressively. Sam starts chasing the poor pup down, and you look back at Bee concerned.
“Are you alright?!”
He nods a bit nervously.
“Y-Yeah I just had a little short. It’s no big deal.”
He’s moving a bit fidgety, and you know something’s up, but you decide against asking. The last time you went poking it landed you in a hairy position. He is an alien after all. You can’t hope to understand everything.
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Whenever you just needed a break from the world, your go to activity was a little walk or jog. This particular afternoon you’re walking through the woods on a path. The quiet was therapeutic.
Or so you thought.
“Move move, shake shake, now drop! What your momma said!!”
The blaring speakers from a car makes you turn. You’re a bit stunned at the car that comes speeding down the trail. Expertly dodging trees and fallen branches. You jolt when it jumps a particular log. As the camaro is airborne, Bumblebee transforms. When he lands, he’s standing upright, hands now on his hips. You’d fallen onto your butt at the harsh landing. He looks down, shoulders raised a bit apologetically.
“Sorry sport.” His radio spits out.
You rise, dusting your pants as you glare at him.
“I asked you to meet me, not crush me.” You lecture. He puts his hands together in what you assume is an apology. You just chuckle, shaking your head.
“What do you need, soldier?”
It’s so funny how he manages to pull dialogues from so many stations.
“I just wanted company.” Bumblebee points to himself.
“Yeah, who else is here dummy.” You giggle at the cute way his optics blink.
“Come on, there’s a really nice spot up ahead that we can chill at.” You reach for his mental hand, grabbing one of his fingers as you pull him along. Bumblebee just follows, his engines revving just a smidge.
Twenty minutes later you pull up to your spot. It’s a little clearing. The trees provide a decent cover, yet he can still see the expense of greenery up ahead. The view was beautiful. You take a seat on a log that looks perfectly shaped into a seat.
“I come here all the time, it’s my secret spot.” You explain. He sits beside you, knees tucked to his chest awkwardly.
“Relax Bee, no one comes here except me.”
It takes him a minute, but he stretches his legs out.
“It’s nice here.”
This time he doesn’t use the radio. You grin.
“Sure is. I’ve been coming to this place for years. It’s my stress relief ball. When things get crazy or I just need a break from life this is where I am. You’re the only one that knows about it now.”
His head turns at that, and you just send him a smile.
“Now you know my secret too.”
He’s not sure how to respond to that.
“She’s so cute.”
So far he's been doing a decent job of keeping his inner feelings to himself, but it’s hard when you keep sending him those smiles. He doesn’t realize until he’s already reaching out. His finger brushes the side of your cheek, and your expression changes to one of surprise. He holds your stare for a few minutes before he processes what he’s just done. Bumblebee practically yanks his hand back.
“I’m sorry!!”
He waves around frantically,
You still appear a bit dazed, and you take his hand, seizing his crazy movements. He stopped altogether.
“It’s okay Bee, I don’t mind.” Your voice sounds so soft. Warm. You shift your position, moving closer to his seated form.
“Bee, is it okay if I..” Your hand is outstretched and he gets the message. He nods, because words have failed him. It’s not done all at once. Your movements are a bit slow, precise. Now standing much closer, both your hands extend, and you cup his metal cheeks in interest. Bumblebee is almost afraid to move. Because he’s terrified that the second he does, then your touch will be gone. His eyes closed, and the sound his engine makes is almost a purr of content. Your smile widens as he leans into your hands.
“Wow…”
It’s crazy, a few weeks ago you thought he was probably some kind of monster. Now you feel almost ashamed for making that assumption. This being was far from a monster.
He’s an angel.
Your curiosity gets the better of you and you accidentally stumble into his lap. To steady yourself, you brace your hands on his plated chest. His hand moves to your waist on instinct. You look up at him sheepishly.
“S-Sorry about that.”
“No problem at all!”
This wasn’t the worst thing to happen. He thinks for sure you’ll pull away now that you’ve gathered yourself, but you lean up, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him. Bumblebee grows a bit stiff.
“I’m really glad I met you, Bee.” You breathe against his neck. His optics close, and he does his best not to give off too much of a reaction.
“I’m overheating!”
He is a bit alarmed. Did you really have no idea what this was doing to him? He pats your back stiffly.
“S-So am I.”
You pull back, and when you stare at him, he’s so adorably confused. You grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
That’s the last blow.
“Systems buffering.”
You hear from his radio. It looks like he’s stopped functioning.
“B-Bee!!”
He needed some time to get his processes to return.
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You hand the document to Bumblebee and his eyes lit up as he scanned through the article you’d done on him. When Sam approached you a week ago concerning a piece he wanted you to do on Bee, you sort of thought he’d gone crazy. Then he explained that rather than spilling all of his cybertronian secrets, you present a column on his experiences in life.
“This week’s paper.” you explain.
Bumblebee provided a lot of insight considering what he’s been through. His views and expectations for the future actually made for a good read. It also helps to reinforce his human cover. In a way, you’d gotten your story and Bumblebee’s secret was still safe.
“Wow…that’s me!” He pointed at the picture of himself excitedly and you can’t help but laugh.
“I think this is some of my best work. You’ve actually drawn in an audience. The principal congratulated me this morning. A few of the journalism departments were actually interested in having me for a summer internship.”
“That’s great!”
It really is.
This was the first time you’d held back the punchline for a story and still felt unbelievably fulfilled. Not because of the opportunities that were now being presented, but the unlikely friendship you’ve gained.
“So is this why you were always chasing down a story for Sam and I?” He placed the paper at his side on the porch and you shook your head.
