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emmaliee · 2 months
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A Heartbreak’s Gift
This heartbreak wasn't just another bump in the road. It didn't lead me to question my value or yearn for what once was. It didn't bring me to my knees in despair or sow seeds of self-doubt. No, this heartbreak defied convention. It whispered a truth as old as time itself: sometimes, true strength lies not in holding on, but in letting go. And so, reluctantly, I released my grasp, feeling my heart fracture in the process. But within each crack, something remarkable occurred. As the pain washed over me, it carried away both the highs and lows of our shared journey. There was no longing for a past that could never be reclaimed, no futile desire to rewrite our story. Instead, there was a profound acceptance of our incompatibility. This heartbreak gifted me clarity and liberation. It molded me into someone more resilient, someone capable of embracing the fullness of my own being. In its aftermath, I unearthed pieces of myself long buried, breathing life into dormant passions and aspirations. Rather than resenting its presence, I found myself grateful for its lessons. For without it, perhaps I would never have embarked on the journey of self-discovery and self-love that now defines me.
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groovygrumpygoose · 5 months
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The sensation of falling in love scars my soul. It shreds my being like little girls plucking petals from the prettiest blossoms of the most delicate of flowers. Ironic isn’t it? To be so completely soft and In love with someone who In the end leaves nothing but your memory and pieces unable to put back together. To be destroyed by hands which claimed to love you is to be alive.
Sweet girl, if only I could hold you and tell you how perfect you are. She didn’t deserve that. I didn’t deserve what she did to me. If I could pet your nose and tell you that you find love again I would. If I could dry your tears and tell you about them you wouldn’t even believe me.
The sweetness of their soul. The softness of their hand. There is someone that makes me feel so incredibly full of love. Simple words from them make my heart feel so heavy. Heavy like a weighted blanket. Heavy like hair pulled down by cool rain. Heavy like all of life’s sweet things.
The most difficult part of falling in love after heartbreak is the never REALLY being over her. The seeing something that reminds me of her. The ache in my chest when I catch a whiff of her in a passing second. The pain it causes to crave her hugs. A silent nobody from my past that hurts my person so greatly. Despite the wounds that became of her hand on my skin, I still find myself with nothing more than the desire of her arms wrapped around my core. The way she so gently kissed my temple. In the bad there was so much good. And god I crave her good.
It feels like cheating. To want her so desperately even though This one. This new body Does not harm me. They do not yell. They do not pluck my meat from between their teeth. I have no fear of it in fact. The first lack of fear I think I’ve ever known. It burns as loudly as intoxication. The love I feel. In place of her gentle I find myself craving to give them my love. To treat them with fragility and soft lips. To have their head upon my chest to sing them sweet nothings.
Dear Goddess above me, I truly am in love.
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"May I be awake enough to notice when love appears and bold enough to pursue it without knowing where it will lead."
- Between two kingdoms - Suleika Jaouad
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cuddlethebear · 6 months
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I understand your pain. I understand every tough mountain you’ve had to climb for love. I’ve climbed the same mountains and had to fight the same tough battles. I know how hard it is to take a punch emotionally and try to get back up again. I know how hard it is to find the strength and energy to move forward, when you feel like you’ve been beaten down repeatedly. I know how difficult it is to trust love and life. I know what it’s like to give so much of yourself and to not get what you hoped for, wished for, or felt you deserved in return. I know what it’s like to experience being taken advantage of and for your efforts not to be appreciated.
- Stephan Labossiere
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dargeereads · 10 months
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Before We Fall by Aurora Rose Reynolds
 5 stars
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That was just swoon worthy at it’s best! I mean, their first kiss, they just went for it, and their first time together, they were so combustible they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. But that wasn’t even the best part, the best part was how they just knew this was special, worth it, and the way it was supposed to be. They should have been shy, they should have been nursing their hurts, but they dove in with all they had and all they were, and they made it simply perfect <3
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discluded · 2 years
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Full article here. Please give it a click to support this kind of journalism! (I snipped out the highlights for a shorter read)
The state of Utah in the United States has no citizenship requirements for marriage licenses, and Utah County is the only place there that allows international couples to register their marriages online. Since the county rolled out virtual weddings during the Covid-19 pandemic, it became a wedding haven for same-sex couples who are not able to officially marry in their own countries.
As sexual minorities in China face suppression at home, Utah County is allowing them to officially marry and celebrate their love — all for around $100. Although the marriages aren’t recognized in China, some 200 same-sex couples from mainland China and Hong Kong have gotten married via the county’s digital marriage license system since 2021.
For authorities in Utah County, the influx of international couples came as a surprise. The Utah County and Auditor’s Office moved its marriage licensing service online, as part of a digitization initiative in 2019. At the start of the pandemic, a number of couples requested Zoom ceremonies, and the county made those available as well.
The service first attracted couples in Utah, followed by people from across the U.S., and later, from all over the world. From May 1 to September 20 this year, at least 77 same-sex couples with mainland Chinese addresses have been married there, said county deputy clerk Russ Rampton, who oversees marriage licensing, to Rest of World.
Although same-sex marriage remains illegal in Hong Kong, under a different set of laws to mainland China, residents who get married in other places are able to apply for dependent visas in the city for their partners. Married gay people are also able to mark themselves as married in tax filings.
