Bringing back the fact that Bdubs wears Chain armor because of Etho and Etho wear it because of Bdubs
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Fuck you.
For making feel loved.
For dancing with me to the sound of the waves as we watched the sunset to shades of purple, orange and blue.
For sitting in my car with me screaming out the lyrics to all our favorite songs while we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
For the mornings doing nothing but staring into each others eyes, pouring our souls out like honey.
For the way you said my name during sex and the eye contact that made me believe god existed.
For loving every inch of my skin.
For kissing all my scars and actually holding a space to listen to the fucked up trauma that took me there.
For being the sweetest love I ever knew and melting you with kisses while you were doing mundane tasks around my house.
For being one of the best friends I ever had, laughing until 3am and making spontaneous runs for our favorite food.
For being just as angry that someone did me that fucking dirty, and holding me while I cried about what I had lost.
For not thinking of me when you told me you loved me when we didn’t even know what we were doing.
For making me fall in love with you, and you begging me to tell you just how I felt. So I finally did, and you had tears in your eyes because you couldn’t even believe that someone loved you so much.
For that same conversation when I told you I push people away when I’m scared and I never wanted to do that to you.
For saying with the purest, most genuine, loving tone “Look at me love, instead of that, can you promise me you’ll talk to me instead?”
I kissed you like I had finally found safety. I finally had somewhere soft to land.
For reassuring me with “Good, because if you can do that, we can get through anything.”
For realizing you weren’t ready,
after all that.
For letting my guard down thinking someone might actually put me first. That maybe I could finally be soft, and stop carrying this weight in my chest that has slowly suffocated me over the years.
For making me believe that you would stay.
For leaving anyway.
Fuck you.
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Whenever Eddie gets drunk with the losers, all he does is talk to Richie or about Richie. If Richie’s not there, he’ll just talk about how much he misses him. Not in a romantic way (as far as Eddie’s aware, the poor clueless boy), he just gets drunk and immediately wants best friend time because that’s his person! He has the BEST time with Richie, and it’s so easy and fun to talk to him that why would he want to bother with anyone else?
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reminder that tarot is not outside of you or the law of assumption
everything in the 3D is a simply a reflection that only has the power you give it. not a single thing in your 3D is outside of this, not tarot nor any other spiritual practice or idea. consume these things consciously. the signs follow they do not precede. you can pick and choose what will have meaning in your 3D. what you will allow to be true. as always, only tend to the flowers you want in your garden, only plant seeds for what you wish to harvest.
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