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#Personal Struggles
k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 5 months
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𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔏𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔩 𝔖𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔶 - 𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔗𝔬 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔢 💀✠
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I must not be horny. Horny is the mind-killer. Horny is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my horny. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the horny has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
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bihansthot · 7 months
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Girl I had the craziest night ever, I’m writing you this from somewhere i don’t even know where lol we all might be heartbroken but at least we are alive. You’re a good person, always nice and understanding. You have been through enough shit in your life and right now you need to prioritize yourself. Stop caring about him or your feelings about him, cheater will be cheater he will keep doing this and you can’t fix him. Yes it might hurt your feelings but listen… what if you and his wife were not the only victims? There’s always a possibility. Dump his ass you deserve much better than that jerk. You deserve to be showered with rose petals and some good fuck. I know it sounds impossible now but You will have it if you start to prioritize yourself again. I have been following you for 2,5 years? Maybe? And with all my heart I can say YOU ARE MORE THAN THIS, PUT YOURSELF TOGETHER AND REMEMBER WHAT WOULD BI-HAN SAY?
I know you’re right, I know everyone who’s reached out to me is right but it’s hard to end things. I’m going to though because y’all are absolutely right if he’s been lying about things this long he’s absolutely lying about things I don’t know. He also doesn’t respect my boundaries as I talked about in my other post and just assumes because he calls me his girlfriend is automatically consent which it isn’t. That’s never ok and I’m saying this not only because I need to hear it but everyone needs to but “no” means fucking no even if they’re your s/o, it doesn’t make it ok or acceptable if they force things just because they’re your significant other. That’s still wrong. That’s still a violation. It’s not ok. It’s still rap3. I need to put myself first and I need to put an end to this because it’s not healthy. I’m just scared because I am a people pleaser and don’t know how to put myself first. I have to though. I deserve better.
Thank you for all your sweet words and good advice lovely and everyone who commented, I really appreciate all of you so much. 💙
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otherworldseekers · 9 months
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It's really frustrating how one day you can be full of ideas and love for your blorbos and inspiration to make things... and then suddenly it just all drains away as if it was never there and your brain's like "ideas? what are those?" and you're left feeling empty and miserable.
I want to be creative. I want to write and gpose. I miss Severia and Nero. So why can I not seem to do it? Why can't I convince myself that it's worthwhile to try?
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colorfulplasma · 5 months
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Of course of all the days, I just had to be sick when my concert today
Anyway my Christmas concert's today wish me luck y'all (._.)👍
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flowerkidu · 10 months
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Every day I am more and more sure that I will never ever come out to my parents because what the fuck they have going on
As u may know (or u may not) I love Enkidu from fgo very much, they r a character I associate myself with the most, r my absolutely favourite of all time and I think about them almost every day. It just make me feel better. My mother know about that because it is hard to hide something I am really interested in. But there is a problem.
She constantly call Enkidu a girl (because "she has long hair") and every time when I correct her the only thing I hear is " but FOR ME she always will be a girl" (again, just because of the hair and probably androgynous look).
As u may also know (or u may also not) I am a trans person, my name is Gilbert, I feel totally like a man despite my femine look, I use a binder, he/they pronouns and all my friends know I am a boy. Sometimes I have that thought "maybe I will try to come out, maybe I should give them some hints" but then I remember my mom can't even acknowledge that anime character is not a girl and all these stupid ideas flow out of my head in an instant.
I know all that might sound dumb at first and some ppl would say my worries r not making sense because anime character ≠ ur own kid but please note I live in a homophobic country, my mother always wanted a daughter, my father is openly transphobic and I often hear how great girl I am. It is at least depressing.
On the other hand, I know they love me. They deeply and truly love me. At the same time this person they love is not the real me. They love someone who I am supposed to be, someone they think I am, someone who they want to exist. And if I want to be safe, there is nothing I can do to change that.
So yeah, an anime character can easily show u ur parent's view on trans ppl
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Here is Enkidu and thanks if u read all that lol
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alidravana · 1 year
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Fandom: 911 Lone Star
Pairing: Tarlos
Summary: Carlos struggles after the shooting.
Warnings: Mentions of officer-involved shooting, and past kidnapping.
Small drabble written for the @tarlosweeklyprompts Daily Word Prompts for March!
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Carlos sat on the couch, squeezed into the end closest to the door.  He had his feet tucked underneath him, layered in his thickest wool socks.  He had on a ratty old pair of sleep pants, his Austin P.D. sweatshirt that he had yanked over top of his t-shirt, plus two throws that he had draped over his body.  He should have been comfortable, cozy, and warm.
But he wasn’t.
