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thevirgodoll · 1 month
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hey girl,
respect yourself enough to walk away. go where you are loved, where you are cherished. go to people that wouldn’t even allow you to walk away in the first place.
you are being treated less than your value when you were out of their price range when you met them. something that is valuable would be protected and claimed. you never leave your valuables out where they can be taken. and trust me, they know you’re valuable.
they’re breaking your heart to make you question your value. they’re treating you like trash when they’d never accept that same treatment. they’re building you up, and breaking you down. meanwhile, they’re questioning their own self worth and self concept. it’s all a projection.
and come on, do you really think he is conveniently hurting you or ignoring you because he’s simply misguided or avoidant? no, he just isn’t a real man. stop making excuses for him.
when he turned his back on you, he made the decision to go towards a low value lifestyle. it’s easier to stay the same, than have a woman who will push him to grow. you can check majority of the boxes, but if he isn’t ready for you and doesn’t want to be, he will never be ready. why wait on a message that will never come?
y’all have to remember people make conscious decisions in the long run regarding who they will deal with, and who they won’t. y’all also have to remember if someone loves you enough, they WILL do their damndest to change. regardless of external factors. if he respected the fact that the dynamic is an honor, a privilege, a blessing, he would do anything to keep it. nothing would stop him.
if you were valued in this connection, you’d know it. walk away. let God use you as a lesson of how you never know what you have until it’s gone. never let anyone fumble you more than once.
keep praying, keep trying, keep staying pure hearted and genuine. be open to change and take this time to grow deeper in your spirituality. choose God because God chose you first. don’t ever let anyone treat you less than what GOD would treat you. you are worth more. choose yourself. and above all, never let anyone tell you that you aren’t worthy of being chosen.
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gracegeorge · 4 months
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Ready to go into 2024 with myself only
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stil-lindigo · 2 months
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HELP PALESTINIAN ARCHITECT EVACUATE HER FAMILY FROM GAZA
This is a verified fundraiser for a family of four to evacuate to Cairo. The fund's creator, Amal Abu Shammala, reached out to me personally to share this since she's failed to get her fund on Operation Olive Branch and Let's Talk Palestine's fundraising linktree.
As of right now, she has raised €2,397/ €42,000. You can see the breakdown of what the money will be used for in the fund description.
Please give generously!
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kazehita · 3 months
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cold weather headcannon doodles
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nexttogenius · 1 year
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Welp... that's the last time I tell anyone I'm on tumblr
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monstermonger · 8 months
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Micro comic Summer is back!
Here's my tiny tale from last year, of some kiddos finding a hurt baby dragon, and taking care of it until the dragons return next spring.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month
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Mo Ran fails to master the art of pspsps (continuation of this)
(For @airagorncharda)
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uncanny-tranny · 7 months
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Hey, if you have speech impediments, you are so amazing.
If you stutter or have a lisp or misspeak easily or you have a flat affect or a limited verbal vocabulary or if your voice is AAC or if you just have a difference in your vocality, you are so incredibly important and amazing.
Just know that your voice is yours. Nobody will ever be able to truly take it away. Your voice is part of you, and you deserve to make it as true to you as you deem fit. I hope you have the space to grow with your voice and whatever about it makes it unique.
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lexiesdarkthoughts · 2 years
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Staying in My Own Lane
This is a long post that I have debated for over three weeks if I wanted to post. If nothing else, I’ve always been honest on my blog. It’s always been a way for me to process some of my thoughts. If you make it to the end, then thank you for hanging on for the ride.
A long time ago, I met someone who I thought was someone I could spend my life with. He was witty, charming, funny, and good looking. He made me smile, laugh, and turned me on in ways I didn’t know possible. We were in a long distance relationship online. At the time, things seemed like they would lead to a wonderful future. However, there was one downside to this relationship. He was married. 
When we met, he told me he was leaving his wife. Through our relationship that was his common statement. I took comfort that it would happen eventually. When it did, after a respectable time, we would be able to begin our life together. He never left his wife despite how horrible his marriage was, at least from what he told me. He had bounced in an out of online relationships as an escape for his marriage, which in hindsight, was a warning sign. I knew they had children which certainly adds another challenge to leaving a marriage. I told myself that was the reason why. I was patient. I waited. I hoped.
