treasure of mine,

i wonder what it’s like to be loved by you

[tesoromia]

WELCOME TO ZIA’S BALLET STUDIO!

Hi there! I’m Zia! (21) Welcome to my small corner of tumblr where I write sfw pieces about our lovely haikyuu boys. (I’ll be writing a LOT of ushijima, just a heads up :p) I hope you enjoy your stay!

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please don’t copy or repost my writing. <3 blog started 5/10/21

[breakingpengui1]

world cold and hard, ushi warm and soft

[tamoru]

🍫🐮 tinies

[sadlyoptimistic-deactivated2024]

author: i'm realizing now that this is all bare minimum shit, but guys are being mean to me right now so this is me being self indulgent. also very brief mention of nsfw

you wanna know why i love ushijima so much? because he’d be a good partner.

when i say that, i don’t mean that he’d be loving and kind and whatnot, though he definitely would be. i mean that he would pull his weight in your household, and would be a self sufficient, but also supportive partner.

ushijima wouldn’t stand around like an idiot when your house needed to be cleaned. he wouldn’t expect you to tell him what needs to be done, he would just find something that needs to be done and do it. he wouldn't tell you out of the blue when he ran out of shampoo, expecting you to drop everything and go get it for him. he would just go get it, or ask you when you were going to get groceries anyway. he wouldn't leave messes for you to clean, or underestimate how hard your day at work was. ushijima would value you, respect you, and split things equally. if he needed more support, he'd ask for it, and if you needed extra support, he'd be there to give it to you. of course he would also be loving and kind and an amazing guy all around, but most importantly, he would be a partner, not someone who needed you to be manager or his mommy.

and if you chose to have kids, he would never take you for granted. he knows his career is hectic, and doesn't exactly make parenting easy, so he does what he can when he can. when you give birth (if you give birth), he doesn't complain and is there for you the whole time. when you take a family trip to the zoo, he packs lunches and helps get the kids ready. when your child comes home crying, he actually sits with them and comforts them instead of leaving it to you. if you need alone time, he gets it, and instead of being a douche about it, he just takes the kids and lets you chill.

ushijima would just be so supportive, and it would all be effortless. he treats you like royalty on top of this and respects you as a person. he's just the best <3

in reality, all of this is very bare minimum, so don't you dare settle for less, but i appreciate it nonetheless. ushijima would get that it's bare minimum, and he would do it without thought, and he would be really hot while doing it.

also he would rail you on the daily bye.

[kagejima]

Rae rae my lovely moot rae! I'd like to continue the toshi vs cat hcs that were sent in last week! so after that initial meeting between toshi and your cat toshi takes it upon himself to learn more about cats since he's never really been around them in general. the next time he comes to your place he's fully prepared to face your cat again, and slowly over time the two of them become best friends (making you a little jealous) where your cat even naps with toshi on his stomach! just cute little thoughts about toshi with a cat make me giggle hehe I hope you like it! <3

LMAO LMAO LMAOOOOOO OKAY LISTEN FJSJJFKSJFJE

Wakatoshi has made it his life goal now to be your cat's best friend.

Volleyball best friend?? Teammates best friend?? Tendou best friend??

No, now it is cat. Only cat exists to him.

He goes to his local bookstore and he buys like every book he sees that says something about cat ownership, and when he gets to the front of the line, the shop owner is like "Oh! Did you get a cat?" trying to make conversation.

AND TOSHI IS JUST LIKE, HE'S GOT HIS DEFAULT FACE

"😐 no"

AND THAT'S ALL HE SAYS!!

shop owner is just trying to finish the transaction quickly bc they're scared now JAKJFWKJFKAFJE

ANYWAYS OKAY LETS SEE, USHIJIMA AND CAT, LETS GO

more thoughts under the cut (gender neutral reader)

Normally you wouldn't let a whole ass stranger house-sit for you, but also Wakatoshi has proven himself to not be a whole ass stranger over these last few months of dating.

