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Hey Steak. I’m super emotional today because it marks the anniversary of my moms passing 7 years ago. I’ve been with my boyfriend for 4 years now and every year he forgets. Is it just the heightened emotions that are breaking my heart rn? I literally don’t expect much - like a phone call just checking in would do...

one: yes you are emotional which is totally fine

two: ALL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD NEED TO STOP HANGING THEIR EMOTIONS ON PEOPLE TO PERCEIVE WHAT TO DO AND SETTING THEM SELVES UP FOR DISAPPOINTMENT WHEN OTHERS FAIL.

your life is not a movie, your relationships arent perfect. If you arent flat out telling people around you what you need then you are selling yourself short. And mostly if you are getting mad at someone for not guessing you might need comfort instead of space (or vice versa) or even what xmas gift to get you.. then you are the asshole not them. COME ON! SET YOURSELF AND YOUR RELATIONSHIPS UP FOR SUCCESS AND START ASKING FOR WHAT YOU NEED/WANT.

kissingthe-lipless

A reminder for myself.

steaktalk

18/f/straight Is the "honeymoon phase" actually just a *phase* in all relationships? Is the sudden loss of effort something that should be tolerated from your partner?

loss of effort = loss of interest and/or value

honeymoon phase requires no effort thats when its easy.

you need more effort the more time that goes on , never ever less.

rejisol

Hey fun fact, if you write fuck in the tags your post wont show up in any tag, so uuuuuh heads up

princessparadoxical

Also fun fact, adding “porn” in your reblog tags (e.g. “history porn” or “fashion porn”) means that those posts won’t show up when you search your own blog.

uozlulu

Wank too. It’s why I changed all my fandom #wank posts to fandom #dramaz posts

vorpalgirl

….well this is a psa that needs to go around

spacemancharisma

I tagged one of my drawings as “well mark me down as both scared and horny” and it vanished from the other tags until I removed that so… “horny” too, apparently

nerdgasrnz

One of my comics wasn’t showing up in tumblr tags until I removed all my tags with the crass language in it. (”shitposting” and “bitch” were the 2 I suspected) Then it conveniently started appearing publicly in the tags.

raeseddon

Oh my god this site really did become catholic

hjbender

The following tags are (also) no longer searchable:

erotic orgasm bdsm sexual* vagina breasts foreskin suicide semen ejaculation foreplay masturbation

*Note: this includes combined search terms such as “sexual health”, “sexual help”, “sexual orientation”, etc.

Tags that are still searchable:

white pride white power whites only aryan volkisch n*gger ch*nk and probably every racial slur you can think of, I was too nauseated to look anymore

coldpapernightmare

@staff @yahoo @support this is not good, this is going to loose you money

blacksicret

Wild Idea… How about we report @staff @yahoo @support for being racist? I know it sounds idiotic but think about it.

The staff, Yahoo and the support have to “fight” against this report and have to explain how they are not racist or homophobic or whatever.

Could this work? If yes..

Can we please make this a thing?

Force them to look at what they’re doing with this once so wonderful website full of love and acceptence.

I’m sick of Tumblr destroying everything we’ve build on our blogs. Our Blogs are our diary’s and yes they sometimes are about sexualitys, depression, suicide and sex. But sex is freaking beautiful! It’s a beautiful and just natural topic. Our Blogs are a part of our past and they are a part of our soul. No matter what kind of topic it includes. Everybody was fine with others showing what they love and what they like to do. Everybody was fine the the everybody lived as they wanted to. I really can’t understand how the @staff and the @support could let something like this happening.

