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Janaina Medeiros
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Origami Around
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Love Begins
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I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
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$LAYYYTER
occasionally subtle
if i look back, i am lost
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Stranger Things
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@trippplefangurl
Shits getting complicated
Love that. I love that I canât tell my side of the story. Love that I canât talk about whatâs going on because someone doesnât want to seem like theyâre strong. It directly affects me and Iâm not strong enough not to tell people or to talk about it fully, how are you?? Youâre struggling and I see it and I wish youâd let me help. Why are you so afraid? Itâs okay to hurt, itâs okay to ask for help, itâs okay to cry, itâs okay.
I know itâs my fault
Itâs my fault we stopped talking, and I know thatâs a fact. I cut things off because I was afraid, but shits going down right now and I need something normal. I know this kind of normal hadnât been a thing for a while, but I miss it. I miss that we used to stay up and talk about shit and just play games together. Iâm sorry I cut it all off. You have every right not to talk to me anymore, but I mean it still hurts. You said youâd text me when you wake up, but instead of hey you tell me youâve been up for hours and just didnât say anything. Kind of hurts, not even hiding it, because you donât hide it either. Thereâs just a lot going on and I needed a distraction, Iâm sorry I decided to make that distraction you.
  Girlâs are amazing
I think we broke the notesâŚ
i feel like iâm reblogging history. âthe post that broke the notesâ
THERE ARE NO FUCKING NOTES
WE HAVE REACHED INFINITY
what the heLL
UmâŚ.guysâŚ.
There are negative notesâŚ.
WHY ARE THERE NEGATIVE NOTES?
HOW ARE THERE NEGATIVE NOTES?!?!?!?!
Its in the black hole of tumblr
At time of reblogging, this post has 1 note :â)
Uhm nothing was there then I hit the heart and 1 note popped up.. Guys Iâm scared..
it has reset to 0 notes. what have you done?
now itâs floating in the middle of the thingy
EVERY DAMN TIME
Thereâs literally nothing there.Â
What is this?Â
I couldnât scroll past this. I need to be part of history for this. There are no notes do you even realise
Let it be known I was here on this day of march twentieth twenty sixteen and Iâm laying in bed at nine thirty am
WOO NO NOTES PARTYYY
WTF IS THIS?!?! IM CONFUSED NO NOTES WUT DA ACTUAL FUCK
I LIKED IT AND IT HAD ONE NOTE.
ONE.
NOTE.
Oh wow there are seriously no notes..
What the heck.
OH MY GOSH ITâS TRUE. There were 0 notes, now i liked and just one note popped up! Iâm.. Iâm not sure how this can happen..? But now Iâm part of history YEAH 24th March 2016 - 03:05 am
WHOA SO WEIRD
I just had to see it for myself and itâs true. Holy crap.
On this day, March 24th, 2016 at 12:22 in the afternoon, I have made myself part of history.
itâs back
HuhâŚ.
Iâll probably always reblog this
I feel like tumblr staff have been motoring this post and they put a special code in it so no notes ever show up
This post is historic
you can never not reblog this when it comes on your dash tumblr rule
7/9/16 - 8:32 pm
Take your chance and be part of it. Theyâll talk about this in their history books in future.
Literally no notes
I liked it one note pops up
What the everloving fuck
23/11/2017
5:44pm
Wtf.. thereâs not even a message saying 0 notes xD
29/11/17
No notes
One note popped up
22/12/2017
07:46 AM
whoa
⌠thereâsâŚ. thereâs no notesâŚ. đł
1/7/2018 there are still approximately zero notes
I have some fuckin questions
Holy shit 1/7/2018 5:56 PM no notes
Iâm reblogging this only bc I saw that @clingytransboy can take his binder off without taking off his shirt and lemme just tell you YOU ARE A GOD MY DUDE WTF
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Holy fuck what the hell thatâs nuts! I love when this post comes back around
holy fuck what the hell thatâs nuts i love when this post comes back around
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holy fuck what the hell thatâs nuts i love when this post comes back around
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holy fuck what the hell thatâs nuts i love when this post comes back around
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holy fuck what the hell thatâs nuts i love when this post comes back around
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holy fuck what the hell thatâs nuts i love when this post comes back around
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Iâm reblogging this again itâs so cool
Why are the bots doing that�
Iâm reblogging this for the bots whoops
Shits about to go down
So thereâs a lot of family drama happening right now and Iâm the only one who knows the full story. Iâm the only one who knows shits about to happen. Iâm the only one who knows itâs only a matter of time before things start to change, but Iâm not allowed to talk about it. And the fact that I canât talk about it makes me feel like Iâm keeping some dirty secret, and in a sense, I am; however, this change will be good for my mother and I suppose thatâs all that matters. However, Iâm just worried about what happens when the truth is finally said. What will happen then? Iâm not sure, and Iâm not so sure I want to find out either.
i think about this a lot
The guy got his life and career destroyed by his divorce, cut him some slack.
he was also sexually assaulted by a man who could destroy his career
protect him
reblog if the man on the right is just as beautiful as the man on the left
people grow old? like, thatâs a thing that happens? leave my guy alone.