He's still absolutely terrified of your cat though, so most of your dates together are either spent at his home or he takes you out somewhere.

But what you don't know is the man has never had any experience with cats in his whole life. Besides the ones that he sees sometimes when he's out jogging, man has had no contact with cats ever.

And even though he's terrified of yours, he wants to form a bond with it. Because he knows your cat means the world to you, and you mean the world to Wakatoshi, so man is gonna befriend this cat or die trying.

So when you just sort of casually mention that you're going away for a weekend soon because of a work obligation and you pout that you can't really find a friend to babysit your house and your cat, Wakatoshi tells you he wants to.

And like I said, normally you wouldn't let a whole ass stranger house-sit for you.

But this is also gentle giant good boy Wakatoshi we're talking about here.

So when the weekend comes, before you take off, you're explaining your cat's feeding schedule and where he usually likes to hide if you can't find him and this and that.

Wakatoshi is trying to pay attention to what you're saying, but your cat is sitting on the kitchen counter, his tail all whippy and he's staring at Wakatoshi maybe about a foot and a half away.

Wakatoshi is very thankful you printed out everything you're currently telling him.

Anyways, after a good-bye kiss and a tight hug and a "call me when you land", Wakatoshi shuts the door and he jumps when he turns around and your cat is sitting a few feet away from him on the floor.

Wakatoshi seriously starts thinking that he's made a mistake offering to house-sit for you.

He carefully walks towards the cat, hugging the wall as he inches past it.

It's quite comical, really - a large and beefy 192 cm man flattening himself against the wall in order to not have to deal with a harmless little animal that weighs no more than 10 pounds.

Wakatoshi thinks he's in the clear when he's in the kitchen, but surprise!

Cat's on the counter now!

Wakatoshi tries to shake off the cat's intense gaze as he gathers things to make a sandwich for himself because he's a little hungry now.

"Sh- Shoo..." Wakatoshi says, his large hand gently whoosing through the air for the cat to understand after he lays everything out on the counter.

Cat doesn't move.

Cat's still staring at him.

"......Get down?" Wakatoshi tries.

Still nothing.

Wakatoshi sighs and goes about making his sandwich.

He's about halfway done when he hears the smallest trill after he opens the package of ham.

When he looks up, the cat's eyes are laser-focused on the deli meat that he pulls from the package.

Wakatoshi tests it out, slowly moving the ham slice back and forth in front of the cat, and the cat's eyes get even bigger.

He remembers reading something in his books about how feeding time with a cat helps the bond with them.

He's careful as he pulls apart the ham - a piece no bigger than his thumbnail is held out as a peace offering.

Wakatoshi holds his breath as the cat comes closer, sniffing at the deli meat before he snatches it up.

Wakatoshi swears the cat doesn't even chew it - it's just gone in one go.

But the ham is enough though.

For today.

When you facetime Wakatoshi after you land, he very proudly shows you that your cat is now in his lap and is purring away.

[vilevvords]

Next door neighbor Ushijima who, despite his 6 foot 4 glory, is like a ghost. No one has seen him move in, you just noticed the doorbell panel change one day and figured. Always out and about before you are and not yet back when you come home. You’ve been lucky to catch a glimpse of his broad back one day as he left, always hearing the older ladies living in the apartment complex talk about the handsome young man who just moved in.

Who, when you finally met, quite literally took your breath away when you bumped into him as you pushed open the door of the laundry room with your back because you were holding onto the laundry basket, quite sure you just ran into a concrete wall. Who apologized despite it not being his fault and offered to carry your basket, leaving you a flustered mess because the grannies were right.

Who’s apartment is so clean and neat it’s almost sterile, like straight out of a catalog. No cushions on his sofa, no candles on the coffee table, and it seems like he just bought some picture frames and never changed the default pictures, only looking for some color on the wall.

Who goes to the market regularly to buy fresh vegetables and chats with the elderly lady running the stand, asking for recommendations and exchanging recipes with her.

