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koepnicksimm · 14 hours
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my--moon · 2 days
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morning. I would say good morning but I didn't wake up with a hot woman in my bed, so it's not a good morning
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grimmscythe · 3 days
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To be close with anyone at all, is truly an overlooked privilege.
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sophiarelationtips · 2 days
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"A strong relationship requires choosing to love each other even in those moments when you struggle to like each other."
➡️Build Your Strong Relationship⬅️
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jb-cohen · 2 days
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free-my-mindd · 1 month
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Please, don’t settle for a surface level of connection when you know you’re craving depth.
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hopepunk-humanity · 9 months
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Maggie the poet
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sighcomics · 2 months
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a line
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nighttime-thoughts · 9 days
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Please tell me i'm not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.
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noxcheshire · 2 months
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I just think
It’d be really neat if Danny looked more like Martha Wayne than Thomas Wayne.
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I love the Danny Fenton looks like Thomas Wayne or Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne reincarnated — but the BEAUTY of Martha??
Of Alfred interacting for under five minutes with Danny, dabbing his eyes and going, “That is indeed Martha,” I WANT IT. I want Martha who was spunky and sassy and wanted to do good for her town the same way Danny wants to do good for Amity Park.
I want Martha who loved to take Bruce and the family out to star gaze because her baby had never seen the stars before, and the way his eyes light up like a mini galaxy takes her breathe away the same way that Danny feels when he turns his head up to the sky yearning for something he knew loved but doesn’t know what.
I want Martha who would literally find trouble in a paper bag because she can’t help her curiosity the same way Danny can’t help tripping over his own ghostly tail and making a mess of things before he figures things out.
I want Martha who would fight men who thought they held power, going absolutely feral from stress the same way Danny does when he’s tired of not being able to do his homework or pick up a vacuum against the wall to clean because ghosts.
I want Martha who loved the pearl necklace that Bruce had picked out for her birthday, and Danny reaches towards his neck and startles when his fingers only touch skin when he is certain there was something supposed to be there. I want Danny whose eyes linger on whites and pearls when he passes by open window stores in the mall, fingers itching to flick a nail against the smooth surfaces.
I want Martha who died bleeding underneath the hand of a gun, hoping to everything above that her boy would be safe, and Danny whose body burns at merely looking at the makeshift guns his parents create in the lab, his heart pounding desperately with a yearning to save there was someone she wanted to save the ghosts.
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catsofyore · 6 months
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I love this. Their faces and the little leggies! Ca. 1895–1907. .
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sophiarelationtips · 3 days
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Beyond Words: The Language of Love
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➡️Watch The Free Video⬅️
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lorenzonuti · 6 days
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Whispering secret data.
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cerleansky · 1 year
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My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.
People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.
Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.
It's all about connection, friends.
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