#small things matter

[fatigueeed]

totally didn't think about this in post nut haze pshhhh, CW: pre-t reader going on t, pussy, cli, previous dysphoria mentions, bit of personal projecting here so be nice mdni 18+, never proofread

thinking about being in a relationship with simon since you've been pre-t (whether this means you were out yet or not is up to you). sex had always been a sore spot and a direct to increase your dysphoria. mostly because of your voice. the high pitched moans whenever simon hit just the right spot would always have you guys stopping. not that simon ever minded, sex wasn't fun for simon unless you were into it.

that didn't mean that you and simon stopped having sex, it just meant that you weren't as vocal as you used to be. silencing moans and burying your face into pillows to block out the sounds spilling out.

flash forward a couple months/years, and you finally get on t, and you finally realize that your voice sounds a couple octaves deeper than it used to. there's a visible light that seems to be back in your eyes, not as afraid to be perceived by others as you once were.

one day, you and simon are in bed together, him two fingers deep in your pussy and lips wrapped around your clit, the pressure has your back arching in pleasure as you let out a deep moan.

simons eyes widen but otherwise continues what he's doing. your eyes widen as well, hesitant but letting out another moan, slowly gaining confidence back, not seemingly as afraid of your voice as you once had been.

[pagesiwontburn]

Day 3: I decided to appreciate things

With all of the things going on around me—good, bad, confusing—I've made a decision. An easy one: to enjoy the little things in life.

The older I get, the more I know that life is short and unexpected. Time seems like it's accelerating, and I don't want to waste any more of it on individuals who don't care about me, or things that empty me rather than nourish me. I used to spend so much time on what was missing, on who wronged me, or what didn't happen… but now, I want to spend time on what I do have.

Because no matter how painful some of the past events were, choosing to appreciate life gave me a new perspective. It doesn’t erase the hurt—but it helps me see beyond it. It reminds me that even on the roughest days, there’s always something worth holding onto. A quiet moment. A kind word. A song. A sunset. A breath. A reminder that I’m still here.

I understand that I cannot dictate everything in my life, but I can dictate how I react. And opting to look for the beauty in the small things—that is how I heal. That is how I proceed.

I desire to live more deliberately. And it begins with gratitude; however, minor it may seem. For all the tiny things add up. Every minute counts. And I want mine to count.

[mveir]

It's funny how the small things become so significant when the chance of having them again starts to fade.

[yeesiine]

Small things matter 💙

[writethatdown]

sometimes it's so much tougher to live your life when you think about your responsibilities, chores centred around you, your job, school, college, graduation, the next step. it's okay to live for the smallest of things. your morning coffee, texts from your best friend, to keep up with your hobby of plucking and pressing flowers for a scrap book, to be excited for the next album of your favorite artist, to hug your mom, for your dog, for a book series you haven't completed yet. your why's doesn't always have to be big and far away. live some time for the people who love you, then for the musky library, the old lady at the bakery who always smiles, and then repeat. you just need to embrace little things and realise you can always stay for such happiness.

[seasage-phd]

"People are not happy in their lives."

This is what a friend of mine softly muttered as she typed her thesis. She didn't even look up from her screen. Probably feeling my eyes on her, she finally stopped to look ahead towards the huge crowd of students pouring out from their classes.

"People are not happy in their lives. I don't think there is a perfect road to happiness, either. Even those who are satisfied with their jobs, with their marriage and with their kids are still struggling. We need to CHOOSE to avoid the negative air coming towards us. I smile at the most minor things, which are often forgotten or ignored. And maybe that's why we hanker around LOOKING for happiness."

Happiness really just stands on the sidewalk while we drive along towards our GLORIOUS GOALS. Maybe that's something we need to consciously identify. The small things. The process of getting there.

[blazed-and-brazen]

A lot has changed over the last month or so.

We bought our first house.

We moved to a new state.

Homeschooling started for our kids.

We revisited BDSM.

We started our 24/7 D/s and began practicing Domestic Discipline.

With all that excitement we haven’t been in public much, but yesterday we had a church cookout.

@hishoneybeesub had been there prior to me with the kids, because I was working until it started. By the time I had gotten there she had eaten and texted me asking if she could have dessert.

This is a rule, No dessert without me or my permission, and dessert is typically only an option if exercise also took place that day.

I asked her to wait until I had eaten and we would have some together.

Flash forward to me arriving at the cookout. She prepared me a plate of food, poured me a drink and handed it to me without being asked. I ate, set my plate down and not thinking any desserts looked appealing moved on and forgot about my deal with Bee.

Finally, after a few minutes had passed, she looks straight at me, no hesitation, full volume, “Can I please have a brownie?”

It caught me off guard, I looked around cautiously, expecting to see jaws dropped that my wife just asked if she could have a dessert. “I quickly answered, ”Yes, of course.”

I left her hanging. I felt bad, because she had been waiting. I had forgotten my dominance in the situation while she maintained her submission.

We hadn’t discussed how to deal public situations like this before. Over all I think it went well, I need do better at not being absent minded, but I’m blessed that Bee used her submission in the moment to remind me of my role in this situation.

[its-nuwanda-dalton]

How does small things matter? People say, no, they shout to the old deaf ears. Perhaps the learnt, knows the small mysteries of happiness, the small things.

The perfect ice coffee in morning, with enough sugar to make you sweet for the day. Your favourite song being played in the radio, making you forget all your dear inbuilt anxiety. Or you finding a new gem in the old rusted radio. Your legs shaking with the beats of the music, while you bop your head in pleasure. You finish your work as usual, on the time. The clock hand still has some space left, before you devour yourself in dark. Catching the glimpse of the vast floor above, turning into different hues of golden lavender, making you ponder, on the wonders in this woeful world. The fair clock have mercy on you, getting you the time to read a few more pages before the exhaustion overcomes you. Your dinner is perfect, enough to fill your empty stomach and satisfy your greedy tongue.

At last, when Selene, comes to her throne, while you withdraw yourself in your cozy chamber. The mighty Morpheus, himself bless you with sweet dreams, to let you rejuvenate for your next numbered day.

And the wise, oddly grey , would give you only one advice. To become wise enough yourself, to search such small things in your tragic life, because you need something to clutch on. Not a person, not a memory, not an overwhelming emotion. But only these small day to day things. These are the things that keeps us going. Making the life bearable just a little more.