Eventually, things ended because he felt that he needed to give his marriage full and final shot. I understood, but was devastated. I had spent years with this man as a lover and as a friend. Suddenly and with little warning, he was completely gone from my life. I eventually moved on as we all do. 
In moving on, I began to realize that maybe he wasn’t the good guy I thought he was. He made me his mistress for years and made me dream of a future together. I know there are people in this exact situation and it has worked out. I also know that I was complicit in our relationship and made the choice to be with a married man. Those are choices I made. I had to live with the consequences of those actions.
He’s come back into my life since we parted as a newly divorced man. We lived hours from each other at this point and it really threw me for a loop. However, I was with just beginning a relationship with Ahab at that time and my ex showed no interest in me other than occasionally chatting. That’s when it dawned on me that he had no idea the negative impact he had on me. He didn’t understand his continuing presence in my life only drove nails in further.
I eventually took the opportunity to tell him. I thought it would make me feel better. I thought it would cleanse some past resentment and hurt. He confirmed that he had no clue how much he had hurt me and didn’t remember half of what I did about our relationship. Instead of getting the closure I had hoped for, it hurt me even more. It felt like I had meant nothing to him. It drove home the fact that I had been a welcome distraction from his marriage and he likely never meant a word about the future we had planned together. Since then, I have cut him out of my life.
So what’s the point of this post? He’s on Tumblr and I learned recently that he was dating some one which is to be expected. Curiosity is a bitch and I naturally checked out her Tumblr as well. She seems like an absolutely lovely person who reminds me of me in a lot of ways. I know you’re saying “people have types, Lexie.” They do. Ahab definitely has some good traits and habits of men I’ve dated in the past. That’s not the point of this. The point is I’ve struggled so hard to not reach out to the woman.
“Why would you do that?” you ask. It’s a fair question and an answer I’ve struggled with. I know it’s not out of malice or wanting to hurt him. My life has been in a lot of turmoil lately. My mental health has been on a roller coaster due to stress and a lot of change. When I’m like this, I don’t always see straight. I also see a lot of similarities between myself and this woman with this man, all they way down to a long distance relationship. I fear that this woman with so much potential will give up her life for this man. I feel like I have to protect her. It’s a pitiful answer, I know.
Fortunately, the clearer light of day has prevailed. I know that no good can come from me speaking to her. It’s their relationship. Period. She has to make decisions for herself. As far as I know, he is not physically abusive so I feel no responsibility to make her aware of this. As much as I want to protect her from the hurt I experienced, people have to make their own decisions and sometimes their own mistakes.
Through this, I’ve learned a lot about myself. I’ve carried around the trauma of a previously abusive relationship for a long time and I now understand that I also carry emotional hurt from this relationship as well. One of the downsides of mental illness is that you forget nothing. I need to work harder on processing these emotions so they don’t consume me when I’m already weighed down by life. While I also know I will carry these experiences forever, dwelling on them takes away from my own relationship with Ahab. It takes mental space that I could be dedicating to him and other avenues of my life.
My hope in writing this post is that I will be able to clear the noise in my head. I also hope that stating my intentions will keep me honest and in my own lane. I want to refocus my energies away from this. I’m tired of letting him live rent free in my head. I know I won’t forget. I don’t think I’m ready to forgive. What I can do is get my thoughts out and move forward with healing. Every day is a new step toward that and it’s time to focus on that direction.
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hisui-dreamer · 3 months
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jamil, who loves showing affection by cooking food for his loved ones, making sure the curry is seasoned to perfection and your favourite dessert to go along with the meal.
and you, with zero spice tolerance but so incredibly overwhelmed with gratitude and affection for how hard jamil's worked. and with your favourite dessert right there enticing you, you're determined to finish every drop of curry on your plate.