Who always extends his hand, signaling “after you” when you’re both on your way downstairs, letting you go first. Who lingers at the bottom of the stairs for a bit longer when you go up in front of him to bring some space in between you two to avoid making you uncomfortable.

Who always makes sure to greet you when you meet, mumbling “Good morning” in a kind of low grumble and with the corners of his mouth ever so slightly turned up that you feel your face heating up uncontrollably, an odd sense of warmth swarming in your chest.

Who, despite his stoic nature, never fails to pat the dog across the street on the head, no matter the rush he is in, smiling a rare smile so breathtaking when the big Labrador nudges his arm with the top of his head, demanding more pats. Who always makes sure to put dog treats on his shopping list, although he doesn’t own a dog himself.

Who never once misses calling his mother on Sundays, nodding and humming along to the same old “Are you eating well?”, “Remember to change to a warmer duvet” and “Bring an umbrella, I heard the weather is getting worse.”

Who thanks his roomba for the hard work when he comes back home after a long day of practice because he’s appreciative of the help, no matter if it can apprehend his gratitude or not.

From who’s balcony you can always hear the muffled sounds of a volleyball game playing on TV on one of his off-days, occasionally interrupted by a faint, mumbled cheer, because he’s a man of insatiable passion.

Who finds a weird sense of agitation sprouting in his chest when he doesn’t see your car parked in the driveway when he comes home because it’s odd. Who stays up a bit past his usual bedtime that day, lounging in front of the TV and straightening his back every so often to be able to catch a glimpse of the street, uneasiness fading once he sees your car pull up.

Next door neighbor Ushijima who is adorable in his own little glorious, matter-of-fact way. Who shows that he cares with his actions rather than his words because it comes so much easier to him. He owns my heart.

[ezurum0reservation]

ushijima wakatoshi is the kind of guy who doesn’t know where to put his hands when he kisses you.

picture this y’all

in my mind, he doesn’t know how to ask for a kiss either, so it’s kind of just him standing like 2 ft away staring at you expectantly, with his usual stoic expression and like blown out pupils because damn he’s so in love, walking over slowly and leaning down to ur height (or not if ur tall hmu im single )

and giving u the softest most delicate kiss ever with his hands straight by his sides, and then just gazing at u with this look of pure adoration in his pretty olive green eyes.

:

the first time it happened, u had no idea why he was staring at u so damn hard, with nothing about his body language giving anything away - but he keeps doing it nd after a while, whenever u notice toshi staring at you silently, you know exactly what he wants.

he has no idea what to do with his hands when he kisses you, but he knows he likes how you hold his face with ur hand placed just below his ear when you kiss him back.

[shoulmate]

There are things for which you've never had an appreciation before. Like that space on your back? Around the your lower ribcage? Yeah it's obviously part of your body, you're aware of it. But you've never appreciated it before.

Not before Ushijima.

Ushijima who decided that's where your center of balance is and places a hand there to dip you when you're dancing. It's where he puts a hand, arm wrapped around your side, as you accompany him to events. Or where he places his hands to gently lower you onto your shared bed.

Of course there is a lot about you that Ushijima appreciates.

Your smile, your patience, the light in your eyes when you talk about one of your passions.

But the natural resting place for his hand when you wake up curled around each other is intimate.

And when he wakes up for the first time in Poland, still holding you, he decides it's one of his favorite things in the world.

[lovecrumbss]

dreamy spaces 🏹

[hishalo-deactivated20221128]

11:57 PM | KUROO TETSURO

“that’s wrong. you’re supposed to—“

“ugh,” you groan, slamming your forehead down to your notebook before kuroo has a chance to reach over and fully explain your mistake.

he’s a good tutor, but you suppose that’s all because he’s the TA for the class too. and you’re lucky you were able to book a slot with him before they all filled up. you’re grateful, really! but then again.

“if i hear you say ‘that’s wrong’ one more time i’m dropping out immediately,” you grumble against the notebook paper.

it’s quiet for a moment. then kuroo speaks up.

