I Wish I Could Just Turn Off My Existence For The Next Few Days And Turn It On Again When My First Week

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I’m pretty sure the quartering act makes this illegal, no? Same shit British soldiers did to us I believe. Entered your home without consent and just took whatever they felt like. In search of rebellion weapons and whatnot.

What has this country come to.

I did. But I also technically didn’t.

I may or may not have slept through a minor (very feelable though mind you, because my brother woke up and the walls were rattling about) Earthquake. It woke everyone else we were staying with up (we were out of our home state). My dumb ass slept through it like a baby. I wasn’t even on a proper mattress. I was on an air mattress, on the floor. I should’ve felt it.

Felt nothing of the sort.

I’ve also slept through some of the most major hurricanes in the past two decades though, so I mean do with that what you will. I also went out to take photos of wildflowers when a tornado danced just outside of my family’s house, and watched it from my bedroom window while I was still in an open field a short walk from our house recording and identifying a plant species for fun and I didn’t even hear it. :/ I’m just built different I guess.

One of these days my obliviousness will kill me I think.

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…. I’m pretty sure this never went away as a concept my friend.

I say this from the wealth of pop songs on heartache and such.

Also because I am one of many young people who have an Ex that they would gladly welcome back if things would work out for us that way. What are you supposed to do when the one person you fall in love with realizes they’re Aro and can’t love you in return the way you need to be loved? I didn’t stop loving them. Doubt I ever will. But they can’t love me the way I love them. I’m ok with that. I can love them from afar, because to see their happiness for me is enough. To know that they are well is enough of a balm on my wounded heart to try again with someone else, even if a part of my heart will always have belonged to them.

I will say though, there’s a terrifying influx of people who don’t know how to be content with not having what they want, especially young men of the Andrew Tate listening variety. And I think that is perhaps one of the many off shooting roots of this problem connected to a much larger one at the center.

I think it would do good to modern teenagers to be re-introduced to the idea of unrequited love. Like yes, you're wildly in love with this person who doesn't like you, or if you already bungled it, might actually be actively repulsed by you since you unintentionally creeped them out. And it's painful and tragic and it hurts. That happens sometimes. So what can you do? Honestly nothing, other than to mope about it and suffer through it like it's a long, hard bout of illness that takes months or even years to recover from.

And I think kids should be taught that this isn't just fine and normal, but that you totally can - and actually should - romanticise it. Because since there's nothing else you can do about that sort of thing, you might as well have fun having it. You do get to be the the Tragic Suffering Protagonist about it. It's a beautiful, keen and unique sort of pain that is your own personal tragedy and 100% a you problem.

The idea that the only acceptable outcome of falling in love with someone is a relationship with the object of that desire is genuinely dangerous. The idea that the only way to a happily ever after is to "win them over", get out of the friend zone, finally do some feat that'll impress them or prove your worth and finally get the girl. That's not how it works, that's not how any of this works.

Moping isn't inherently bad for you. Okay of course it's possible to spend too much time wallowing in self-pity, but it's good for you to indulge in it as needed. The difference between poison and medicine is dosage, and everyone is allowed to have a little bit of small personal tragedy sometimes, as a treat. You have to do it sometimes just to get it out of your system, be sad about something for long enough to simply get bored of that, and go do something else.

And not to get "A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down" stuck in your head, but sometimes that's the key to it. If the only way to go through something is to suffer through it, might as well make it sweet. Sometimes you just gotta be like "I love her and her happiness means more to me than my own, and she does not want me, so therefore I must do this Noble Sacrifice and suffer in silence and simply let her be happy without me" for like six months or a year until you're done being like that and over with it.

I don't know who the fuck thought it was a good idea to instead teach kids that the only acceptable thing to do is to keep bothering the person you like until they give in in and let you out of the ~friend zone~ and you win. That's just not healthy or helpful for anyone involved.

Well shit. Can’t be cursed.

I….. I…. Want…. Shineee…. Pretty….

Flower Hair Claws // Sweet Shop

Get that better life for your kids, escape that abusive partner, seek amnesty from war in a different country, GET THAT BREAD, GO GET EM TIGER.

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I have a really really old one that I’m gonna add because it’s also beautiful and y’all deserve to see every beautiful sunset that life has to offer. (Sorry not sorry I’m a hell of a sappy little dryad creature, deal with it.)

Here ya go. I was little so I had to ask my mom to take the photo for me cause I didn’t own a phone at the time. (I was like maybe 9 at the time.)

okay i need everyone to see the fucking sunset i just took two pictures of

The people who’ve done the most harm to me are the people I loved and trusted completely. The people who I thought loved me as much as I loved them. I didn’t think they could hurt me. Because they were supposed to love me. And then one day they did hurt me, and suddenly everything no longer made sense in the world anymore.

The truth is that love is a double ended sword. To wield it you make a wound; you must be vulnerable to have it, and that vulnerability will either run you through or make you twice as strong. And the scary part is that you put your fate of your heart in someone else’s hands. It is literally to disarm yourself and trusting completely.

I just wish I could say I’ve been skewered through the emotional guts by people I gave my everything less than I actually have.