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it doesn't go too well.
indeed, you have finished every drop of curry. but you've also downed around 12 cups of water, and the burning in your mouth is still unrelenting. jamil visibly looks concerned with how much water you're drinking and it's unavoidable you address your non-existent spice tolerance.
jamil sighs, and his eyes show a hint of exasperation you often see when he's following kailm's whims. you avert your gaze to the floor, upset at yourself that you've disappointed him and maybe he hates you now how could you not like his fo-
flick!
ouch! your hands reach up to shield your forehead, and your eyes meet his. not exasperated, maybe slightly, but amused and... loving??
"dummy, don't go forcing yourself to eat what you don't like," he sighs
you timidly explain you could never do that with how much time and effort he puts into his cooking
his smile widens slightly.
"for now, i guess i'll be making more desserts for you then,"
he chuckles at the way your eyes light up.
"here," he feeds you a spoonful of the chilled dessert. "is your mouth still burning?"
oh. you don't think it is anymore.
but your heart sure is.
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Hot Take
Heros of Olympus would be so much better if everybody was single.
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a2zillustration · 5 months
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I have many emotions about this man and most of them are: sobbing
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iite-cool · 28 days
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losing my mind thinking about being curled up in bed between simon and johnny, moaning straight into soap's ears as simon presses his long fingers up against the spot in your cunt that makes you squeal. he leans in to nibble at your earlobe and pour honey in your ear, "like my fingers in you, sweetheart? yeah? can feel you leaking around me, fuck. go on lovie, tell johnny how good I'm making you feel." you do as he says - of course you do - and curl your fingers in johnny's hair to pull him closer, holding onto him for dear life as he starts licking at your pert nipples, 'feels s'good, johnny ah- mmh feels so good!' and he can only take so much of your whimpering until he starts canting his own hips against yours, rubbing his painfully hard cock against the side of your hip.
simon grabs you firmly by the back of your neck to direct your attention back to him and he groans gutterally at the fucked-out look on your face. fuck he loves watching you go stupid bc of him. he presses his lips to yours in a wet kiss even though you're in no headspace to kiss back and just moan straight into his mouth all cross eyed. he sucks your tongue and lets his teeth scrape against it a little. simon speeds up the pump of his fingers in you when he feels your walls start to clench around him desperately, "you gonna cum for me, pet? yeah, you're gonna give it to me? 'course you are, such a good girl f'me, ain't ya?" you start to babble mindlessly, 'please simon, please si let me cum please- i'm so close, i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum- i'm gonna cummmm-!' your mouth parts in a silent scream and your nails dig so hard into simon's arm, he knows he'll be able to see it for days as you reach your climax, twitching and writhing.
both your boys come close to hold you through your peak and be there when you come back down to earth, and the whole time johnny's still humping his leaking dick against you, desperate for release. when you do come down and your eyes focus again, you have a dumb smile plastered across your face, all content and sated. "y'alright, pet?" you nod at simon and give him a sweet kiss and this is when he drops his hand back down to your cunt to collect some of your spilt wetness. you whine a little, still insanely sensitive, but shut up immediately when you see simon's fingers dripping with your nectar heading toward johnny, "open up, lad." you nearly keel over at the look on soap's face - his pupils are blown wide, charcoal swallowing ocean blue, with the most desperate look you've ever seen on him and he's flushed pink from the neck up. he wastes not a second laving his tongue around simon's fingers, moaning and drooling around them in his mouth. johnny's eyes roll back into his head and his hips jerk once twice three times until he stills and fills his boxers with his cum. you press kisses to his neck while he comes down with simon's fingers scratching the shaved sides of his head. you take some time to revel in the warmth of the bubble created with your loves before you roll on top of simon to return the favour, signalling to johnny to do the same.
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please comment i have so many thoughts about these men that need to be talked about
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eggsplice · 6 months
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They’re parasites. You know what it means to be a parasite, right, Tommy? You know it real intimately.
(Excerpt from 'when a house is both hungry and awake' by logsteds)
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i just got to the part of pride & prejudice in like. chapter 34 when mr. darcy goes to lizzy and says "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." and um. yeah if I were a girl in the regency era reading this for the first time right as it was published they would've sent me to the seaside to treat my hysteria
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coolnonsenseworld · 6 months
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More art per pdf with DanceAU boys on idle watching Allura point out the issues in their routine
linktr.ee/mezzy
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