during an impromptu therapy session with one of my friends reflecting on my past relationship, she asked me about how my ex asked me out
as i was explaining it and my reaction, some realizations began to click in my brain
i had a panic attack
i said yes because that’s what society expected me to do in that moment, what my friends wanted me to do in that moment
i didn’t actually like him in a romantic way
i thought he was cool and liked being his friend
but i didn’t like him like that
and i didn’t know how to express that
and i had a panic attack
now, looking back, it’s so clear to me what i was going through, but at 17 and not fully knowing what i was experiencing and because of the pressure from people around me, i said yes
The other day, my mom started watching this British show called, “Harlots,” and there was a woman who was a slave, and she was freed from her owners. However, her two young children, they couldn’t have been older than 5 or 6 years of age, were not liberated.
My mom, who’s conservative, (I’m liberal, btw), and is somewhat apathetic to the present treatment of immigrant families, said, rather grimly, “Can you imagine?” as the children were dragged away and their mother started crying.
I said, “How do you think those immigrant families feel?” and she finally understood.
Realizing the people i’ve loved deeply have never fully loved all of me hurts lol i think abt it from time to time but i cant let myself for too long. Rationally I know its not a reflection on who i am but it can quickly cycle into a bad place so i try to let the thought pass.
Those eyes, glowing brightly, peering into his being, judgingly. The brown and green colors of the garments that draped over the humanoid frame, it’s long green hair almost blending into the colors of the clothing. Their face was covered in a haze, hiding their features, only those eyes showing. Thandiroq heard the roar of the Dreamer behind him, but his eyes did not shift, he was fixated as he stared at the figure before him. Those eyes, full of hurt and sorrow.
Thandiroq laid in the bed with Blair held tightly in his arms, after his quest to have a vision, the gift that Aisleen had provided him with, they returned to Stormwind and spent the night in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace. The feeling of complete euphoria that Thandiroq felt in his vision was overflowing, he needed to, wanted to share it with Blair. The feeling of being with her, with his Star, he was back within the vision again. Falling through the heavens until he once again looked upon Elune, but this time he was lost in the eyes of Blair. That’s when he remembered, we are all connected. The thought was fleeting in that moment as he held tighter to Blair, The euphoria goes on into eternity. Love it in gratitude and accept it. A wide smile formed on his face as he looked down to Blair, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he whispered. “Dalah'kal, Dalah'surfas. For all time.” He leaned down and gently kissed Blair’s forehead.
As the morning sun raised into the sky Thandiroq remained awake, once again his mind going back to the glowing green eyes of the figure in his vision. Standing there in a field full of colors amidst an assortment of dragons, peering into his being. Slowly the haze around the figures features began to lift and Thandiroq’s eyes widened. We are all connected.
He was back in Auberdine, his birth home, a scream in the distance rang out and Thandiroq became tense as he saw his uncle run past. Danyael, his uncle that had returned to him, the last living member of his family, his blood. He was there to pick Thandiroq up from his fall in Auberdine and now he had returned to help him once more, to become more. With his uncle’s arrival came the knowledge that Thandiroq wasn’t what he feared he could become, a murderer, a savage, one who thirst for power. He was the son of a Sentinel, Sanaha his mother, born to take up arms not to destroy or take a life in anger, but to protect and preserve life. Thandiroq felt like a child, listening to the stories his uncle told him of his mother, of how she stood strong in the face of danger and came out stronger for it. Not for honor or glory no, for family and faith. Thandiroq’s eyes teared as he thought of how his mother once lived, he wept like he would as a child when his mother would tell him stories of the first invasion in an attempt to scare him, before wrapping him tightly with a hug. Suddenly something flashed in his mind, something not from the vision or memory of his childhood, but of a fallen comrade. Daveon spoke, “Why do you act so childish?” A frown formed on Thandiroq’s face frowned as he thought on the question. “Perhaps it is because I am a child, there is so much for me to still learn, I...” We are all connected.
Once again he heard the Dreamers roar as he continued to look at the figure, the face almost visible now. A second roar echoed from behind and now Thandiroq spun around his eyes widened as it was not Ysera he saw but a Night Elf, dressed in the same colors as the figure he was just looking at. The same colored eyes peering at him, with long green hair, but atop of his head sat two magnificent curved horns. His face was clearly visible, familiar to another he knew. Again he heard the Dreamer roar from behind him and Thandiroq froze. A voice spoke, a voice he knew, an unmistakable voice, “Would you fight to protect them?” Thandiroq turned to look at the first figure, the one whose eyes peered deep into his being, the haze now completely gone as he looked upon the figure before him. Thandiroq fell to his knees and began to sob, “I’m so sorry, I was childish, I did not think.” He tried to lift his head to look into the glowing eyes, but his head was heavy. “I should have tried harder... should have just tried to find another way.” Slowly his head began to rise. “I thought only of who I was trying to protect. I did not think. I did not even try to comprehend that the dragon we faced was doing the same.” The tears in his eyes began to trickle slower now. “I am young, that does not forgive my actions. I am foolish, but that does not mean I can not learn.” Thandiroq’s eyes met the figures as his head rized, slowly he stood up as he continued to peer into the green orbs. “I have learned, I will continue to learn.” We are all connected. “Yes. I would fight to protect them, will fight to protect them. All of them.” Thandiroq stood tall as he spoke, a single tear ran down his cheek as he turned to look to the dragon in Night Elf form behind him. “All of you.” Thandiroq looked up and saw now the figure of Ysera in the sky and the moon behind her form. A sudden feeling of warmth entered his body and he became overcome with happiness as he brought his eyes down to meet the eyes that he first looked upon. The eyes that greeted him at the tavern in Stormwind that day long ago.The eyes that looked down to him the day he was made a Dragongarde. A title he thought he had lived up to, until this time. “I will earn your trust again, I will show you that I will always be there to protect you as I have protected the others.” Thandiroq formed a smile as he walked closer to the figure, clearly the same as the one behind him, a dragon in Night Elf form. “We are all connected.”
Thandiroq snapped out of his trance as the sudden realization hit him. “Elune. Blair!” He gently lifted the warlock up and stirred her from her slumber. “We need to talk.”
“Don’t say a word. I know what happened. And I know why you did it. How you’re feeling right now.... I think I know. So don’t be anxious. I won’t ever run away.” -- Hong Seol
So I just realized something from Harry Potter and I feel like I’m really stupid for getting this just now but like i feel like its something no one talks about?
Ron reads Harry’s tea leaves in divination and says “Your gonna die but your gonna be happy about it” and technically thats true because in the last book harry has to die and thats good because that means he kill Voldemort. So Harry Dies and he’s happy about it. So Ron wasn’t that bad at reading tea leaves?