Also that photo on the right is from like 2010 when he specifically and intentionally gained weight for that unfortunately lame family comedy Furry Vengeance
This is from earlier this year
Protect Brendan like we protect Terry Crews
https://www.gq.com/story/what-ever-happened-to-brendan-fraser
Please read this. Heâs a wonderful man who went through so much.
Heâs got a house on the countryside and bought a horse used on one of his shoots for his Autistic son, who he clearly loves so much.
his story is very poignant and telling but also you donât need a whole ass backstory to not get shat on for getting fat. even if none of that happened y'all still arenât invited to get at him
Do you ever just wish you were good at something??
Like, I understand the whole âjack of all tradesâ thing, but being good at something seems like it would feel a lot better than this gray I feel right now?? Like yeah, I doodle, but Iâm not good at art. I sing, but not well enough for people to care. I get average grades, even when I study. And it hurts too, because as a child everyone seems to encourage you and compliment you. But what happens to those compliments? You stop getting them and listen as theyâre given to those around you. And itâs like, âhey, Iâm good at that tooâ but do I ever say it aloud? Never. I wish I could hear the things I used to hear as a child. I wish I was good at something again.
Co-napping is a beautiful thing. Knock out with me so I know itâs real
my favorite date
Iâm like low key upset
My week is all planned and shit, and I canât decided whether or not to stay up to 3 am to watch the new vld season?? Like I have to work tomorrow. But at the same time, I canât watch it Saturday because I have all day plans, and I work open to close Sunday. And then Monday Iâve got a damn Star Wars marathon planned????? So like I wonât get to watch this season till sometime next week unless I want to fall asleep at work tomorrow?
god fuckin nerfed me by giving me depression and the moment my brain starts making dopamine again im going to climb my way to heaven and kick his fuckin ass
the chaotic energy in this post is on par with that one dril tweet
thatâs because unlike dril i intend to keep my promises
Iâm generally nice
And I know this, itâs a flaw. Iâm nice. I trust people, especially those that those closest to me trust. But never, in my entire life, would I have believed I would know pure hate. And Iâm not talking the kind of âoh i hate her idk why I just doâ not that: thatâs dislike. I mean pure hate, like seething hot red, punch a wall, scream and fight kind of hate. Livid, infuriated, exasperated, etc. and all of the above. I punched walls from pent up feelings, but never to avoid hitting another being.
Me: Oh gosh I love people!!!2!1! Talk to me whenever! I love making friends
Also me: Oh boy this person I donât know said my shoes were untied someone help me
I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh
reblog for next thursday to be the best day of your life
I REALLY NEED THIS PLEASEÂ
Your wife changes her hair color every season and her personality adjusts slightly. Youâre secretly only in love with Autumn wife. She just came home sporting her Winter color.
itâs my fault. itâs just that when we met it was autumn; her red-orange hair and crackling laughter. thereâs a little spooky in her, a lot of play. and what a better time for falling?
i didnât realize it for the first few years - something shifting, something so subtle. the winter makes us all cold, the summer makes us all a little out of our minds. i just loved her, because she was incredible, and i was the luckiest person alive.
itâs just that i realized that spring came with sudden bursts of cold. itâs just that summer frequently raged in with fire sprouting from her lips. itâs just that winter was the worst of all, her eyes dead. itâs just that autumn loves me different; throws herself into it without the clingy sweat of summer. i used to love that summer girl, you know? i loved how wild she was, the way in summer she took every risk she could. but i carried her home drunk one too many times, cleaned up one too many of the messes she made for no reason than to enjoy the sensation of burning. and winter was worse; the shutdown, the isolation. how she became distant, a blizzard, caught up in her own head, unable to tell me what was wrong and unable to think i actually wanted to listen.
she comes home, her hair bleached white. a dark smile on her lips. the shadowy parts of her are back. they loom like icicles overhead. she kisses me with her body held at a distance, a peck on my cheek that feels like an iceberg. she makes polite conversation and we go to bed early, our bodies untouching.Â
it is a lonely season, i think on the ninth day of this. winter is cold. winter is known for the death of things. when i look at her, i see the girl i fell for, inhabited by an alien. she was the first women i loved so much i felt it would kill me. i canât leave. when i wake her up with my crying, she tells me to shush and go back to sleep. sheâs different like this, quiet, doesnât eat.Â
three days later i stare at myself in the mirror. i wonder if itâs me. if the fat on my body or something in my face or the wrinkles and she doesnât love me. i try prettier lingerie, lean cuisine, i try different hair, more makeup, try harder. it doesnât work. she looks at me the same; that empty gaze that neither loves nor condemns my actions.Â
somewhere in februrary i lose it. weâre fighting again, from car to restaurant to car to home again. we fight about stupid things, small things; i tell her i feel she doesnât love me, she says iâm not listening. the circle goes around and around, old pain peeling back, new pain unhealing. i sleep on the couch.
