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I have an end-of-life patient to whom I spoke today. She burst out laughing and said, "It was all such fun. I just had so much fun." I wish this for everyone. I wish that we each would meet death laughing, with little regret and even less fear.
In the dimly lit corners of a desolate town, there lived a woman named Emily, whose existence was mired in utter despair. Her once promising life had taken a devastating turn as she became entangled in the suffocating web of her loveless marriage to a man named Matthew. Embracing his narcissistic tendencies and a seething anger that consumed his soul, Matthew reveled in tormenting Emily, reducing her to a mere shadow of her former self.
With a heavy heart, Emily stumbled upon a glimmer of hope in the form of a man named David. Their connection, though forbidden, provided a fleeting refuge from the unrelenting darkness that engulfed her. Alas, David revealed that he was already in the grasp of a toxic relationship with a woman named Lily, whose very presence sent shivers down Emily's spine.
Lily, with her icy grip on David's heart, mirrored the malevolence of Emily's husband. To compound Emily's suffering, she was forced to confront the cruel reality that Lily was not only youthful but possessed an irresistible allure that Emily could never hope to match. Consumed by self-doubt and a gnawing sense of inadequacy, Emily descended further into a pit of desolation.
As her days turned into agonizingly long nights, Emily's spirit eroded, and the weight of her unrequited longing grew unbearable. She found herself trapped in a perpetual cycle of yearning, forever confined to the prison of a loveless marriage while her heart wandered in the desolate realms of unattainable love.
In the darkest depths of her despair, Emily's soul became irreparably shattered, her flickering hope extinguished by the cruel hands of fate. With each passing moment, she realized she was doomed to endure a life drenched in sorrow, forever condemned to yearn for a love that would eternally elude her grasp.
And so, in the abyss of her existence, darkness reigns and hope dissipates, leaving only the bitter taste of unrequited love and shattered dreams.
Just don’t ask me how hard I worked on this unless you want to see me cry.
In the depths of love, I once did fall,
Opening my heart, giving my all.
But alas, my dear, the pain does arise,
For in your eyes, I felt my demise.
A break up's weight, heavy on my chest,
Leaving me in sorrow, feeling unrest.
I trusted you fully, let you inside,
But now I'm left wondering, why I tried?
It cuts like a knife, the feeling of dismissal,
A love once strong, now dwindled, a fissure.
I feel I'll always be second, not the one,
Another lover's priority, never to be shunned.
But though my heart is broken, it still beats,
For deep inside, a longing never retreats.
If you change your mind, if you see the light,
Know that I'll be waiting, day and night.
Yet, in this pain, I must find my strength,
To let go of this hurt, find a new wavelength.
For I deserve a love that knows no bounds,
Where my heart's cherished, where true love surrounds.
So I'll heal these wounds, and find my way,
Unwavering in hope for a brighter day.
Though tears may fall and sadness may ensue,
I'll rise above, stronger, and love anew.
how much shall we make jaskier pose this season? joey batey: yes
*shrugs* some women have penises.
And some guys don't.
Who tf cares unless it's your partner?
I'm just feeling rant-y at the snowflake conservatives that cannot handle this.
@jamesbukkakebarnes precisely 😌
happy pride ! to the faggots and freaks, the trannies, the boygirls and girlboys and the he/him butches and she/her twinks ! to the gendervague and the genderfucked !! to every trans and nonbinary person at whatever stage they're at !! and to the eggs and the questioning ! to my bisexuals and pansexuals and omnisexuals and polysexuals and the lesbians w/ boyfriends and gays w/ girlfriends !! happy pride to the queers who wear battle jackets and the queers who stealth and every single one of you in between !! happy pride to my aces and aros !! happy pride all you funky sexual deviants and kinksters !! to my elders who faced decades of bigotry and lost many a loved one, and the youngsters learning our history and experiencing it themselves !
I love you all so so much I love us and who we are and I ask you: be kind to each other
Jaskier bath scene in pastel pencilsss
This is me looking for something that smells like Daddy before bed
Did you know? The reason citation in APA use only initials and not full names is because some women ran an experiment. They submitted some articles they’d written to a journal and the articles were rejected. They changed nothing about the articles except the authors’ names, which they changed to male names, and resubmitted them. The articles were accepted.
the amazing devil lyrics that make me absolutely insane
give me back my heart you wingless thing
'cause if we join out hands in prayer enough to god i imagine it all starts to sound like applause
and what you see is not the dark it's just the gods upturning inkpots
i can't do this (you can) i can't do this (you can) i can't do this (you can) i can't do this you don't understand
and i can smell the smoke of hell in every stitch and seam
and i promise to be patient and you promise to be kind
are you god or devil
but we'll burn a hundred theaters if it means we get the wallpaper right
'cause though my jokes are my armor and my kindness is my sword
but like rubbing wine stains into rugs, it's my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse
it's what's engraved upon my heart in letters deeply worn
i'll stay because i will be the man my father never was
with you, i could summon the gods and the stars
you angel heart you monster
so hold me, lover, like you used to
those songs we sung, those words we flung for fear of sound
grow young each time that thunder in your lungs begins to rumble at the world
you're brave because they broke you yet broken still you breathe
'cause i'm between that just one more and drank too much again
i said i'm fine it's just a sitting down in the shower day
your eyes aren't rivers there to weep but a place for crows to rest their feet
shoulder the sky
all your mother's weaves and your father's threads let me rob them of your now 'cause i'll darn you back together
i'm the captain of courage you've eternally lacked i'm the jesus of wishing to christ he'll come back
love does not exist here
in the back of a cab, like two puppets with no strings
this here is not makeup, it's a porcelain tomb and this here is not singing, i'm just screaming in tune
you try so loud to love me i cannot seem to hear
write me well my love, write me weird write me willing, write me well
after summers of fasting, i feel hunger at last for the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known
we built our castles just to watch them wash away
sometimes i fall to pieces just to see what bits of me don't fit
'cause darling i was born to press my head between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading
welcome to my table, bring your hunger
i'm lost i'm found in you
i should go home i'm not lonely i just like being on my own
our devils broke rank, and out of the depths came an army
'cause life begins by leaving and our love is shown in the letting go
but if you ask me for my fire just watch me (just watch me) just watch me burn
in the wreck of all we burnt stands our piano like a wound
and when that fox howls i'll howl with it in it's cries i'll find an end
you do not get to hurt me just because i asked you once if you were alright
and in a moment of total rapture and with every strength i have i ask if you play D&D and your face lights up like you've woken up from this endless fucking nightmare of pretending this is you
and to those gods i will speak bluntly we've an accord if you ever touch or harm him please rest assured that you might not fear a man but to a woman by the end you'll kneel and plea
the mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings
and that voice unspoken's heard 'cause if god made us all in his image then god's a fucking nerd
as i make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right
there are fanfics you will recommend to your friends with enthusiasm and then there are fanfics that no-one can ever know you have read
Little psycho (affectionate). Graphite pencils, white and black coloured pencils and ink on toned card, A4.
jsut a short comic inspired by the 5 pixels we saw of joey and henry behind the scenes
Scribbled Betty White with UniBall Signo gel pen on watercolor paper