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A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their loverâs once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds Iâve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, âis love a feeling? Or is it a choice?â We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, weâd never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the âfeeling of loveâ had vanished or faded and they werenât happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. Iâve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. Iâve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think itâs something I needed right now
Tumblrâs one true talent is making me sick of things Iâve never seen or read or heard.
This makes so much sense
This accurately displays 'running on fumes' as well. Like, once you get to, say, 5% in your tank. Still 100% of your effort. This is such an amazing visual. Even knowing that my chronic pain impacts what I can do day vs. day, seeing this visual just really helps.
I do not force xreaders to be blank slates. I do not leave hate comments if a xreader character behaves in a way I wouldnât. I donât demand part twoâs. I let the writer take me on a journey and enjoy the fic as they intended as it is their labor of love. And if I donât enjoy the fic? I EXIT THE FIC AND SAY NOTHING TO THE AUTHOR!!!
So many people never learned to live with harmless discomfort at any point in their lives and holy fuck does it show
âBut I wanna know!â Youâre gonna have to learn to be ok with not knowing some things, especially when those things involve personal details about strangers that theyâre not comfortable sharing.
âBut itâs confusing!â If you take the time to educate yourself itâll no longer be confusing. Otherwise youâre just gonna have to learn to be ok with being confused.
âBut itâs weird!â You probably do weird things all the time. Everyone does weird things sometimes. Life goes on.
âBut it scares me!â Is it hurting you? No? Youâll be fine. Being scared and being harmed are not always the same thing. Learn to tell the difference and then act accordingly.
âBut I want it!â And I want a million dollars. You canât always get what you want.
Addendum:
"But it makes me uncomfortable!" The world is an uncomfortable place and complete strangers are not required to fix that for you. Learning to endure harmless discomfort is a life skill for existing in public.
"But I don't like it!" There's plenty of things in the world and not all of them are fun or enjoyable or For You. This applies to everyone and we all have to deal with that in a mature fashion.
"But I want to do the thing!" You can't always do what you want. Most people learn this in preschool. Wanting something does not entitle you to be inconsiderate to the people around you.
The difference between "There used to be hot summers too,â and a climate crisis.
big spread of them,,, still hoping they suffer for another 500 years or so, can't stand them being happy i say, like a liar
my friends saw this much earlier bc i was gushing alott (ty for indulging on my silliness!!) also i keep forgetting that I can also just draw them as actual monkeys,,
my partner said something that kinda rocked my world
Babe are you OK? You reblogged "even if you get worse".
still rattling in my brain, hope they suffer actually,, that being said though, i do adore the idea of them being overtly affectionate,,
Hey, donât cry. Free online database of Japanese folk lore
Might I add, free database of mostly European folklore and myths
A Book of Creatures by @a-book-of-creatures doesn't update these days but is another thing along these lines, really huge, fully illustrated all by the author and cites all sources
Free database of Native American folklore, sorted by tribe.
Lemme touch your face - Part 1/3
KICK THE CAN!
Letâs play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13œ years now
And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!
Why is MK always at the scene of the crime
I saw @sleepingheadzzzzzâs DTIYS and I thought it was soooooo cute. I havenât drawn Shadowpeach in a while(like from scratch), so this was super fun! Love them :3.