Should I even call you that, I mean you aren't even in my life right now and you might never be again. When I see someone that does something you would've done like balance a pencil on their mouth I feel my eyes start to water but I blink them away because I shouldn't be feeling like this when I broke up with you. Your eyes that were always filled with love and happiness would look at me with anger and hurt but I would do anything to even see your face. I still love you and I get flashbacks when anything reminds me of you, it feels like we are back to that exact moment and talking about anything. When in reality, we don't even speak and you aren't even in my life. I want more than anything to just see you even from a distance a glimpse anything to even know that you are okay that this didn't break you. I'm telling myself that if it's meant to be we will see each other again and we will have a second chance that it means we truly are meant to be but realistically, it won't happen. We live in different states and live completely different lives there's no way for us to bump into each other. I want to pick up the phone call you and just hear your voice, if you sound mad, nervous, or even sad I just want to hear your voice. You mean everything to me but, I might mean nothing. This sounds harsh but I want you to hate me because that means there is no going back that you truly hate me that we truly are done. In some messed up way, I have no way to heal because you aren't here but it's like you never even existed. I miss you more than I need oxygen. I love you more than my body needs water. But I don't have you and I feel like I might be dirt on the floor for you. I love you but we aren't anything. I'm sorry for breaking this off but it was the only option for you to move on and be happy and have someone to be there for you. There's one song that reminds me of you called "De ti me enamore?", I love you. I wish I could send everything that reminds me of you instead of making it into a folder on my phone that just says love these instead of just sending them to you. I love you so much. I'm sorry.
Hey, it's me, my nickname is Hagi! I live in Poland and write stories for you in my free time. This is my hobby, I am a graphic designer and illustrator by education, I completed my master's thesis at the University Faculty of Fine Arts.
For several years now, I have been the happy wife of a wonderful man who supports me in my silly hobby, as in all other aspects of my life. I use a lot of feelings and experiences from our marriage in my stories. Below it's us during our wedding!
If you have any questions, feel free to write to me, I will be happy to answer! I love anon asks. 💐
I’m a 31 year old aspiring author with a love for all things Marvel.
By day I’m a mother & wife, working a 9-5 and by night I write smutty fanfiction for the beautiful people of the internet.
I’ve been in my field of work for many moons now & while I absolutely love what I do, my dream since I was a kid has always been to write a book.
So here I am, procrastinating again while I indulge myself by writing MCU fanfiction.
I’ve been enthralled with the MCU since I first saw Spiderman in 2002 when I was 10 and only became more and more obsessed with the release of Iron Man in 2008 when I was 16. Spiderman and Iron Man are my two great loves (aside from my two children of course), going as far as having the arc reactor tattooed on my body.
Maybe one day I’ll finally sit my ass down and write that novel I always say I’m working on.
I doubt anyone will actually read this, but this is just my little shout into the void in regards to a huge life event :)
I graduated college today.
Okay so I actually graduated in December, but I got to walk with my friends and have my family see me and all that.
I have waited my whole life for this and not many people outside of my partner and best friends know this, but I almost didn't make it.
Last year, and ever since, Ive struggled heavily with suicide and suicidal ideation. I thought I wasn't gonna live to see my 21st birthday, let alone my graduation. On top of being the oldest daughter and first gen kid of my parents, a massive pandemic and isolation, and debilitating mental health (thanks Zoloft fuck you), I'm honestly amazed I made it.
But I made it, though. I made it out alive.
I've been fortunate enough to have been working full-time in my field since January, alongside my partner of 5½ years finally getting to move in with me. I am in no way bragging or turning my nose up at others, but I do want to acknowledge my privilege and place in life right now that puts me ahead of others that I graduated with. I'm extremely fortunate to have even found work, let alone doing what I love and for a good cause.
I'm just proud. Proud of myself. And my body. And my brain. We made it here. I made it here.
This really didn't have an end goal message or anything. I just needed to get it off my chest.
Here's a pic of my kitty cat if you've made it this far. And my university stole. Hopefully I didn't just doxx myself lol
Anyways, thanks for reading. Hopefully I'll be writing more soon. Who knows? Life is fucking weird.
you know, I lived at home with my mother for a long time, we didn’t have a car and I studied at home because of this I have almost no social communication skills
As a result, I had this childhood desire that when I grow up I will have many friends, so I developed this habit of writing messages to everyone
Okay so the layout of my house
is that there is a front door with an airlock porch
and above that is my room with a standing window.
i opened the outer door (which has a lock),
closed the inner door which has no lock,
and opened my bedroom window.
I was cooking rice in the kitchen
which is at the back of the house
but i'm smart and didn't leave the openings unattended.
there's a circular staircase
that goes directly from the door to my room.
so i was making a circuit of
- kitchen
- front door
- bedroom
- front door
repeat.
there was literal seconds between me being at any one spot.
at the exact moment i was coming down the stairs
at exactly 1:20 PM UK time
i see someone opening the inner door
so i say "hello?"
and they turn and run.
then at 1:40 PM
people online via the live broadcast thing i have
hear someone trying to get in my bedroom window.
when my rice was finished at 1:50 PM
i go to sit in my bedroom
and i see outside the window
the same person who tried to get in on their phone.
i watch as they just casually walk away like nothing happened.
good job.
now i know exactly what you look like, moron.
i'm gonna wait until a friend arrives later today and tell them.
the police are unreliable here
and will not respond to an attempted break in
not even if i call the emergency line.
so i'm waiting on my friend to know how to proceed.
sitting here at my pc
i just heard a ringtone go off (2:00 PM)
outside the window of the room next to mine.
they keep coming back.
