😘 nicoleno / tzjd / mcdrai / 1988 / willmack + any hockey ships. talk to me about ‘em!
🧡 I used to be @fourmula1, now my url is re: this, but tbh relevant to most rpf ships
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♦ my tumblr fic is here and my ao3 here
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the first time you hear someone say that mack looks at will with the same intensity that he watches the puck with you’re like booooo that’s so corny and it is but the worst part is that it’s true and there’s actually just something deeply wrong with mack
you should be proud you should be proud you should be proud you should be proud you should be proud you should be proud you should be proud you should be proud
partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that
godddd. on tuesday I had a really bad “last straw” kind of day and after ignoring her for two days, I told my mom on thursday that I need space and i’m taking the next three weeks while i’m in europe for myself and I don’t wanna be contacted unless someone dies.
and i’m struggling so bad with it because I have eldest daughter syndrome and I am my parents’ parent :) and it’s so laughable because friday she texted me that they would ~help me in any way they can. very topically narcissistic emotionally immature boomer parents wherein it does not even cross their mind that they are the reason for this. so completely and utterly out of touch with reality.
still replying to my stories in insta. despite I said I don’t want contact.
my dad texted me today asking how trip prep is going.
I leave tomorrow morning.
I feel guilty :) for prioritizing myself for literally the first time in my 38 years of life. I feel so bad because I have been parentified and caretaking for them my entire life and I am in therapy every other week since february working on this shit and trying to get to a place where I have a) boundaries with my parents and b) let go of the guilt I feel about it
I am not someone who’s really ever had any anxiety in my life before but I suppose that’s probably what i’ve been feeling all day. it sucks.
I leave for calgary tomorrow morning and my flight is tomorrow evening. three weeks in europe where hopefully I will be left alone by my parents (not likely tho).
what an awful feeling. I should be excited about this trip (and I am!!!) but today I just feel like a bad daughter and like I am responsible for my parents’ peace and happiness and it’s fucked up I know it is!
it is so utterly shitty that we can become so wounded by the people who were supposed to love, protect, and care for us the most… and then we feel bad for feeling bad about it. god.
text: original text minus the line "if we play very quiet / the shepherd never has to know" by @/lycaniums-room art, in order: @/hankeatspaint, unknown photograph, wrestlers monotype by @/julykings, "the sound of you dreaming" by anna calleja.
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