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Новый год подобен пустой книге, ручка в ваших руках, у вас есть шанс написать красивый рассказ о себе.
The new year is like a blank book, the pen is in your hands, it is your chance to write a beautiful story for yourself.
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terminallynumb · 1 year
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Ok, so I saw a few posts about Sebastian beeing a walking Red flag and now I'm a little bit worried.. about myself... like.. I know he has some flaws (I'm talking about his character before the last quest) and that these flaws can get dangerous not worked on.. but.. he is 15? And his twin is dying slowly?
I just imagined how I would react to this as a 15-years-old teenager.. like... I don't know...
That's why I'm curious. Please tell me why you think he's that bad. I really want to know your perspective on this.
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coffeebooksandmore · 11 days
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Driving under the light of the full moon
Sending out an SOS
When I see you
I’m going to take your hand
and lock my fingers around yours
I’m going to hug you tightly
and take in all of you
I’ll put my fears aside and remind you how much you mean to my world
This is an emergency
I don’t want to be alone ever again
I’m running towards love even if it takes practice and time
coffeeandbookss
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Something akin to dread and despair filled my mind and heart, while my throat clenched with unshed tears as I hugged my mom that night. I was merely trying to have a little fun, when taking me by surprise, she beckoned me gently towards herself and pulled me in her warm embrace, all the while whispering words of affirmation. She prayed for my happiness and safety. My playful mood by then vanished. And all I could think of was how I never want to be apart from this woman. How much I love her and how much I want to stay buried in her bosom for the rest of the night. She made me feel like a child again. A child who has yet to know the ways of the world. And I couldn't voice out my thoughts. I prayed for her internally and when she finally let me go, I had this strong urge to hug her again. But it was getting late and she had to sleep, so I once again turned on my cheerful mood and said goodnight. I came back to my room and cried my eyes out. I had to let out my emotions somehow, so I decided to write it down. And just like that I had written a poem, if one could call it so, in about half an hour. Pouring down everything I felt in a concise form. I wish I could write more, but perhaps I'm not that good at poetry yet.
Mother
How am I to live, without you
By my side? When you're the
Only person I have ever loved
With all of my heart. How am I
To leave, have my soul broken,
And expect to survive?
The thought occurred like this,
When you hugged me tight,
You embraced me then
In the ebony, of the night,
And prayed for my safety,
Kissed my cheek, so lovingly,
Mother. I paused a while,
A series of events, ran through my mind;
I internally hoped, there may never come
A day, when we wouldn't be together.
I felt guilty, for all the arguments
We ever had. I felt sorry,
For all the bad you went through,
In your married life.
You never voiced discontent;
If you ever felt wronged, or
If you ever felt discouraged,
You quietly endured, for our sake.
My lips quiver, my hand shake,
And tears dampen my soft cheeks,
When I think of the days, when
I won't get to be with you.
By my side, stay forever,
I am yet to grow, though
I am adult. I am yet to grow wings,
Though my time to leave the nest
Is approaching. For I cannot sustain,
Without you by my side, Mother.
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juliettedelune · 11 months
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Sometimes people who love you don't say it directly but may use other words to show their love.
They can say:
• Are you dressed warmly? It's cold today
• I remember you said you wanted it so I made you a gift
• Text me when you get home
• Oh, I remember you already told me about it 5 years ago and we laughed a lot
• I saw this and thought of you that's why I bought it for you, keep it
• How do you feel?
• I'm worried about you
• Good morning
• Good night
• I'll be away for a while, I need to do some things, don't lose me, I'll text you soon
• How are you? Do you feel better today?
• Where are you?
• I'm really sorry, it was my fault
• What do you think about it? Do you like it or not? Your opinion is important for me
• Oooh, you're so beautiful
• I feel that something wrong. Can you share your feelings?
• Did I hurt you?
• Do you want me to do this?
• You're so lovely person and I appreciate you
• *send a meme* "THIS IS US" or "THIS IS YOU"
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petiteaspiegirl · 6 months
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If you treat a person well all the time, you are going to be taken for granted
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arrronia · 6 months
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Are you speaking about what you feel?
Today we had a pretty interesting text to read during the lesson. It was about emotional literacy for boys.
Honestly, it breaks my heart that men still have to hide their feelings, still don’t know how to express them, or still don’t even know how to IDENTIFY and NAME what they feel… And all of that keeps happening just because someone said “You’re a man. You need to be tough. You have to deny your emotions.”
What are the results? Aggression, depression, isolation, troubles with communication, problems in relationships, feeling that no one understands you.
