Hello Omander shippers! Can anyone helps to write the fanfiction where Omar and Ander adopts a pet (preferably cat bcos Iâm a cat person lol)
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Hello Omander shippers! Can anyone helps to write the fanfiction where Omar and Ander adopts a pet (preferably cat bcos Iâm a cat person lol)
you know whats fucking annoying? when someone acts so interested in you and takes the time to get to know you and hang out with you and says all these things and then just cut you off like cold turkey like no replies no responses but SURE theyâll check up on you on snapchat and view your stories but cant text you the fuck back? like honestly i know ghosting is still happening but fuck iâd respect you more if youâd actually just fucking tell me you dont want to talk to me anymore like damn i really hate dating nowadaysÂ
ya know what i hate? when people ghost you.
to be the person on the other end with no clue why they left or what you did wrong, thatâs terrible. you spend ages wondering what happened, and it doesnât fade easy. thereâs nights spent crying as you think back to every step that led to it, wondering what made it end that way. it feels like a stab to the chest every time you hear their name. you wonder if they even think about you, but why would they
thereâs no closure, it just haunts you.Â
âHonesty doesnât hurt me as much as negligence. There are better ways to get the point across than silence.â
â g.g
âImmediate replies turned to you taking hours, hours turned to you taking days. Until one day there was no reply at all.â
â Being ghosted
âTwo things to remember in life: Take care of your thoughts when you are alone, and take care of your words when you are with people.â
â Zig Ziglar (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
character concept: two people who have been reincarnated for thousands of years and have always found eachother but instead of being in love they just fucking hate eachother
i understand the point of being like âbe critical with everything you consumeâ but man sometimes i just wanna consume things without a single thought in my brain. arent yall tired
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âWhen I was a boy Iâd skip school to sell roses on the street. Â My parents gave up trying to educate me. Â They said: âHeâs lost his mind over the roses.â Â I wanted to be around flowers all the time. Â I sold so many that I opened my own kiosk across from a famous country club. Â But I could never sell on Fridays. Â The police would close our entire street so the governor could visit the club. Â But once I ignored their instructions. Â It was the day before Motherâs Day. Â My biggest day of the year. Â So I took a chance and remained open. Â When the police found out, they confiscated all my flowers. Â They even took my license. Â It was a fatal blow. Â All my money was in those flowers. Â I had piles of them. Â So I had to start from zero. Â Iâm a street vendor again. Â For awhile I was ashamed, but Iâm fine with it now. Â Itâs better than working for someone. Â I buy the roses I want, and sell them to whoever I want. Â Maybe Iâll have a shop again. Â But as long as Iâm around my roses, Iâll always feel peaceful.â Â (Cairo, Egypt)
This is like the gift to humanity
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I must be the only ppl who still faithfully ships Omander and donât like the idea of now boy / Ander at all