thereâs so much joy in living a private life. looking really pretty and not posting it, going to a new city and not telling anyone, getting a fancy dinner by yourself dressed up.... like it just feels like life.. i feel alive and less preformative

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thereâs so much joy in living a private life. looking really pretty and not posting it, going to a new city and not telling anyone, getting a fancy dinner by yourself dressed up.... like it just feels like life.. i feel alive and less preformative
Imagine finding both love and friendship in one person
At some point youâve made a subconscious decision thatâs saved your life without even realising
Persephone knew all about damage and secrecy and witchcraft of the loving kind. She worshipped her night flowers. She forgave the darkness. Completely voluntarily. She didnât need a reason for forgiving it.
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Over a year ago ouat ended and swanqueen is still my otp and I love them just as much as I did when I started watching back in season one. Reblog and show me how many Swanqueen shippers are still around.
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âAw man I wish you could like go on ~platonic dates~ with friends and like sleep in the same bed as your friend and cudddle with your friends and have someone that you donât just hang out in groups with but like, have long deep conversations and share secretsâ
I donât know what the fuck happened to you guys younger than me in your formative years but literally everyyyything youâre describing is something that was included in the concept of âbest friendsâ as it was repeatedly presented to me as a child and teen.
SOmething happened along the way that got so many people thinking that âfriendâ is âanyone and everyone you repeatedly have âfriendlyâ contact withâ and thatâs NOT TRUE.
We need to seriously bring back the word âacquaintanceâ. You need to familiarize yourself with it.
Because all of you complaining about having friend groups full of people who talk shit about you or exclude you? You donât have friends, those are acquaintances.
Those âfriendsâ who donât actually know much about you and arenât that concerned about you? Acquaintances.
Those âfriendsâ you know who wouldnât go one on one with you shopping, to lunch, to the movies? Acquaintances.
You are acquainted. You know each other. You are friendly towards each other. But thatâs it. Youâre not friends.
Somewhere along the way the term âfriendâ became âanyone you know and talk to in a positive mannerâ and thatâs fine but in that case we ALSO need to re-legitimize the term best friend.
Because to a one, every post whining about âplatonic matesâ and pining for âplatonic datesâ is literally just someone wishing they had a best friend.
All of them.
I blame facebook.
Honestly youâre not wrong. This has so much to do with social media and that shit all started with MySpace & Facebook.
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