“that’s incorrect.”

you groan again, slouching back in your seat and dragging your hands down your face. it’s late, you’ve been at this for a while, and you have decided you completely and utterly hate statistics with your whole entire heart. turning your head to look over to kuroo, you’re greeted with a smooth grin that is a flip side of your pouty little frown.

“i’m dropping out,” you huff.

“no, you’re not,” he chuckles, and you nearly flinch when he raises a hand to swipe back the hair that got stuck to your forehead. “what you are doing is mixing up your steps. look.”

and there he goes, leaning up beside you with his pencil in hand. he’s talking, you know he is, but your eyelids are heavy and you’ve pulled all nighters the past two days to study for your upcoming exam and the steady rumble of his voice is just so calming.

so it’s really not your fault when your head lolls over and is suddenly resting against your tutor’s shoulder.

“yn—“

“just gimme a few minutes, just wanna rest my eyes,” you mumble, and his shoulder is so much more comfortable than you thought it would be, honestly.

kuroo goes stiff for a few minutes, because literally what else is he supposed to do? the person who he secretly can’t keep his eyes off during ever lecture falling asleep on his shoulder? how is he supposed to act in this situation?

timidly—though he’ll tell his friends how confident he was during this moment later—he lifts a hand up to run it through your hair. and no, he does not blush when he hears you hum at his action and then wrap both your arms around the one of his you’re leaning against.

and really, he would be more than happy to stay like this for as long as possible, but the library is going to close in just a few minutes. so, with just a bit of internal panic and a whole lot of regret that he has to do this, he shakes you a little bit—gently of course.

“yn.”

“mm.”

“the library is about to close.”

“mmn.”

he bites the inside of his cheek and curses himself for finding this as cute as he does. so, as good as he can without jostling you too much, he starts grabbing your books and sliding them back into your bag, then doing the same to his own.

“yn, i got your stuff. we need to go,” kuroo shakes you again, and you mumble something under your breath that he doesn’t really pick up on. “come on, up you go.”

even as he raises you out of your seat and onto your feet, you still don’t unwrap yourself from his arm. honestly, he’s not even sure your eyes are open as he slings the both of yours bags over his shoulder and starts leading you towards the door.

he’d rather die than admit to his current inner mantra of ‘don’t spazz out don’t spazz out’ as he walks out the door and into the open campus air. he starts walking, and he doesn’t even know which dorm you’re in so he’s not even sure where he’s going.

“kuroo,” you speak, making him jump just a little as you break your silence. “why are you taking me back to your dorm?”

kuroo’s steps stutter to a halt and he realizes that he is in fact—although it was completely subconsciously, he swears—leading you towards his dorm building. his brows furrow as he looks down to you.

“how’d you know this is my dorm?”

“my window,” you point, to the building the two of you have just passed, right across from the one you’re standing in front of. “it’s right across from yours. by the way, you’re a really bad dancer.”

kuroo wants to die on the spot as you look up to him with a sleepy smile, and he knows he’s blushing, he just hopes you can see it from the dim campus lights.

“please tell me you’ll just forget you ever saw that,” kuroo grins sheepishly, bangs curling up a little with the humidity in the air.

“that depends,” you shrug, unwrapping yourself from his arm and stealing your bag back from his shoulder before taking a step backwards.

“on what?” kuroo asks as you turn to walk away, fingers gripping his own backpack strap. his arm still feels warm from your contact.

you look back over your shoulder, and kuroo thinks you look far too pretty under the shitty campus lights.

“whether i pass my exam or not.”

and kuroo really can’t help it when he cuts all of his other sessions with other students short just so he can squeeze in more for you. he just wants you to pass is all! he cares about everyone’s grades!

(and it’s all for naught anyways, because you see him dance a lot more. but this time in a front row seat on the edge of his dorm room bed. and he never fails to grab your hand and make you dance with him.)

reblogs appreciated <3

[tamoru]

ushiten brain worms

[tesoromia]

Away from Home ft. Wakatoshi Ushijima

an angst scenario in which ushijima notices his partner is homesick.

