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Imperial

"A marriage ending isn't a failure at all. I spent eleven years with her. We were so in love that we couldn't image life apart from each other. We got our own place, adopted a dog, and supported each other through school. I thought if tow people loved each other enough the rest would fall into place, except... love isn't everything.

And I didn't want to believe that, but we were sitting in counseling one day, talking about our future and I realized we were describing two completely different lives. Where we'd live, what kind of life we wanted, what made us happy. And it hit me that- I love this woman and this woman loved me. And after eleven years of loss, grief, career changes, we were so deeply in love... but we weren't aligned. And I kept thinking 'We just need to try harder. We can find some compromise to make this work,' because that's what you're supposed to do when you love someone, right?

But the reality was, we had just become different people. Her trade school took her in one direction, my graduate degree in another and trying to force us back into who we were five years ago wasn't coming from a place of love. It was coming from a place of fear. Fear that, if this ended, it meant we wasted eleven years. But sitting there across from her, I realized: That's not how love works.

Those eleven years happened. They were real. The dog, our home, showing up for each other through grad school and trade school. I wouldn't change a single thing because loving someone doesn't mean you're meant to stay with them forever. And letting go doesn't erase what you had. We measure marriage by whether it lasts forever or not, but what if we measured it by whether it mattered?

What if we measured it by the love we gave, the life we built, and the people we became? Because love's job isn't to last forever, it's to help you become fully completely yourself, and sometimes the most loving thing you can do is give each other permission to be yourselves, separately. But the dog doesn't know were' divorced. He just gets two Christmases now."

Pulled this from this guy Preston Rakovsky's Instagram (@prestonrack) because it is a beautiful perspective on love, marriage, and relationships in general.

wholesomepostarchive

6/19/2026

lady-bohemia

microdosing friendship by hearting posts but never actually talking to anyone

utopians

I consider myself a real hater but sometimes you really do go too far with haterism. once I had to break mutuals with someone bc they hated the entire art form of poetry and the final straw was when they started hateposting about soup. The food

hottestthingalive

hi op. every time I see this post I hear it in her voice

aphractal2

old deer coincidental framing concepts

justcakethanks

Just a warm, friendly visit from a friendly friend!

a few bonus things under the cut - stuff I didn't end up putting in the comic but which I had too much fun drawing to leave completely out.

loony-ludy

Don’t worry, it’s not an insult! Calling someone “the shit” is actually a common earth compliment!

Template by @justcakethanks whose comics have been making me lose it for the last several days

morallygrayautisticscientist

Grace: Do you think you can add spice to the MeBurgers? I’m a hot sauce kinda guy.

Rocky: What is spice question?

Grace: It’s when humans eat something that burns our mouths because it evolves to be painful to stop animals from eating it, but we like the flavor of pain.

Rocky: ……….there is something wrong with your entire species statement.

dudethatsmypillowcase

These guys are filling up my notebook and sketchbook. First page is gouache, pen, and posca, next two are ink doodles I digitally colored.

Below: The ceramic Rockys I made look like chicken nuggets. (I’ll come back and post how they come out fired)

exhuastedpigeon

Sometimes the best fic you’ve ever written isn’t on ao3. It’s in 50 frenetic discord messages sent over a fifteen minute span where you and your friend yes and each other into a perfect story that will never actually be written.