In his vow, however, [one marriage certificate applicant] Zhu said he was looking forward to getting married a second time — in China. “If one day our country allows this, I hope we could get married again in this country,” Zhu said to his husband before they kissed.
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Marriage equality does not stop in the West.
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dreamchasernina · 2 months
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“Katara and Aang’s romance was one sided and the writers forced Katara into a relationship with Aang at the last second! She clearly didn’t have any feelings for him until the last episode!”
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Uuummmm....what?
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months
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Gaslighter? I hardly know her!
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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manichewitz · 1 year
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sam and frodo’s relationship is so crazy theyre like what if we had a homoerotic adventurer’s bond that was so strong it overcame the power of supreme evil, saving not just the world but one another, and the only reason we were able to survive the violence around us was through sheer love for each other, and although we’re not canonically lovers our relationship is so much more intimate and tender than acceptable norms for male/male relationships that we transcend easily definable labels and thus become queer irregardless of whether our attraction is platonic, romantic, or sexual…and we were both hobbits
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gingiekittycat · 3 months
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Aziraphale didn't choose Heaven
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Aziraphale didn't take the job as Supreme Archangel because he wanted to be on Heaven's side again. And he didn't do it to protect Crowley, either.
He did it because he thought it was right.
Because Aziraphale always does what he thinks is right. He has his own moral center, and he will fight tooth and nail for it. He will lie to God's face about giving away his flaming sword for it. He will defy Gabriel and all the archangels at the end of the world for it. He will risk his angelhood to protect children for it; he will risk his precious, peaceful, fragile existence to protect a forgetful archangel for it. He will let Crowley, the love of his life, go on his own to Alpha Centauri for it; and he will leave him again, alone and broken, heartsick at doing so, on Earth for it. 
Because nothing, nothing is more important to Aziraphale than doing the Right Thing. 
And that's what Crowley loves about him. 
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emmaliee · 2 months
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To Love Again
Just as I thought the romance chapter of my life had closed, a new love blossomed. Yet, this was no ordinary affair. It wasn't the needy, suffocating type that demands constant attention. No, this love was serene. It left me content, illuminated my darkest moments, and didn't leave me longing for more. Instead, it propelled me towards my aspirations, fostering a sanctuary for authenticity. This love bestowed a joy that no external force could diminish. And the most beautiful part? I fell in love with myself.
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repmet · 6 months
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@rwrbmovie & @rwrbsource’s rwrbweek: Day 6 | Kiss
Nose kisses
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rotisseries · 8 months
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skyward sword was such a crazy insane game to make like ok what if there was a story about a great evil and a goddess. and that goddess locked away that great evil, but she knew it would come back, and it would need to be defeated again. and what if that goddess knew that for this impossible task, she would need a loyal soldier. so she reincarnates. she reincarnates into a human girl, because the best way, the most reliable way, to get a loyal soldier, is love. and a goddess is respected, and idolized, and revered, but a goddess isn't loved. not like a human girl is. so she reincarnates. and she is loved genuinely and wholeheartedly, by her family, by her peers, and most importantly, by her best friend.
and what if there was a story about a boy and a girl. this one boy loves her so much, that when she falls from the sky, crashing to the earth, and into her immortal destiny, he follows her. and she runs, because she has a destiny, because she's finding out she is part of a divine plot, she and the boy are pawns in a goddess' war plans. did she ever love him did he ever love her or were they just being manipulated by the goddess. SHE'S the goddess. was SHE just manipulating him this whole time? "I'm still your zelda" but is she really? does she know it for sure? she doubts it and doubts it and runs and runs and he keeps chasing her. and she locks herself in time to defeat this great evil and he watches her do it. and he fights because he loves her and he defeats the evil and he gets her back and they're happy.
but what if there was a story about a goddess and a great evil. the evil cursed them for the rest of time. their descendants will never be safe there will always be evil to fight and she'll always be running and sacrificing and he'll always be chasing and fighting.
what if there was a story about a goddess and a great evil. what if there was a story about a girl and a boy. what if it was about the innate mortality and humanity of love and the act of loving. ok. at the walls of nintendo hq
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cool-thymus · 8 months
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Today i finished watching Naruto! And i found this gem in the ending credits: one pure team Minato hug! 💜🧡🩶
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Jason and Reyna are so "Best friends to strangers" coded it's tragic.
that one scene in boo where Jason and Piper arrive at the camp half blood battle, and Reyna just doesn't spare a glance at Jason, and he was shocked to realize that Reyna was addressing Piper like they'd known eachother forever, but not Jason.
Like. Omg. I wish Rick expanded more on how Jason was feeling at that particular moment. Because it definitely hurts not getting acknowledged by your old friend whom you thought you were on good terms with.
IDK about y'all but that just HURT like hell :( Reyna was initially upset that Piper and him were dating but she even ended up making peace with Piper, but not Jason.
gosh the tragedy of Jeyna's friendship just gives me all the feels.
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crybaby-bkg · 8 months
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cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst
When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.
It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.
“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.
“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.
“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.
“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.
“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.
“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.
“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.
“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.
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