920 words, angst scenario, gn! reader

Warnings: homesick reader

Wakatoshi knew.

He always knows. 

Sometimes it’s easy for you to forget how observant Ushijima truly is because he’s always silent about it. Most of his observations go unsaid. Like how he noticed the way you always hum to yourself when you’re in a good mood or the way your hair feels the softest the day after it’s been washed. He sees and makes note of almost everything going on around him. 

And most of the time he’s content with keeping his observations to himself. But not this time.

Ushijima began to worry about your wellbeing when he noticed small changes in your daily habitual actions. 

It was the slightest quiver in your bottom lip and the way you leaned into him, subconsciously looking for support, as your parents spoke to you over the phone detailing upcoming house renovations and updates on the state of your favorite lilac bushes that were currently blossoming.

It was the small sigh you let out after hanging up the phone and the way your shoulders were tense as you lay your head on his shoulder and sit in comfortable silence after the interaction on the phone.

It was the way your gaze lingered on the photos your mom sent showing the hummingbird feeders, and the way you passed the phone to him to give him a chance to see.

He had taken note of all of these things, but it was today that he finally knew what was the cause of your behaviors. 

It was the forced smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes when your parents asked you how you were doing during your call with them today that gave it away.

You were homesick.

But "homesick" don't seem to describe the extent of your feelings, he thought to himself. 

It was when you rose from your spot next to him after the call to go sit on the balcony that he became aware of the depth of your hidden feelings.

Earlier that month, you dragged your favorite chair out onto the balcony and would spend hours on end sitting out there. It was so that you could "feel the sky" you had told him when he'd asked why you had been spending so much time out there. Sometimes, you'd be out on the balcony, sketching the cityscape, and you'd show him the work when you'd completed them. But what he didn’t know was that in addition to the drawings he'd see, you’d also spend hours sketching your homeland from memory in attempt to regain connection to your home.

But he still knew you were longing for the fresh open air and the endless sky that you had grown up with even in your attempts to hide it from him. You couldn't escape the longing you felt for the place and people you loved so much.

Ushijima knew that you weren’t truly happy with him in the city, even though you loved him and would give anything for him. He thought about everything you’d done to ensure that he was able to follow his passion, from making him special lunches that worked within his diet, to spending endless nights sleeping alone when he was away. 

And, when reflecting on all he'd observed throughout the years of what you had done for him, Ushijima was overcome with an intense feeling of gratefulness. But at the same time, he felt a pull at his heart. He recognized the feeling as deep sadness. What if you had given up the life you truly wanted. For him. 

He feared that the most: that he couldn’t give you the life that you truly deserved and longed for. 

With him you could never be completely happy.

He knew he had to talk to you about it, so he waited for you to come back inside. It was not too long when you returned from the balcony.

“Darling,” he called out to you softly.

As he laid eyes on you, he noted that your face hid the sadness it once held. Your normal resting expression had returned. Not a trace of longing remained, he noted.

“What is it, Toshi?”

All of a sudden, all words left him, and he felt at a complete loss for expression of speech. He didn’t know how to raise the subject to you.

Should he begin to extend the immense gratitude he felt towards you? No. Surely you would suspect that he knew something was wrong. Should he just be honest and tell you that he knew you weren’t happy?

Seeing you standing there in front of him, he thought he couldn’t possibly.

And with that, he made his decision to let it go, like he had done many times before with other things. 

”Oh, I was just wondering what we’re having for dinner.”

You blinked, and he held his breath. Then, to both his relief and dismay, you smiled at him in your usual manner and began to list off the options for your evening meal as you move to sit beside him.

Little did you know, your words were falling on unwilling ears as Ushijima was too distracted by the encounter to be paying attention to you.

Weighing his decision to keep quiet, he thought that maybe it was better for you if you didn’t know that he knew what you were feeling.