Tumblr was our home. But everything changed when @yahoo attacked our feeling of security.

kissingthe-lipless

💯 this

rachaeldee

ten years ago tonight, dylan and i hung out for the first time. a group from our residence was going to a halloween house party in montreal and my two girlfriends dragged me out, a last minute addition to the group who waited for me to throw a costume on. i wasn’t adjusting well to moving away from home and was pretty reserved the first semester of university. i was dressed as a makeshift where’s waldo and dylan was the guy from ‘the strangers’ movie. we ended up at this loud house party, his mask pulled up on top of his head, me perched on the arm rest of an old couch, drinking boreale blonde and talking and laughing all night. after that we started sitting together at the cafeteria if we were there at the same time, chatting at residence events, going sledding together. laughing together. my friend.

tonight we got home from work, kissed, went for a run together. we showered and curled up on the couch with trader joe’s indian food and laughed at stephen colbert. made a batch of cookies, unloaded and reloaded the dish washer, cut up veggies for our lunch tomorrow, made oatmeal for breakfast. he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, gave me a little squeeze, asked if i wanted tea. my husband.

the universe is this big, wild, terrifying thing. and there’s a thousand lives i could have lived, loves i could have found. but i look up at the universe and the stars and thank every single one as often as i can that i found exactly this love. exactly this friend.

rachaeldee

wednesday love: don’t ever feel like you need to have an intimate relationship with the internet. share what makes you happy ☀️

rachaeldee

our wedding day was the best day of my life.

it’s six months later, tuesday, and we both had long days at work. we cooked a special dinner to celebrate dylan submitting a paper for a conference he worked on all weekend and opened a really good bottle of red we’ve been saving since the summer. we sat and talked for over an hour after dinner, about us and our life and our plans and also the news and technology and what to watch next on hbo. dylan then spent the better part of an hour trying to teach me to juggle, with limited success, and tears of laughter.

and somehow this, too, is the best day of my life.

kvtes

Well you have a perfect body, looks, clothes, and an amazing boyfriend. That's definitely a life/person to be jealous of. I desperately wish I had those things

you are only wishing for the things i post, which is usually only the good parts of something (my body, my looks, my clothes, my relationships, etc.). i’m not “hiding” the bad parts from all of you in only posting the good, though. “people have to earn the right to see it. and they have to know that when they’re seeing it, it’s an absolute honor and privilege for you to have let them in.” // brené brown if i was in your shoes and i was seeing this space as a place where i saw the things posted as ‘perfect’ rather than just ‘good’, i would know that i was feeling some sort of discontent with something in my own life. this is very simply comparison. just because you see something that is good in someone else’s life does not mean the good stuff in your life is any less good. this space is curated in order to protect myself and the privacy of the lives of my loved ones. remember: once you put something on the internet, it’s there forever.

rachaeldee

relevant always 💫

petalya

so many girls i know are deconstructing. growing wild, growing impatient, destroying the rule books held over their head. it’s a shift. got girls i know either growing their hair out long and wild or shaving it off. breaking up with everything and everyone not serving them. coming into harmony with their bodies. releasing old patterns and going through the mud because they can feel the sun rays through the cave they’re about to step out of and they know bliss is waiting. i can’t explain this. got girls i know learning how to do handstands and moving across the country and quitting jobs for better jobs. completely uprooting their lives and going with that flow and living life wild and starting from the ground level to move on up because..it’s time. support all of you making moves because we might look crazy but..we’re still out here changing things for ourselves and others

kissingthe-lipless

Welcome to 2019 🙌

rachaeldee

i just realized that i’ve been sitting on the train with an incandescent grin reading the chapter where michelle first meets barack obama and holy moly if you haven’t got her book on your list please add it

theselfcarelifestyle

Yo just a heads up, when you start loving yourself loudly and setting healthy boundaries, you’re gonna piss off any toxic people around you.

icedcoffeebee

loved one: sorry, i can’t hang out! i have plans with other people

my hellbrain’s instincts: wow you love them more tha-

me, ignoring her and working on being a better person: that’s okay! i hope you have fun! can we hang out some other time?

howilearnedtocope

I love this bc it’s a little snapshot of what the intermediate stage of recovery/treatment/growth can look like.

It might not be what you expect. I think people want to stop having those thoughts immediately, and if they can’t they feel that they’ve failed. But that’s not true! Challenging those old thought patterns is exactly what recovery looks like

sweethotnight

yesterday this girl in my academic writing class sits down next to me and puts 3 bananas on the desk (which was jarring by itself) and i had two bananas in my backpack so i wanted to see if she would notice if i added those to her banana pile when she wasn’t looking and when she finally looked back at the bananas she sighed and said really quietly to herself “oh my god…i have so many…” and put all five of them in her backpack