[edit for more context]
my house is in the middle of a busy road.
there are cars constantly passing by.
the front is also visible from 3 separate roads that face it.
so they had to have some real balls to do this.
at any given tim there's at least a dozen witnesses.
not the smartest criminal we're dealing with here.
it's a bright and sunny day with clouds overcast
so anyone would have a very clear view of the suspect
while they attempt to scale the building.
i wouldn't be surprised
if the neighbors have already called the cops.
[update]
i don't believe it.
they just drove up and parked across from my house
got out of the car
and walked into a nearby house. (2:20 PM)
you gotta be kidding me.
now i know where they live
AND the make and model of their car
AND its license plate.
and it's a rather unusual car as well.
i honestly cannot believe the stupidity of this crook.
[another update]
at around 2:45 PM the police turn up.
i try to get their attention but they ignore me.
they drive down the road facing my house.
they stop at each of the 4 houses immediately in front of our house.
and this whole time I'm trying to get the police's attention.
the police officer ignores me despite being able to hear me.
then he speeds away practically flooring the gas pedal.
a few minutes later i call my friend over.
they say that they know the person
and that they are not a bad person
and tell me to forget about it.
i call the police.
a few minutes later the police turn up.
it technically doesn't count as a break in.
their hands are tied.
they take a statement and then go to find the person.
can't find the person so they come back here.
tell me it's good that i called but they can't act on it.
Guys when you see a man out in public and he looks pretty confidently masc presenting, if he’s wearing nail polish, or has any accessory considered femme in his outfit, PLEASE compliment it if you like it!!
This very cis het looking, looks like he’s at a frat party on Friday nights looking dude, came into my yoga studio wearing a super cool shade of metallic green nail polish that reminded me of a glittery frog, so when I was checking him in for class, I complimented the color. He seemed like he really wasn’t expecting me to compliment him on it and thanked me, and THEN said, “you know the philodendron plant?”. I say, “Of course, it’s one of my favorite indoor plants!”, then he says “the lighter green stripe in the middle is supposed to show the different shades of green in their leaves”. I about lost my mind at this, because it’s one of the purest things I’ve ever heard come out of a man’s mouth, and is SUCH a cute idea for a nail design I want to steal it.
He was so happy as he went off to class, and it reminded me what one of my guy friends said to me before, which is that guys don’t get compliments very often. And I think especially when a man is pushing the boundaries of what’s considered “masculine”, it’s wonderful to connect with them and help them feel supported in that choice, especially when making that choice most likely opens them up to more criticism from other men in most situations, who are trying to enforce traditional masculinity.
I’m standing there while the yoga class is going on, thinking about how he must have a philodendron plant at his apartment with leaves so pretty that he was inspired by their color, or he has a friend who has one, and wanted to take that color and design with him on his body. It seems like a small detail of someone, but there’s so much inspiration and passion in that choice. Nobody HAS to paint their nails; it’s a way to express yourself by using your fingertips as little canvases to show what colors/little symbols make you happy. And I think it’s up to us, the people who are pushing for men to open themselves up to expanding in these new ways, to express themselves with more passion and creativity, and to lean into expressing what’s considered traditionally femme, to then support and gas them up when we see them inspired by green philodendrons!! I’m going to be thinking about that plant all day now.
Today and yesterday actually I was telling you how if I move out of state I wont get a car because my parents don't want to. You mentioned how you got some offers from colleges here in Texas and how you should just buy a plane ticket or drive here my heart skipped a beat from like actually seeing you and being with you. When you mentioned moving here my mind kinda did a thing where it gave me a slideshow of us moving in just hanging out doing day to day stuff with you. You mean everything to me talking to you everyday is what I look forward to every day. I love you so muchhh and I miss you constantly. Every time that you mention moving here I think about all the dates I can take you on how I would have the advantage of taking you out on picking out where to go and everything. Mentally, I'm making a list of every single place I can take you, we could go to antique stores and the beach. We could go everywhere and hide away for hours. One time you said when we get together we should just turn our phones off and just be with each other and I've never loved an idea more. I would get insanely nervous I know that for a fact and I would probably make the stupidest jokes to get rid of the nervousness. I love you so much and I wish we could make that a reality now, I miss you so much and like I told you today I want to take endless naps on you and with you.
hello old friends, it’s been a while! Just a friendly post to say I hope to be returning to this blog very shortly and posting more often. And by posting I mean throwing endless Tsukki drawings into the void because i’ve become deeply obsessed with him and i’m rapidly filling up my sketchbook.
I’m quite rusty from not drawing at all the past few years, but i’m determined to get better. So I hope to post a collection of sketchy work, detailed work, practice work, to keep me going on my journey of self improvement. I hope folks come along and enjoy the ride with me :)