At least that’s what he told himself to justify keeping quiet about the fact that he was noticing the lightness leaving your eyes, slowly, slightly, one day at a time.

haha maybe college changed me because I never thought I would be capable of writing angst. Sorry, I'm a little out of practice with writing fics, but I hope you liked it, but if angst isn't your cup of tea, don't worry, more fluff will be coming soon :)

Feel free to reblog if you liked it! :)

p.s. I missed you all and writing so much! if you're reading this, thank you for sticking around, and being patient with me when I took my massive hiatus as I adjusted to college life. <3

[tesoromia]

the symbolism of watermelon seedlings being the smallest of all the baby plants at the beginning of the season, and then being the biggest out of all the plants in our garden during harvest is a reminder that all big things start from small beginnings, and that even the smallest dream can reach great heights. Every big goal once came from a tiny foundation. To get to the end result, we must start small!

[sashimiyas]

Ushijima taps keys one by one with his index fingers only to be greeted with an error.

WRONG PASSWORD. TRY AGAIN OR CLICK FORGOT PASSWORD TO RESET IT.

He frowns at his computer, glaring at the device. Why is technology so hard to manage? What was wrong with pen and paper that has been proven tried and true through the ages?

Having had enough of this nonsense, he calls for you, “Love, where are you?”

“In the kitchen!” You shout out.

“Can you come here?” Ushijima refreshes the browser but doesn’t dare try again, afraid he’d lock himself out. He’s done that before and that was more of a headache than he could manage. “I need help.”

You peek your head into the office room, “What’s going on?”

“I can’t login to my email.” Ushijima explains, “What’s my password again love?”

“TurtleDuck22. The T and the D are capitalized.” You come in smiling, more than amused at his struggles. “Remember?”

Of course he remembers. He chose it for this very reason. It’s his first petname for you along with his Olympic number. Back when you first started dating, the two of you went on an ATLA marathon when you found out he’d never watched the greatest animated series in the world. It was alright.

“Turtle duck,” he repeated after watching the scene with Zuko and his mom. “That’s cute.”

“Isn’t it?”

“That’s what I’ll call you. My little turtle duck.”

He smiled at you like he was the smartest man in the world. You made fun of him for being such a sap but with the way you didn’t argue and kissed him right afterwards, he knew you liked it.

“Yes, I remember.” He looks up at you and places a hand at the back of your thigh, leaning in for some comfort. He truly hates this part of his job. For some reason this feels much harder than doing one hundred consecutive serves. “I don’t know what I am doing wrong.”

“You have it on caps lock Toshi.” You point at the key and push it with a giggle. “What would you do without me?”

“Probably never be able to login to my email.” Ushijima tries one last time, and as if by magic, he finally has access to his emails. He looks up at you in gratitude, a small, thankful grin lines his face, “I am very lucky.”

“Yes.” You agree and give him a peck before handing him your jar of salsa that you had been hiding behind your back. “Now can you open this please?”

He takes the jar out of your hands and opens it with ease. Then with a teasing tilt of his head, he asks, “Now what would you do without me?”

[tesoromia]

crying

[tesoromia]

A Dose of Wisdom: My Message of Love, Power, and Strength for Single Women on Valentine's Day

"oh, you met someone? he treats you well? keep him," they said.

"don't let him go," they said.

--

He may be a great person. He may treat you well, respect you, listen to your every word.

But, it's okay to let go.

There is such a pressure these days, for a woman to "hold on" to the man in her life simply because he treats her well, even if she isn't happy in the relationship. There is such a pressure for a women to be a good girlfriend, to stay in a relationship, because it is proclaimed "healthy" by society.

But when it comes to life goals, different genders are treated differently and taught to prioritize different things in society.

I cannot tell you how many times I've met women in university who tell me they support their boyfriend's or partner's career goals, academic goals, and other things, all without receiving the same treatment in return. I have seen women help their boyfriends prepare for exams that the boy did not study for, find their boyfriends internships, even going so far as to help write their applications, all while the boyfriend would never do the same for them. We are fed the narrative that we be "supportive women", all while sacrificing our own lives for the careers of men.

