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lesbiankingphil · 9 months ago
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Not to be emo on main but what's the point in living when your two best friends were your dogs and now they're both gone lol
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mapleshmaple · 11 months ago
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#its. really incredible how my mom always somehow manages to pinpoint EXACTLY whats making me feel like shit#and just crank it from a 10 to a 100 without thinking twice about it#and when i tell her that 'hey. maybe can you possibly NOT do that please' shes like 'WELL I SAID IT WITHOUT THINKING#SO THAT JUSTIFIES/EXCUSES IT >:/'#and just. drops that shit and i mean!! ok. thats cool. thanks for that.#i was feeling like shit about how im not gonna live to see 30 at this rate and just. really missing my grandmothers that passed recently#and its my grandpas birthday/her step-dads birthday today and hes 94 and shes walks in on my three hours of sleep having ass#like 'this may be the last birthday we have with pete- both him and grandmom do a lot for us' AND I MEAN#I WAS GONNA GET UP ANYWAY WITHOUT THE FUCKING. THAT. SO THATS REAL COOL. SUPER APPRECIATE THAT.#that and shes going back to work and literally just sitting there all day and our boss is like 'hm. im gonna bring everyone back#and start back up on six days a week. even if we only make like. five sales a day.' and moms just#been going off about that and about how i need to get bloodwork done and its.#i dunno!!! i dunno. im just real fed up with everything right now and really burnt the hell out#cuz i feel like now everythings on a fucking invisible timer and i cant take my time with anything or else mom'll fukcing#go back to treating me like im six and take away whatever it is of mine she doesnt like and just throw it at the donation bin or some shit#so if im. slow to reply im really sorry i just need to kinda vibe for a bit bc im on the ass end of being burnt the hell out tldr
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moonagedriver · a year ago
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I have to place a ban on my mom telling me about anything “linked to coronavirus” she finds on Facebook unless she has like multiple scientific sources to back it up
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shesahershey · a year ago
Were...were those SpongeBob pants? BeCaUse iM pRoUd oF YoU
Hell yeah they are!!
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stinky-ratboy · a year ago
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Yes Hello i am Stressed
#im scared to move out bc my mom doesnt agree w it. she was all for it until she found out who it was w and then she was like mmm maybe youre#out of school lmao#but like i do Not think it will still be avaliblethen#im also scared its gonna be awkward or im gonna fuc shit up bc of the past#and like realistically hes prolly just talking to me bc im paying for gas for mcr concert aand at least half if not all of the place we are#staying im not sure yet i dont remember what we decided#and im paying for half of rent n such but i just cant shake the feeling that he is going to/already regrets this#and i have to pay my mom this months rent and my grandma back so i wont have enough for first months rent so#and im terrified of getting a job and i just want to Die lamo and my dumb brain keeps making me dream of shit id rather not?? 😂😂#also im nervous bc i think he said theres only 2 bedrroms and one is his and he wants th other to be guest room so i will have my room in#the living room and last time i had mine in the living room it wasnt good?? i didnt have my own space to get away to and got v oerstimulated#v quick and i dont want that to happen but i want to agreee to everything he says so he doesnt stop talking to me or change his mind and#like i just want him to be happy man. this shit is HARd#kinda wanna kms but then id feel bad bc he woul have to find another roomie and he wouldnt have some1 2 pay 4 gas 4 the concert lmao#legit the only reason i havent kmsd is bc the mcr concert lmao. i have to wait until may to talk to the doctor about making an appointmnet#to even start t and i was like oh ahaha im gonna kms but then i was like wait the concert lmaO#and then i also feel bad bc im my moms rent. im the reason she can live with him right now. once i leave she has to find a job and shes#already so stressed. i cant live with her bf and i told her that but i feel terrible for moving out. is it always this hard lmao#thoughts of relapsing have been more frequent recently to the point where im scared i might soon#self harm mention#suicide mention#PLUS some1 died in there and im nervous abt that and i dont have#i dont remember what it was but it wasnt sage it was just for getting rid of negative shit and keep the good nd sage does both so its not as#ideal depending on what youre doing lol#was it palo santo??