Guys, I want you to know:
Your feelings are important.
Speaking about what you feel doesn’t make you weak.
It’s important to talk about what bothers you. Especially to close people.
You don’t have to cope with it alone.
Close people are there to support you.
Read, understand and put your emotions into words🤍
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lostshadow86 · 2 years
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Honestly I don't know why I like rain and storms so much. There is something strangely calming about how the rain Hits the glass slightly, how the wind is blowing, and the lightning or even the thunder.
It's dangerous but beautiful at the same time...
I love sitting in my Room, mildly lit by candles, because I'm still afraid something will burn or break because of the weather.
Or a dim flashlight light, because I don't like when it's too bright so I put something in the way of it. I enjoy being in the darkness sometimes.
Listening to the rain with closed eyes, and Quiet music in the background..
I love to imagine that I'm not alone, that someone is beside me, listening to the rain with me, to my music, to silence between songs or when we just want to enjoy the rain and storm itself.
Other times I like to sit beside my window, in a chair, and I hope someday I'll have that bigger window ledge, so I can sit there comfortably, with a pillow and blanket, looking out of it.
I like to daydream about someone sitting with me there, also enjoying silence and the rain.
There is also something so fresh and calming about the atmosphere before and after the rain and the storm. Even though I can't enjoy the smell of it anymore I like the still air and the silence. The darkness when the clouds are getting togheter...
I just love these things and I hope someday I'll be able to enjoy them with someone that I love, that loves me.
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midnottart · 7 months
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It's weird but I relate to the protagonist Keiko so much. Feeling like being outside of society, her joy and inner peace about finding a job where she basically gets a manual to be a useful member of society. Finding peace in the order and structure of the convenient store.
And then the frustration with the people inside society, the pressure of her becoming "normal", meaning to marry and or having a career.
When she finally fits into society by having a man living with her, and she realises that the "normal" people are finally treating her as a member of society but the nature of their conversations (about the man etc) is so out of the protagonist's interests.
People really do get into other people's business and are weirded out by those they can't understand. I feel pretty lucky that there's no pressure on me to "get a husband and start a family". But I know there's a certain social solidarity I can only be part of if I could provide stories about relationships of my own. It gets really tiresome to avoid certain topics, even with some friends.
I was so proud of Keiko in the end!
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17deadmoth · 15 days
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I can only live in my head. On the outside I just exist. I will never be what I want to be. That's just physically impossible. What a pity. Isn't it pathetic?
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thoughtsboutlife · 18 days
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jesus christ is a raisin.
explaination:
jesus is able to turn water into wine.
wine is made from grapes.
raisins are dried grapes.
google search: how are raisins made from grapes?
answer: grapes are 80% water so it takes time to turn them into raisins. The weather needs to be hot and dry. This takes 3 to 4 days, turning them frequently.
google search: how much water is in the human body?
answer: while the average percentage of water in a person's body is around 60%, the percentage can vary from roughly 45–75%.
jesus christ dried then rose again on the 3rd day.
therefore...
jesus christ is a raisin.
p.s. this means jesus christ started out as a grape then became a raisin.
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terminallynumb · 10 months
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"You must discover ten truths a day: otherwise you will seek truth in the night too, with your soul still hungry." - Friedrich Nietzsche (Thus Spoke Zarathustra)
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tinyfurysandwich · 9 months
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To find.
I wish to find happiness in what I am,
In what I usually am cursing,
But what it means to find
When I've lost my comfort?
Late nights, same questions
It lasts until when I wake up
I see the sun waving at me
And now I forgot what's
been troubling me .
-t.f.s.
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coffeebooksandmore · 9 days
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I was running through the woods and I saw a deer.
I stopped in my tracks to see it shape shift into a coyote,
heavy wooshes rung above me, I looked up to see two ravens fighting. The sound their wings made, when they were flying, was a kind of transcendence.
The pain cannot be stopped, but the suffering can
Maybe we're given two hands to always hold two opposing truths at the same time
This life is beautiful and this life is suffering
Love and pain. Pain and love.
coffeeandbookss
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arwenkenobi48 · 2 months
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Ok but like I never would’ve been wearing miniskirts, experimenting with makeup, restyling my hair and getting into the pastel goth look while I was still closeted
Femininity used to feel like one of those creepily realistic masks you see in horror movies, but now it feels more like a glitzy outfit you’d wear to an old timey masquerade or something
Idk where I was going with that metaphor 😅
Point being, it feels more fun to be feminine now that I know I’m a man
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