Umm yea so how do i put this. How do yall get over a heartbreak coz damn i think my heart just shattered into pieces ngl. Like how do you ppl even recover
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what type of lover are you?
the broken lover
you are a mess, but a beautiful one. you feel like you destroy every relationship you touch, and people hate you for it. but they don’t really, honest; i don’t know why i said that. still, no matter how hard you try, if you can’t mend the cracks in yourself there’s no way you’re able to heal someone else. there’s always a part of you that likes how broken you are when it comes to love—it feels more poetic this way. and it is, of course it is. but this isn’t a fucking poem (though perhaps one day it will be); it’s real life. so just be careful, okay?
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Hey guys. Not to like break your hearts or anything. But. Midnight Rain with Tyson Jost.
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woof the flashback took me out
i cried from that point to the end
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What character arc are you?
redemption arc
your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you're not proud of, but you made the choice to change. i won't go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever because you know that already. what i think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. you don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. you will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference.
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tagging: you!!
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I
i am dead an it's all because of issue 15
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[ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. ( for aerith, but like. he's Normal )
For you I would || Accepting
It is a familiar dream. One where there are stark white walls and men in even whiter labcoats, poking and prodding and asking Aerith questions she doesn't know the answers to. Her mother is dead, and she is alone...save for her one saving grace. A young boy named Sephiroth. He is only a couple years older than her, and she would do anything to see him safe. When he comes and sees her, it's like a little light in the darkness. She draws him pictures and they speak to each other as if they've known each other their whole lives.
The scene changes. She is running. She is running as fast as she can with Sephiroth close behind her. The guards are closing in. They'll never get away at this rate. The doors are in sight, but how could they get there? She feels Sephiroth's hand on her back, and he abruptly shoves her forward, tells her to keep running and don't look back.
She doesn't look back as she bursts into the night, but she swears she can hear him calling for her, desperate and so, so sad. Aerith! Aerith! Aerith!
But she doesn't look back, even as his voice fades into the distance.
That's when she wakes up, a gentle voice and even gentler hands trying to wake her up. Her eyes snap open, and she takes in a shaky breath, staring up at Sephiroth with wide, teary eyes. They don't need to say anything as she buries herself into his arms and cries into his chest. They're together now, but that night had left such a lasting impression on her. The guilt from leaving him behind in that terrible place never left, and she doesn't think it ever will.
"I'm sorry, Seph. I'm sorry."
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horribly sad am i but the urge to persist nevertheless continues to claw at the deepest corners of my mind.
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that Man helped her in the worst moment of her life to the point where she felt like he was basically omnipotent and had visited her in her dreams and then he didn't want to marry her.
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