Carlos glanced down at his phone for what felt like the hundredth time, looking for an update from TK.  Between processing the suspect, relinquishing his weapon and his badge over to special investigations, and providing multiple statements to his sergeant, then to the overseeing detective, then to the FBI, Carlos was sure that he would have beat TK back to the loft.
His hands trembled as he opened an app, double checking the temperature of the loft.  72 degrees.  Definitely warm enough.  But as he continued to sit on the couch, waiting for TK to come home, he couldn’t get rid of the chill he felt.
Carlos had done everything right, followed the police training manual perfectly.  He had been advised by a senior agent to go around to the west side, and he did, entering the building immediately after hearing a gunshot.  He didn’t even think about it, pointing the weapon in the direction of their suspect and firing, their suspect still having his own weapon trained on O’Brian.  
There were innocent civilians there, O’Brien’s own niece and great nephew, and Carlos had to act, had to protect them, and O’Brien too.  There was no time for self doubt, not with their lives at risk.  Carlos did what he had to do.  And he would do it again.
Carlos pulled the blankets up higher, tighter around his body as another shiver went through his body.  
Now…now there was too much time to think.  Too much time for self doubt.  He couldn’t stop replaying the scene, the jerk of the suspect as Carlos’s bullet ripped through his shoulder, the muffled cries from the civilians.  
Carlos was all too familiar with what they were feeling.  
The fear was still too close.  The chill that set into his bones when his captors talked about how to dispose of him, the absolute terror of seeing TK at that front door…it was all in the past now, but at times like this, it felt like it was only yesterday.  
Carlos tried to remember TK’s touch, the protection that his hands provided, the safety he felt once he was in his partner’s arms, as he looked longingly over towards the door, praying that TK would be home soon.  
He needed to be warm again
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56thingsinaname · 6 months
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It’s not in my job description to make friends with you
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pack-the-pack · 1 year
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Imma be honest y'all. Someone asked me if I was still active, but I don't know how to answer this question. Cause I feel like my creativity for A/B/O has dwindled exponentially...
I remember when I first started in 2018/2019 it was all just abt the creativity, but now everyone wants to say who A/B/O is for and how to do it and it just makes me not wanna create anything for it anymore...
I try to come up with things for it, and I do. I have many stories and ideas that have A/B/O, but for one I don't think anyone would want to know about them because they have very problematic relationships, themes and concepts...
Like should I talk abt these stories? Which are like the things that make me happy nowadays, but then I'm pretty sure no one will like it or care? Should I just try to come up with headcanons again even tho my heart is not in it?
I don't know if I'm looking for like advice or whatnot, but maybe hearing some opinions would be cool.
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draftmare · 1 year
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I put some farm-stuff for sale on CL, and I’ve been having some really good luck clearing out space in the pole barn, but man I hate the amount of people who just email me their number and want me to call them to arrange pickup. The whole, hate talking on the phone, and especially hate talking to strangers on the phone is strong in me. 🤣
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 5 months
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𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔏𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔩 𝔖𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔶 - 𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔗𝔬 𝔗𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰
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theonlyblackcat · 2 years
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you cannot save someone
who doesnt want
to be saved
no matter how much you want
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lettersfromthelostboy · 8 months
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i wish i could stop myself from thinking about things that make me angry. people in my life who make me angry.
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otherworldseekers · 5 months
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I'm so tired. I don't know how people with chronic pain live. I've only been suffering with the pain of a cracked tooth for a matter of a couple months and I feel like I'm going to go insane. (I admittedly have an extremely low tolerance for pain.) And added to that this week I had a cyst that suddenly become painfully infected. At least that was able to be taken care of quickly. I've got to wait to insurance approval for a root canal (if we can get it) to fix my tooth pain.
I'm tired of being in pain and discouraged because being in pain affects my motivation and energy for creative things. Which means I also don't get the serotonin that comes from making something new. I'm tired of feeling like I'm in a rut I'll never get out of.
The moral of the story is: take good care of your teeth.
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magentasteam · 1 year
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My sexy, fit, and bald weatherman lied. He hyped for three days that there is going to be an ice storm and we didn’t get zilch. I desperately needed milk, mandarin oranges cups, and frozen waffle fries but the himbo made all stores close.
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blue-eyed-banshee · 9 months
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To all my friends who are struggling right now.... This is a safe haven for people who are struggling. If you are struggling with inner demons or thoughts that battle you every turn; my blog is a safe place. If you need someone to talk to or just listen, I'm here.. I've been there... in that struggle with inner demons and... fears... Just remember, that you are bigger than your fears..... you're stronger than you know. There are a few quotes from Buffy the Vampire Slayer that I can quote, but out of the few that really sticks with me ""Strong is fighting. It's hard and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together." And.... yes... even that sad quote; "The hardest thing in this world is to live in it."
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