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bunnylad · 20 minutes ago
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IM DONE FOREVER
IM SO FUCKING DONE WITH LIFE, MY MOM TREATS MY BROTHER LIKE HES A FUCKING KING WHEN IT COMES TO SCHOOL, SHE CARES ABOUT HIS FUCKING MOTIVATION, BUT NOT MINE. NOPE NOT AT ALL. I TALKED TO MY THERAPIST ABOUT MY MOTIVATION STRUGGLES WITH SCHOOL YESTERDAY, HOPING I WOULD GET HELP, BUT NOOO. INSTEAD, WE MOVE ONTO ANOTHER TOPIC, MAKES ME SHUT DOWN, SHE THINKS IM SUICIDAL. MY MOM GETS ON MY ASS ABOUT SCHOOL, BUT SHE COULD CARE LESS ABOUT ME “oh but my sweet boy is doing such a good job! HOWEVER, WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR WORK!?!?!?” SHE IS LIKE. IM TIRED OF THIS IM FAILING AND I HAVE 0 HELP BECAUSE NO ONE CARES AT ALL IM DONE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE MIGHT AS WELL JUST KILL MYSELF NOW SENSE IM FAILING SO BAD, GOING TO BE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF THE CENTURY. ILL FUCKING DO IT! ILL FUCKING DO IT! I KNOW ILL FAIL THIS YEAR, GONNA FUCKING REDO MIDDLE SCHOOL, GONNA FUCKING GIVE UP SOME MORE, GONNA FUCKING GET WORSE AND WORSE MENTALLY. I WANT TO GET ON A FUCKING DIET, BUT WHENEVER I DO MY MOM FUCKING THINKS I HAVE AN ED, MY BROTHER LAUGHS AT ME, I CANT HAVE A FUCKING SALAD IN PEACE. IM DONE.
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zy-zen-nies · an hour ago
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01: Cheating On You
Warnings: None.
► Part of Heartbreak Playlist
Word Count: 847
Disclaimer: All characters and events in this story even those based on real people are entirely fictional.
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Different night, same argument. Why did we become like this? we did everything to work this out but the spark is not the same anymore.
"She`s just a friend and nothing else why can`t you understand that!?"
you`re spewing the same thing again. Sometimes I want to ask you if this relationship still means something to you but I`m scared to let go. Am I selfish that I want to keep you for myself?
"Is she really?" you ask, why is it so hard to love you? or I`m the one who`s not worth it to be love?
"I`m done, we can`t keep going on if you keep doubting me" it`s coming from Xiaojun`s lips, his very own lips. 
"Y/n, let`s break up" he`s scared, scared to face the confrontation, stupid to think what`s better for him.
"Don`t say that Xiaojun please look at me, don`t do this to us" I never beg for someone to stay but for you, I will kneel and beg just to make you stay. 
"There`s no "us" anymore Y/n" he wants to let go, will you let him? 
"It`s better this way" why do you have to say it? why do you have to end it?
"Please" for you I will cry a river, I would lie, I would kill, I would die for you but all you want is happiness and I know that you deserve it.
"Can I hold on for another night?" this is our goodbye, isn`t it? 
waking up every morning and there`s no more "you", your hug, kisses, touches, voice, everything. Why is it so hard to forget you? 
Why did you run away?
It`s been 1 year and I heard that you`re with the girl you told me not to worry about. Love is so cruel, isn`t it?
I saw you last night, is she making you happy? I hope she does. Our gaze met but why your stares hold something else? it`s wrong that I`m loving someone`s boyfriend that I used to call mine but I guess it goes that way for us.
It all started with a kiss on your Mom`s couch, a hot summer night, warm touches. Now, It doesn`t feel the same way anymore but it`s the same way he held you that night.
 your love was everything
1 year has passed, does anyone holds you the same way I do? I tried to forget you but there ain't no lips like your lips. Thought I could get you back any time of day but when I did I never thought that I have already lost you.
Xiaojun thought that It'd be better when he found someone new but why does it feel like he`s always yearning for you? looking at the sleeping girl beside him, is it right that he wants it to be you?
Why did I run away?
Calling you is the only thing he can think about at this moment, nothing else, can he still be on his way?
Sitting on the balcony while heads looking up in the sky stars making it shine. Hair slightly going with the flow of the cold breeze.
Now, he`s right here in front of you, you want to be with him but he wants to be with her.
"Tell me this is wrong. Please, push me away" the taller man beside you spoke.
"You`re drunk Xiaojun, go home" a warm smile tainted in your lips, tears threatening to fall.
"I know I said goodbye and baby, you said it too but when I touch her I feel like I'm cheating on you" never knew what pain is until I realized it because now we`re both in pain.
I miss you badly, really, really, bad.
"This might be the last chance I can say this to you, I lo-" you don`t want to hear it. You love him, he used to love you but it`s not the same anymore.
"D-don`t" tears brimming out. He never knew that this one word can cause a lot of pain.
"Is it going to be like this for us?" he wants your answer, he wants it really bad. Is the pain he`s feeling now is the same feeling you felt the day he decided to break your heart?