“No, not entirely. “
Bumblebee tilts his head curiously.
“With you it was more instinct than anything else. As for Sam and Mickeala, I guess I was so interested in them because deep down I wanted the same thing they have.” You pull your legs to your chest, and Bumblebee looks over at you.
“It would be nice if I could find someone to look at me like that.” You murmur.
You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you turn back to him with a little laugh.
“Sorry that I’m getting all mushy.” He doesn’t say anything, and you tilt your head.
“I think you’re amazing (Y/N).”
You think maybe he’s just saying that to make you feel better, but his brown eyes are glowing now, a blue hue and you sort of just gape.
“Bee your eyes…”
He blinks, then turns his head.
“Sorry about that! The human body is a lot more complicated than I thought. It’ll pass. I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He’s massaging his eyelids and muttering something under his breath.
“It doesn’t freak me out.” Bumblebee still won’t lift his head.
“Can I see?”
He shakes his head.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
You place your hand under his chin gently, tilting his head back in your direction.
“I’ve literally seen you change from a walking, talking robot to a human. I think I can handle some glowing eyes. “ He finally opens his eyes, and you swallow. It was amazing the way the lights circled his iris. That topped with his innocent nature and boyish charms, there was no way you could truly be afraid of him.
“See, that's not so bad.” You grin, and a small smile makes its way on his face. You move your hand, but neither of you have looked away. Bumblebee is still looking at you, and when he starts to get closer, you take a breath and pull back. You can see the instant regret on his face.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to… I don't know why I..I..” He’s rambling, similar to the way he does when he’s communicating through the radio.
“I-Its fine Bee don’t worry.” You mess with your shirt.
This is terribly awkward.
“Y-You know it’s normal for boys your age to be interested in that stuff.” Why the hell do you sound like a sex ed teacher.
“W-With the new body you just want to test that stuff out and it’s fine. I just think you should do it with someone you actually have feelings for you know.”
“Someone I have feelings for…do you mean like Sam and Mikeala?”
So he does understand.
“Exactly. They care about each other, so it’s normal. So when you find someone like that, you should go for it.”
“I’ve already found someone like that.”
Your guts twists at that.
“Y-You have.”
Why did you sound so disappointed, of course he found someone.
“Well that’s good. You should probably tell them.”
“I have feelings for you (Y/N).”
You pause, hell your entire body froze. Some part of you thinks it’s a joke, but when you look over at Bumblebee, his eyes emit so much hope that it makes your heart hammer.
“Me..?”
You whisper.
He smiles awkwardly.
“I just think you’re so confident and driven and kind. When you found out about me you could have told the world, but you kept my secret. You protected me even though you didn’t have too. Also sometimes you make this face when you’ve just snagged a good story. And when you accidentally eat spicy foods your face scrunches up and it’s so cute!”
He’s actually gushing.
You can hardly believe this.
Bumblebee takes in your speechless expression, clearing his throat.
“A-Anyway that’s all I wanted to say.”
Now he looks bashful, and you want to interject and tell him that he’s the one who’s absolutely adorable in everything he does.
“If there is someone else that you-”
“There’s no one else.” You interrupt.
You weren’t sure it was possible, but the light in his eyes shine brighter, and you smile.
His cheeks are a bit flushed now.
“S-Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
You’re the one who moves a bit closer now. Bumblebee looks your way, and your gaze trails to his lips.
“Before..were you trying to kiss me?”
He nods, partially in a trance.
“Yeah…”
“Do you mind if I kiss you instead?”
“Please do.” He hums. You release a little giggle, hand resting on top of his as you move in. He’s nervous, you can see it all over his face. The closer you get, the faster your heart beats. Bumblebee’s eyes slide shut slowly as you both begin to meet in the middle.
“Bee you ready to go.”
Sam walks out onto the porch, and you both turn.
“Y-Yeah I’m ready.” He stands, and so do you.
“Damn you Witwicky.” You growl. Sam sends you a look, backing up.
“I’ll take that as my que to leave.” Sam says.
Bumblebee sends you a look that adds to the already erratic beats in your chest.
“Guess I’ll see you at school?” He says softly.
You nod.
“Definitely.”
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rhapsodyinblue80 · 9 months
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All of this thinking hurts so much. Delving within the layers of mistakes and sadness, this pulp of wounds feels like ache and longing. When do you stop crying; when do you befriend the loneliness of your inner child? How do you bring her out of her despair and hold her? How many times do you have to whisper, You are enough? And when will she finally listen and believe you?
You can intellectualize emotional pain and childhood trauma endlessly, but the answer is this. You have to resolve to sit with your pain, hold its hand, ruffle its hair, and befriend it. Only then does the fear of suppressed pain stop scaring you. Name your pain. Stare into the eye of its storm. Wait patiently for the tears to subside. Then be honest with yourself. You aren’t perfectly rendered. You aren’t divine, but you are beautiful-not because of your physical traits, but because you are willing to ply your depths and squeeze out the dripping mess within until only the rinds remain.
And at the very bottom you will find forgiveness. Forgive the people who hurt you. Forgive yourself for lashing out and hurting others. Forgive yourself for not having the tools at the time to serve as the therapist for your soul. You possess them now. Use this time. Don’t waste another second; live wisely in the days ahead. Then, soak up the tears with your heart and say, I love you. You are enough. You are my mine. You belong to me. I am now your mother, father, best friend, and lover. Treat me as sacred. Therein lies the secret. Once you embrace her for all her worth, your relationships will be an extension of your self love and respect.
Rhapsody
Whew! That was painful as hell to write because once you feel the interior of those words with your heart, you recognize their truth and power.
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