Every Heart Has Its Own Skeletons

Hello, my name is J. I have built a lovely community over a few years and hope to continue spreading positivity with your help. I answer asks sometimes on my public snap "ThirdEvee" and I try to engage with my followers when I can. This blog was designed mostly for mobile viewing. Must be of legal age to be on this blog to view NSFW content (at least 18+). I have no tolerance for underage individuals or those who sympathize for minor participation. I will report any illegal activity as necessary. Also, please inform me of sources when missing. Below are my most common tags: Welcome: for if you are new to the blog Me: my words and selfies Mine: my content Humor: I think I'm funny sometimes Video: my videos Info: basic information about myself Opinion: my personal thoughts on topics Rant: my annoying rants Submission: all submissions to this blog Tips: this is one is kind of a joke Important: I apparently find these significant Community: Flagged posts I encourage followers to comment on to help respond Favorite: Some of my favorite posts of all time

[thirdevee]

Info

Me: J (him/his), 36

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Don’t worry you’ll hate her someday and never think of her again you know how this works

Uh no

Not how that works

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Let the ending say what it wants.

What was real needs no words, it’s self evident. I also know what I carried before I ever knew its name.

Some love does not beg to be believed. It simply remains quiet, stubborn, and impossible to make untrue.

Hurt is a thick choking fog over everything it touches. It is not to be argued with, only to be understood and respected.

Pain may need a simpler story, a clean cut. But truth could never be so small.

It holds the love and the damage. The devotion and what failed to protect it. The sacred parts, even beneath the total wreckage.

My hands held both clouds and sun. The grief will always outweigh the pride. Just as my growth will outlive the wounds I once let lead me.

Still, a small light will remain where the dark will never reach. So I may always recognize you. Not the ending,

You.

Perhaps in another life, the light will be easier to recognize.

But now,

I keep walking.

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In one way or another, fear can show what matters most to you.

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How are you so certain about this person?

lol too long of an answer and too personal for an ask.

What’s important is that they know, that’s all I care about. What they do with that is up to them.

For you? Just know I’ve never been more certain about anything. I’ve never felt or taken long needed actions before, this person truly is like no other. If they ever questioned whether they were truly loved, I hope they know the answer by now was always yes. However, I had to heal, and I chose to be honest even here about the ugliest parts of myself. The resulting clarity is both freedom and confinement in one. Because of them I feel seen. Because of them I also got to feel a deep purpose.

When it’s the right person, it’s well beyond logic which is the only way my brain usually operates. Like a thread is always connected no matter the distance. Her voice is silk, her eyes honey, her desire is wildfire that I burn in every time with need for more. Words are not my art, but to me she is human perfection down to their faults. She exudes something ethereal I don’t know if anyone else can feel - not even herself - but I do.

Oops now I made it long and didn’t even tell you the “how”. I delete these anyway

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Make her safe (always)

Make her laugh (often)

Make her cum (repeatedly)

Make her a wife (once)

Make her dream (nightly)

Make her needy (constantly)

Make her a mother (if she wants)

Make her proud (daily)

Make her a home (forever)

Make her peace (consistently)

Make Her your life.

I choose Her.

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There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved. - George Sand

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If a million loved you, I am one of them, and if one loved you, it was me, if no one loved you then know that I am dead.

-Franz Kafka

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Humans require bonding, the lucky ones find genuine love. But deep romantic love, the kind people spend their lives looking for, is interdependence. I cannot be convinced otherwise.

It’s not that you can’t live without them. It’s that life becomes more fully itself with them while life without them feels like merely surviving.

Even though we are imperfect beings, myself chiefly among them, true love is the closest we come to something perfect. Not because it is flawless, but because it makes our flaws worth carrying.

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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. - Pablo Neruda

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I, for one, am down with this change. I follow for you, not whatever parasocial version of you people have created in their minds and expect you to be. There are a plethora of other places to be horny in this site. I’m happy to see you beginning to live in a way that feels better for you and I hope whatever pain that you may be experiencing develops into something that helps you along this path.

Taking a break on anons for a bit but this is one of the most genuine ones I’ve ever received, thank ya.

I still have responsibilities to follow through and some ways still to go.

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There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. - Nietzsche

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he’s my ex but idk if it’s a false positive because one of them was negative

Again, so much context missing to give something helpful. I’m sorry

I’ll say this - if you feel he’s still a safe person and you need that support, then talk to him.

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i took two pregnancy tests and one of them is positive - do i tell the guy or wait until after i go to the doctor?

That’s a really sensitive topic including if you’d keep the pregnancy, relationship status, if this is the right guy/time for it, etc. to be answering as an ask on here. I’m sorry, I hope you have someone to talk to.

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why is your content and posts gone?

It was a long time coming but I no longer liked who I was seeing and I stopped being proud of who I was. I may answer another anon message I saw sometime which will give a little more insight.

Regardless, the past few months I’ve been changing things to better reflect where I’m at. Keeping core pieces of who I am but intentionally reconfiguring or outright removing the pieces that caused harm to myself and others.

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I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.

- Hafiz

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If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. - Jane Austen