i wake up when i hear her crying, white hair around her all messed up. the kind of sobbing that only comes at two in the morning, heavy and thick and hurting. my winter girl. my heart is breaking. she looks up at me like iâm her anchor. âiâm sorry iâm like this,â she says. and i start saying, itâs okay iâm here weâre married, but she just shakes her head and says, âI know this isnât the real me.â
i hold her cold hand. she stares at the blankets. âi am different in winter,â she whispers, âi know i am and iâm sorry.â she looks at me. âwhy do you think i dye my hair? cut it off? get rid of the old me?â
i tell her itâs okay. weâre together and itâs okay, and then she whispers, âiâm sorry you married four of me.â
we lay there like that, her head on my chest. she falls asleep. i stare at the ceiling, thinking of the way she sounded when she was crying. how i helped put her in that pain. how i promised in sickness and in health and everything in between.
the next day i spend at the library. there arenât enough books on how to love someone with seasonal affective disorder so i make my own, notes and pages and little ideas on post-its. and i take a deep breath and make myself a promise.
she comes home to her favorite dinner and we kiss and sheâs uneasy but thatâs okay. the next day i bring home flowers and the next day she finds little love notes in her pockets. i love her quiet, the way winter demands, understand her sex drive is faltering; spend more time just cuddling. we drink wine and we kiss and some part of her starts relaxing.Â
the truth is there is no loving someone out of their mental illness. the truth is that you can love someone in despite of it; love them loud enough to give them an excuse to believe they can make their way out of it.
and i learn. i remember the rebirth of spring, when she starts thawing. we kiss and have picnics in pretty dresses. i remember her joy at little birds and her rain dancing. i fall in love with the flowers in her cheeks and the little bursts of cleaning. i fall in love with summerâs slow walks and milkshakes and shouting to music playing too loud on the speakers. i fall in love with her dancing, with the sunfire energy. and when winter comes; i am ready. i remember that snow used to look pretty. i fall in love with the hearth of her, with the holiday, with the slow smile that spreads across her face so shyly. i fall in love with how she looks in boots and mittens and every day i find another reason to love her the way she deserves - they way i always should have.
she comes home with her white hair and dark smile and a package in her hands. i ask to see what it is and that small shy grin comes creeping out. itâs a sunlamp packed in with medication. she looks at me with those wide eyes and that beautiful winter blush. âiâm trying to get better,â she whispers, âi promise.â
recovery doesnât look immediate. sometimes it isnât neat. i canât say we never fight or that weâre suddenly complete. but each day, that tiny girlâs strength gives me another reason. i love her. i love her while she tames the roller coaster of spring; i love her for reigning in the summer storms; i love her for taking her winter and trying to be warm. it is hard, because everything worth it is hard. she spreads out her autumn leaves; mixes the best parts of her into everything. learns to take winterâs silence for a moment before yelling in summer. learns to take autumnâs spice and give it to spring. we are both learning.
one day she comes home and her hair is different, but itâs a style i donât know. i kiss it and tell her that sheâs beautiful and the inside of me swells like a flood. iâm so glad that sheâs mine. every part of her. the whole. i am the luckiest person on earth. and i always have been. but sheâs hugging me and saying, âthank you for helping me,â and i canât explain why iâm crying.
this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.
this is what love looks like in an autumn girl: it is winter and she glows.
Iâm actually sobbing jesus christ
my heart is aching??? this is gorgeous
Wow. Worth the read, donât scroll.
This is everything.
Everything about how to love.
I was not prepared
Nor was I.
âthis is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.â
Honestly, if you scrolled⌠Go back up and read it.
Iâve read this again and again, and it just wrecks me every time.
This is beyond beautiful. Thanks for doing this prompt @inkskinned
Taste closed
Inspector, if you canât find the murderer I suggest wrapping this up (yea)
I died
THIS IS PURE GOLD
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this legit gives me shivers
itâs like the sun and the moon so different but are together it such perfect beauty and harmony
I knew this was in my likes so I search for it all night.
@starttowonder
Reblog agaainnnn
Itâs like⌠the 6th time Iâm reblogging this
ITâS BACK
As a child, I was constantly tired because of this unconventional fear of being robbed or shot through my window?? Iâd stay up till 1 sometimes 3 am and Iâd have to convince myself that all the bad people had gone to sleep, or that it was too late into the night for them to act. Idek man, but I was always hella tired.
I think Iâm actually going to try and build this account up, purely because it gives me another reason to procrastinate. I plan on posting regularly, not that that really matters much now. My writing is going nowhere, my grades are dropping faster than my will to live, and my face is breaking out something awful. Basically, Iâm hoping this goes somewhere, even if itâs only a little because hey soemthing positive is something positive- Iâll take what i can get.
