Sweet Seals For You, Always

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the love you give others will find it’s way back to you.
Probably not. And it doesn't have to either. That's the point of a gift.
“You deserve to be with somebody who will drive three hours, just to see you for one.”
— Guidelines For Finding Someone Worthwhile
There are parts of me I don’t hand out anymore. Not because I’ve turned cold, and not because I’ve forgotten how to love, but because life has taught me — again and again — that some people only come close to see what they can take. I talk a lot. That’s the easy part. Words spill out of me like water, filling the silence, covering the cracks, keeping the world from noticing how much I’m holding back. People hear the noise, but they never hear the truth. They don’t hear the things I swallow, the things I bury, the things I’ve carried for twenty-plus years because loyalty is the one thing I’ve never known how to fake. I’ve kept secrets that weren’t mine. I’ve protected people who never protected me. I’ve held stories that could’ve burned bridges, but I kept them locked inside because I wanted to be someone others could trust. And what did I get for it? Judgment. Dismissal. Silence. People treating me like I’m invisible until they need something from me again. I don’t want to be the victim in my own story. I don’t want pity. I don’t want to be seen as fragile or broken. I just want to stop feeling like my worth is something people use until they’re done with it. I get angry sometimes — how could I not? If anyone else lived a day in my shoes, they’d understand the fire that rises in me. The exhaustion. The frustration. The ache of being the one who holds everyone else’s world together while mine keeps slipping through my fingers. But even in my anger, I’m still the one who forgives. Still the one who tries. Still the one who shows up for people who don’t show up for me. And that’s the part that cuts the deepest — not the lies, not the betrayals, not the silence — but the way I keep offering my heart to hands that don’t know how to hold it. I don’t want to feel worthless. I don’t want to feel like a placeholder in other people’s lives. I don’t want to feel like my loyalty is a resource people drain and walk away from when the well runs dry. I want to feel seen. I want to feel valued. I want to feel like the love I give isn’t something people take advantage of but something they honor. I want to stop feeling like I’m the last one on everyone’s list when I’ve spent my whole life putting them first. And maybe — just maybe — I’m finally learning that the loyalty I’ve given away so freely is something I need to start giving to myself. Because I’m tired of being the strong one who never gets held. I’m tired of being the loyal one who never gets loyalty back. I’m tired of being the open heart in a world full of closed hands. I don’t want to feel used anymore. I don’t want to feel like I’m begging for the bare minimum. I don’t want to feel like my worth is something I have to prove. I want peace. I want honesty. I want reciprocity. I want a life where my softness isn’t a weakness but a gift. And maybe the first step is finally admitting that I deserve more than the scraps I’ve been given.
“You’ll be okay. Storms don’t last forever.”
— Unknown
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
“To you, I’m gonna give all my secrets away. Would you then, if you knew everything about me, still you still want to stay?”
— simplesophistications
https://youtu.be/fdIYwIWfYyo
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As a comment on one of the YouTube videos put it, this is not a song you go looking for. It is a song that finds you.
It found me today. I don't know what this means for my life but I am forever changed. 😂😂😂
quick reminder that my own lesbian-nonbinary-ass genuinely supports the hell outta each and every one of you. regardless if i know you or not, im happy to be living in this shithole of a life in the same world with you.
and im proud of you, i know in my heart just how beautiful, amazing, talented, smart, and worthy you are and i hope you can see that too🏳️🌈🌈
I never see the abrosexual flag anywhere! Yess! As a lesbian gender fluid I SUPPORT.