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Ways I Show a Character Is Grieving
They say "It’s fine, I’ve processed it" while clearly processing it through spreadsheets, sarcasm, or passive-aggressive emails.
They treat memories like landmines. They avoid certain songs, places, and foods like they bite and they kind of do.
They hoard weird things. A receipt. A voicemail. A cracked mug. Objects that wouldn’t matter to anyone else but now feel sacred.
They laugh at really inappropriate times. At funerals. In therapy. During serious conversations. It’s not funny, they just don’t know what else to do.
They forget things. Not just dates. Entire days. Their brain is buffering because it’s too full of everything they don’t want to feel.
They get too angry at tiny things. The pen runs out? Full mental breakdown. It’s never about the pen.
They say “they wouldn’t want me to be sad” as a way to guilt-trip themselves into pretending they’re not actively falling apart.
Ways I Show a Character Is Deeply in Love (and Doesn’t Realize It Yet)
Falling in love doesn’t always come with violins and kissing in the rain. Sometimes it looks like, “Why do I know their coffee order, favorite pen, and dog’s birthday?”
They remember everything. Not because they’re trying to flirt. Just because their brain decided, “This person’s data is important now.”
They get annoyed by other people talking to them. Why are you laughing at their joke? He’s not even funny.
They show up. For dumb things. Things they wouldn’t normally care about. Your cat’s vet appointment? They’re there.
Their body reacts before they do. Smiling before their brain catches up. Leaning closer without realizing. Looking at their mouth while they talk. Oops.
They pretend they’re just "helping out." You know. Just being a good friend. A good friend who stares at your texts like they’re holy scripture.
They get flustered when the other person flirts with anyone else. “I’m not jealous. I just… think they deserve better. Like someone emotionally mature. Who knows their coffee order. Who… wears this hoodie. Okay bye.”
They panic when the other person gets too close. Not because they’re scared of them. Because they’re scared of how much they care.
Unhealed Wounds Your Character Pretends Are Just “Personality Traits”
These are the things your character claims are just “how they are” but really, they’re bleeding all over everyone and calling it a vibe.
╰ They say they're "independent." Translation: They don’t trust anyone to stay. They learned early that needing people = disappointment. So now they call it “being self-sufficient” like it’s some shiny badge of honor. (Mostly to cover up how lonely they are.)
╰ They say they're "laid-back." Translation: They stopped believing their wants mattered. They'll eat anywhere. Do anything. Agree with everyone. Not because they're chill, but because the fight got beaten out of them a long time ago.
╰ They say they're "a perfectionist." Translation: They believe mistakes make them unlovable. Every typo. Every bad hair day. Every misstep feels like proof that they’re worthless. So they polish and polish and polish... until there’s nothing real left.
╰ They say they're "private." Translation: They’re terrified of being judged—or worse, pitied. Walls on walls on walls. They joke about being “mysterious” while desperately hoping no one gets close enough to see the mess behind the curtain.
╰ They say they're "ambitious." Translation: They think achieving enough will finally make the emptiness go away. If they can just get the promotion, the award, the validation—then maybe they’ll finally outrun the feeling that they’re fundamentally broken. (It never works.)
╰ They say they're "good at moving on." Translation: They’re world-class at repression. They’ll cut people out. Bury heartbreak. Pretend it never happened. And then wonder why they wake up at 3 a.m. feeling like they're suffocating.
╰ They say they're "logical." Translation: They’re terrified of their own feelings. Emotions? Messy. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. So they intellectualize everything to avoid feeling anything real. They call it rationality. (It's fear.)
╰ They say they're "loyal to a fault." Translation: They mistake abandonment for loyalty. They stay too long. Forgive too much. Invest in people who treat them like an afterthought, because they think walking away makes them "just as bad."
╰ They say they're "resilient." Translation: They don't know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden. They wear every bruise like a trophy. They survive things they should never have had to survive. And they call it strength. (But really? It's exhaustion wearing a cape.)
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me whenever i think of a new storyline/plot idea that hits like absolute crack:
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