Don't even get me started on our business school dynamic. Behind the (many but not all) male business-major raising his hand in class to speak empty words are 20 women who actually completed the assignments, the group work, and the assigned readings for the lectures. Behind our school's football players are 3 or 4 (mostly women) tutors assigned to take time out of their busy schedules to help complete the boys' homework because they do not attend lectures during the day, sacrificing their time to help the boys pass classes and receive grades they did not earn or deserve. The discrepancy is real. But that is a story for another day.

The point is that when a man proudly proclaims to focus on his aspirations and goals for his life, we praise him. We say "what a strong, hard-working, dedicated man. He will not let any obstacle in his path deter him."

When a women puts herself and her goals first we say she's "being selfish", or she's "missing out" on things in life, like relationships.

Why is this the case?

It is not selfish for a woman to put herself first -- to have goals, dreams, and visions for her life, and to want to put those before a relationship.

Last semester, I was in a relationship. As time went on, while I cared deeply for him, I began to miss spending time studying. I wanted to be able to spend my time working on homework, or other projects, not going on dates.

But I felt guilty about these thoughts.

I had been fed this idea that I should want to be in a relationship, that my boyfriend should be my focus, not my academic or career goals. So when I didn't want to go on a date, but rather wanted to study, I felt badly, especially since there was nothing bad about him specifically. I had different goals at the time. And I did not want to be in a relationship. But I felt such a pressure to stay with him.

I was torn about the idea about breaking up with him because he was a great person. When asking for advice, I was told I "might not find someone else as good as him because he is so nice", that "I should not let him go."

But I was not enjoying the relationship. I wasn't happy.

Just because someone is good to you, does not mean you automatically should to stay with them. And the fact that people were saying what a great person he was made me feel guilty about wanting to end the relationship.

How sad is that? That our standards are so low, that it takes a man treating a woman with basic human respect and decency for people to advise you to stay with him just because of this.

It sounds cliche, but in my experience, our relationship really was that saying "it's not you, it's me."

In my experience, there was nothing wrong with him. He was a great person. It's just that I had different goals, and I wanted different to prioritize different things.

And that is okay! I am allowed to have goals that aren't revolved around having a boyfriend, or being in a relationship.

I had to tell myself, it is okay for me to focus on myself. Now, I proudly proclaim that I am putting myself first, with no guilt. Because, there is nothing wrong with putting your own goals first, to choose yourself.

My dear strong woman, you can choose yourself too.

--

"why did you end the relationship?" they asked.

"he was so nice," they said.

"because I wanted to focus on my growth" she replied.

She did.

And she thrived.

[strxnged]

plant dad!ushijima who loves and hates standing still while watering, because it's so different from what he usually does, but somehow so relaxing and helps him slow down.

plant dad!ushijima who hums ever so quietly because tendou once told him plants liked his voice and he made an unconscious habit of it.

plant dad!ushijima who has a routine for watering his plants he knows better than the back of his hand and if you ask him about it he'll tell you about it cleanly in order leaving no details out.

plant dad!ushijima who gets excited when he sees his plants have grown. a fond smile may pass over his lips.

plant dad!ushijima who likes looking through catalogues and planning out his seasons, who knows a ton of facts about succulents, who will bring you a baby watermelon plant and tell you how to take care of it, as a love language.

@tesoromia come get your man 💚💚 also feel free to add on idk 🚶

[tesoromia]

HOW DID I MISS THIS OMG *DIES* ITS SO GOOD I LOVE LOVE LOVE

[tesoromia]

zia, you’re gorgeous. that’s it that’s the tweet. just. you’re so cute. how have you been? <3

OMG STOP *dies* you’re too kind to me 😭 i can’t handle the sweetness

I’ve been great thanks so much for asking!! I leave for uni on Friday! I cant believe it’s here and I’m so nervous! Ahhhh panik

How are you doing bb? How’s the weather for you?