"It`s better this way" despite the lump forming in your throat you never knew that you dare to say it. Breaking you is not my intention. Now, I want you to leave me and walk away.
"I`m sorry" your sorry won`t fix anything but it means a lot to me. Now, that you walk away. I hope she will give you the love you deserve.
"It`s still you Xiaojun" whisper and unspoken words.
Walking away, goodbyes, love, letting go, regret. It`s all pain but I want you to know that...
your love was everything.
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‘Their love was strong, but the timing was wrong, and love decided that they didn`t belong’- S.t.
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courbynesmanymoments · 6 hours ago
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Saying ok to the end.
To goth Blige told me that I confuse her with how I talk about wanting to date and wait until marriage but also have a shady past of struggling with celibacy. She also said I have unrealistic expectation of men, which I translated to my standards being too high. Bring up things of the past like how I dated for looks briefly, I began to get agitated. Although she was trying to understand I realized something. I didn’t want to explain. I don’t want to explain. I don’t want to talk about what I want. I don’t want to type out specifically what I want in a man just for someone to tell me that ain’t how marriage works. In reality, I am planning for the marriage I want, for the person I want to be with? Not for the marriage someone else has or someone else reality check.
I have thought about this a lot and have realize that I don’t want to have to explain myself. I want to be able to say I want to date and leave it at that. But also, I am reminded that I can’t talk about it anymore. This part of my life must remain mine, a piece I don’t share, a piece I don’t disclose. Call me naive but I think that when I find it that it will feel right. My mother always told me that when you get meet the person you fall in love with, it feels easy to be with them. You instantly feel yourself. It doesn’t feel like a hassle to work on your relationship. That is what I want. I want the thing that feels easy. It is not easy but to be with that person just feels comfortable and fine. There is flow.
My mom had it with my dad, even if it didn’t last. My aunt had it the first time she met my uncle, grandma had it with grandpa. Love exists. Easy fun wild passionate, not just sexually passionate but emotionally passionate love exists. I want it. I want the boring times with someone. I want the normal days and the small moments and tiny jokes. I don’t want extravagant love. I lay in bed and watch tv shows filled with messy fun normal love. Sure it’s fake. It’s all fake, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t reality in the fantasy. Every moment happens smaller over time.
When I share that hope I have of finding someone who gets me, who is secure and honest and healthy, I am met with doubt from the one person I thought would cheer me on. But that’s the difference. I saw broken love and whole love and I could tell them apart. I knew what to reach for. I have friends in happy healthy marriages. They arent perfect, I don’t idealize them for being perfect. I idealize them for being friends. They married their friends. They love each other because they laugh and share and do life. That is the love story I want because that is the love I have seen in my friends. It’s not a myth or a lie. It’s honest and godly.
I am not perfect. I feel pretty separated from God but I have a secret hope that fear can’t kill. A hope for the perfect to me marriage that I want. That is fun and healthy and normal and mine.
My husband is kid. And considerate but strong. He is a truth teller, he seeks justice in love, kills hate bd spite and prejudices, he cries out in the depth cor the broken heated and hears the moans of the heavy ans he weeps for the lost snd abandoned. He knows the orphans by name and loves them all. He can cook a s clean and be there for me when I need it snd he can let me show up amble I am and be as I am. Messy and disheveled, lacking in nothing that God does not fix or make whole.
We can talk about my past and have heart to heart clef conversations about the journey towards health and purity and healing and revitalization and Gods handy work. He is realistic in his love and his expectations. He sees me for as I am not as he wants me to be. He loves me regardless of my flaws and because of them.
My father gave me a dad that loves me unconditionally and loves me for me regardless of but also because of who I am and I am believing that he will give me a husband that will love me the way that my dad loves me, the way that my Father God has loved me all along. That love cannot just be described or painted in a picture or put in a text or on paper. That love I feel in my bones, it creaks around my heart, it nestled in my spirit, it warms in my souls depths and leaves footprints all around.
It loves to burrow inside and hide where no one can see or touch it. Or change and shift it. It refuses to die or diminish. Even with my unrealistic expectation it thrives on truth, on an unspoken promise, an image it thrives there and lives in it. This promise like a plant has bloomed, it remains watered and grows still ever so quietly. I cannot share this. I cannot find the words to say how I feel, what I want, what my heart has hope for.
Blige once asked how I knew that God would give me a husband and a baby, and that it would t be like what I thought. That God doesn’t owe me those things. He does not in fact owe me those things but he promised them to me when I swore to myself I would never love or. Have a family. He gave me that and a promise and I have to hold on to that. I cannot cast it off for the sake of others. Even those who would wish me well because their wellness can kill me promise. I am Sarah fighting to be an Abraham, fight to hold on and to remember and to believe. And like sarah, I tried to make many ways in the path, like Abraham I tried to make something out of nothing to obtain a good thing. And like them I learns that God does not work in shortcuts. He works in wholes not halves.
