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Is it fine to wanna k*** yourself because of the immense pain you feel from seeing your loved ones suffer, die or the thought of them dying? I can’t handle the pain and knowing that everyone is going to die and my grandmothers’ and parents dying just makes me want to puke thinking about it. The present feels like forever but all of a sudden 20 years pass and you feel like shit.

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I can’t stand for it anymore.

I see a decent amount of criticism of Giselle’s dress at the ball in ENCHANTED. How, viewers say, could Giselle go from this:

To this:

and think it an improvement?

This is not the ideal choice for a gown for Amy Adams, but I also think that’s the point.

The point is that Giselle spends the first part of the movie singlemindedly trying to leave the city and get back home to her fairy tale. Her growth is when she realized that’s not enough for her any more, and she wants to commit. To put down roots. To date, to adopt the customs of this new world.

This gown isn’t intended to be a “glow up” or a “rags to riches” or “she was beautiful all along”.

Similarly, Robert is introduced to us as a sterile lawyer:

Who ALSO has a dramatic costume change at the ball:

They are DOING THE SAME THING.

Robert is trying to show Giselle he understands that her needs and dreams are not only valid but correct - here he is dancing! In a period suit!

Giselle is trying to show Robert that she can adjust and compromise without losing herself! His world matters too! Here she is in a modern gown!

And neither of them are supposed to stay in those costumes - they’re both costumes. How does the movie end?

In outfits that are casual, maybe, but colorful and indicative of themselves. They’ve met in the middle, but become more themselves. She’s more dignified and he’s more lively.

To whine about Giselle’s ball gown is to miss that that is the critical moment, almost an O. Henry situation, where the two lovers reach so far to each other that they end up changing places.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins...

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pouring my heart out so my thoughts don’t get clouded after

There’s just something about you that draws me in. From the moment I laid eyes on you, it just felt like love at first sight, something I’ve never experienced. It’s like you’re built in my head as this dynamic individual that’s so mysterious and I just want to dissect your brain and figure you out, no matter how long it takes. Everytime you’re near me, I combust internally, fighting off my urge to just grab your face and kiss you senseless. I think about you all the time. This year has been one of the best because of you. I cannot imagine being apart from you for a long time after this. I want to feel your skin, taste your lips, kiss every inch of tattoos that you have across your beautiful body. You’re a man. You make me so comfortable yet nervous. I want you to want me too. If we’re walking on dangerous territory, why do I feel so happy doing so? Danger for who? I’m legal and I want it. I want you so fucking bad. Every morning I wake up, I think about what it would be like to sleep in your bed and wake up to you getting ready for work. Would you like seeing a young girl like me roll around under the sheets? I would love to watch you get ready. Comb your hair, spray that intoxicating perfume, put on your shirt that always covers up your rebellious side. I want to feel your eyes travel down to my lips, and for you to slowly reach for them. I would let you within a heartbeat. I haven’t felt so drawn to a person in a long time, and it feels so alive.To want to get to know you and be with you. You look like a protector, someone who would take care of me. I need you

Life would hurt a lot less if you were in it.

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“I am the most insignificant and timid of all creatures.”

— Franz Kafka, from a diary entry wr. c. January 1917 featured in “Diaries,”

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reading stories, poems, poetry or any other text to your partner is a more intimate love of what you imagine, it’s fucking their neurons with your voice

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“To love your own sadness as if it were something more precious than gold is what it means to be a melancholic person. Melancholy is the intimate nature you have with your sorrow. Melancholy is the enlightenment you experience when it comes to being lost.”

— Juansen Dizon, Melancholic

I really wish there was such a way of restarting your life, only this time you get to pick and choose the details and see whether you end up with the desired expectations or still fail. At least by that, it won’t be left to faith or relying on the unknown that would shape our lives you know?

Why can’t we be allowed to live the lives that we want? You get to pick the circumstances that you want, the environment, how your own life would be, etc.

I also can never fathom why there are people out there who actually like living a life of just being born and having to be put in a system till death.

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2018 was just so boring and meaningless lol

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imagine tom hardy NOT picking characters like these

Just a random thought

So a few days ago, I decided to take some risqué pictures and post it on my instagram story (close friends only- 6 of my best friends and like 7 people but mainly 3 guys that I wanted to get attention from).

After posting that picture, I felt so nauseous and uncomfortable, as if I was being stripped without my consent by a bunch of people, now mind you it was only 13 people who were allowed to see it and majority were girls.

I took the picture down after a few hours and only one of them saw it (thank god). As expected he did DM me with something dirty and I’ve never felt more violated in my whole life. Yes I did post it hoping to get some reaction and that’s my fault. The problem isn’t what I did or how he reacted, but why I feel this way towards myself.

Throughout my whole lie, the men in my life have been the biggest disappointment, in terms of caring for me as they should all the way to even building a decent relationship with me. My father and my brother have abused me physically and verbally, my exes have cheated on me. All in all, I can clearly state that I have not had the best experiences with them. I guess I never knew why from the age of 9, I would chat with older guys online, desperately needing some sort of validation from them. Those few years that I was doing that, has got to be the most vague memories. I can barely remember what I was doing, because I had succumbed to my loneliness but no one was there to tell me exactly what I was feeling. Up until this year, I was always in support of older-younger relationships- regardless of whether the girl was underage or whether the situation was unprofessional (student-teacher). It was a fantasy of mine, to belong to a much older man, someone to protect me and care for me. Someone who I know will guard me and love me. See the hints of any problem here? Those are all the things a father-figure was supposed to do. Since I never got that, all I could rely on was the comfort of temporary replacements that would come and go, and leave me feeling vulnerable again.

As soon as I turned 18, the fantasy ended. I was no longer that youthful underage lamb. I was legal. An adult. Who was to protect me? I had this instant stigma of being accountable of my own actions and responsibilities. I guess what I’m trying to say is that my perspective changed. I started to get angry. Why wasn’t anyone here to protect and take care of me when I was in this situation? My parents did not suspect or talk to me about the dangers of the internet or what I would face. I was angry at everyone for letting my younger self have this mentality. It took me so many years to finally realize that what I was feeling was a result of what I lacked at home.