I keep wanting Blige to dream with me. But she cannot. No one can truly. I must hold this dream for myself, on my own. I have those who wait and pray in the wings for me and with me and they know my heart and the heart of God. The know the journey of freedom and wholeness and health. They walked my journey and came out on the other side in Gods promise. It wasn’t easy but it was worth it for them because they knew that God would provide and be consistent. I hold that hope that God is consistent. God is persistent and God is a God who sees and hears the cries of his people.
I don’t pray regularly for my spouse. But I hold space for him and hope. And I lay him Gods feet knowing I cannot determine the tide or the times.
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chloecatina421 · 6 hours ago
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Pete Davidson One Shot
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Request: how about one with Pete Davidson and the reader where she gets pregnant very unexpectedly and is not happy at all, and Pete gets mad/upset over her reaction since he wants the baby? It can end with them making up of course and embracing the idea of motherhood! But you can end it how you like :) 💜
I was watching dumbo and now it’s got me all 🥺 lol was wondering if you could do a one shot with Pete or whoever you want where the reader sings the song baby mine to their child and then whoever is just in complete awe over what an amazing mom the reader is and it’s just super fluffy? 🥰
You and Pete bathing your newborn baby for the first time
Warnings: mentions of possible abortion
You were crying when your boyfriend Pete got to your apartment. 
He walked in and immediately ran to your side, pulling you onto his lap.
"Babe, what's wrong? What happened?"
Pete asks, rubbing your back to help you calm down. 
"I'm pregnant."
You say in an almost whisper. 
The room was quiet for what seemed like hours until Pete finally speaks. 
"That's amazing! We're going to have a baby!"
He says excitedly, his face dropping when you start to cry again.
"Wait, what's wrong? This is a good thing right?"
He asks, moving you back off his lap to the couch.
"A good thing? Pete, I'm not ready to have a baby. We aren't ready to have a baby. We haven't even been together for a year yet! How is this a good thing?"
You ask, not really understanding how he sees the current predicament as a positive.
"So, you what? You don't want to have the baby then? You would really do that, Y/N? Get rid of our kid?"
You flinch at his words. 
"I don't know but I sure as hell am not going to throw a fucking party."
You get up and head to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. 
A few minutes later, you hear the front door slam and throw yourself down on your bed.
Weeks pass and you and Pete have hardly even spoken since that day.
'Can we talk?'
You finally text him one day.
'About what?'
You sigh, knowing he was still pissed.
Instead of getting nasty with him, you decide to send him a picture of your latest ultrasound.
'This'
You text back and almost immediately, your phone begins to ring. 
"Is that..."
"Our baby. Yeah. She's getting pretty big. Really healthy."
You confirm, placing a hand on your growing bump.
"I'm coming over."
Pete says before hanging up the phone, showing up at your apartment half an hour later.
You open the door and his eyes immediately fall to your stomach. 
"Look, I know that I freaked out. I know I hurt you when I said I didn't want a baby. That I wasn't ready for it and I honestly still am not but we made this baby. She's our daughter and ready or not, she will be here in a few months."
You say, before he can speak. 
Pete pulls you into his arms, carefully of your belly and holds you.
"Thank you."
He says, the raw emotion in his voice. 
Nearly five months later, you and Pete moved past all of the drama and were now in a great place. 
You gave up your apartment and moved in with him just before your baby girl was born. 
She was absolutely perfect and beautiful and despite the feelings of terror you had when you were first pregnant, you were so happy you changed your mind and embraced the idea of motherhood. 
Two days after she was born, you and Pete brought her home and even though you were exhausted, you couldn't help but be so happy. 
"I think its time for someone's first bath."
You say as you take the tiny baby girl from her daddy.
"You want some help?"
He asks and you shake your head with a smile.
"No, thank you baby. We've got this."
You take the baby into the bathroom where the small tub was set up in the sink and carefully fill it with water before getting her undressed and setting her in it. 
She begins to fuss a bit and you start to sing to her while you carefully wash her.
'Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for
The right to hold you
From your head to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine'
Pete watches from the doorway happily.
"See baby, all better."
You coo to her once she is all clean and wrapped in a towel.
"Here, daddy will get you dressed for bed."
He says as you hand her off. 
"We really did make a beautiful baby huh?"
You say as you sit on the bed while Pete puts pajamas on the baby.
"We really did."
He smiles, leaning down to give her a sweet kiss before he picks her up and she cuddles on his chest.
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