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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@winterdahlias
no i dont want to ‘ask chatgpt’ i want to go to a wikipedia page and spend half an hour reading an article like a real person
And then I want to click a link, and then another link, and emerge seven hours later, and maybe my next fic will contain references to cheese making safety or some bullshit, because I may never use the information that I just mainlined but by god I am richer from having it.
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
what "no sugar added" should mean: the natural sugars of the other ingredients like fruit are the only source of sweetness in this product
what is actually means: we added a fuckton of artificial sweeteners
i see we are all angry about this
This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years.
If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life.
I reblogged her late last year and my 2024 has been very satisfying work-wise and (secure enough to not stress out) money-wise so far. Money Snake is wise and good.
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
this for real fucking works
every summer night without fail is like . i should be in love right now but instead this loneliness envelopes me like a second skin
x / raymond carver
you deserve to be treated with respect. you deserve to be treated with understanding. you deserve to be treated with humanity.
they should invent someone who wants to kiss me so so bad
For someone who thought they’d die a “virgin” my “loss of virginity” story is pretty awesome. Lmao
36; with a Belgian sailor turned helicopter pilot; 3 times in one night; my world was rocked.
I wasn’t one of those people “saving” themselves for marriage, I just never had the appropriate person or moment come up. And I’m not one for casual hook-ups. Also, being my age I was pretty aware of what I liked and didn’t like and felt comfortable enough to ask for what I wanted. We didn’t rush into it. We talked extensively before it happened. And the few subsequent times it happened taught me a lot.
Good times, good times. I miss it. ::sigh::
Update: 3 years later… I guess it was good while it lasted. Looking back I know I was a little delusional thinking it would work out. But aren’t we all when we experience a different type of happiness than what we’re used to? Mostly I try to remember the good times and that when they were good they were GOOD. I tend to dismiss the ending. I try not to dwell on it too much because I don’t want to attach the anger and disappointment of how it ended to the happy giddiness of how it began.
But since I need to release it then here we go…
At this point we’re back to just friends, good friends, best friends if you want to put a label on it. Sex has been off the table for at least a year. He has a steady (for him) girlfriend. I helped him make her a book for her birthday. I’m no longer babysitting the kid. I’d just visited his new place and brought chocolate croissants as a housewarming gift. A random weekday, don’t remember what day it was, I was driving home from work, he’d call me around that time usually. I answered because of course I did. I honestly don’t remember what was said for the first 20 minutes of the call. And then he asked if he could be completely honest. I answered that we’re always completely honest, to go ahead. He says his girlfriend has asked him to cut off contact with me. That in her opinion he tends to have codependent relationships with women (true!) but especially with me. That if he wants their relationship to work he’ll need to not contact me anymore. My heart sinks. By this time I’ve pulled over and parked a couple of blocks from my house. I’m silent for a couple of seconds and then I answer. “Of course. You love her. And if she is the one for you and this is what she’s asking for then that is what we will do. No, I’m not opposed to it. Please know that for all we’ve lived through together there is nothing but love in my heart for you. I wish you the best and I guess this is goodbye.” We say our goodbyes and best wishes and end the call. I sit in my car for what seems like an eternity but probably only like 20 minutes. I go home and tell my mom that he “friend-broke-up” with me. And for me when I tell my mom it’s because there’s no going back. (Btw she only ever knew he was a friend, nothing more. Good Mexican girls don’t tell their moms about their FWB.) And that was it. I thought about him for a week straight, every stinking moment of every stinking day. But then one day it just made sense and I accepted it. And that was that.
So where does the anger and disappointment come from you may ask.
Cut to a few months later… A text out of the blue. Asking me if I want to invite angels into my home. Bitch, I’m a Mexican (lapsed) catholic, there’s always angels in my home! I reply I’d rather not participate at this time. He asks me how I’ve been. And I answer honestly like we’ve always had. I’m doing great. He goes on to tell me that he’s still with his girlfriend that he’s seeker a therapist and is working on himself. He goes on to tell me that he’s come to realize that he is a sex-addict and wants to apologize for how he ended our friendship. I answer back that (again) I wish him the best and that there will only be love in my heart for him. He “loves” the message and I don’t reply.
I never reply again. Not because I don’t have anything to say, but because now I feel used. I’m angry that while I was seeing it all as something special, to him it was just an opportunity to get his dick wet. I gave my first sexual encounter with another human to him. To him who I thought was a good friend. Someone who understood me and thought of me as special. And he could have just kept it all to himself. He didn’t need to come back later and tell me he was a sex-addict seeking therapy!! I was fine! I was okay with losing him if it meant he was happy and living his best life. He reduced the special times we shared to “well yours was available that night.” All the times I poured my heart out. Told him my hopes and dreams, my deepest sentiments and feelings. He was just waiting for the moment to suggest we have sex.
To him I guess it was clearing his conscience and moving on. Did he not realize that instead of “fixing” it he ruined it even further? He could’ve just let me keep living in my little fantasy world where I felt good about that time in my life.
I never delete messages or contacts from my phone, but this time I did. I may have even blocked his number. I don’t even remember now.
But it’s been three years and that dark place that I had thought I’d left behind has been trying to catch up to me and I do not need to feel unworthy of love and affection from a significant other. And I need to let it out because I want to feel lovable and desirable again. And this is me letting it out and telling the universe that I am loved and desired by the right person and I need it to be obvious and grand and spectacularly rom-com worthy!
Update done - for now…
Consider how very fortunate you are. Consider it every day. The more you count your blessings, the more blessings there will be to count.
You have been blessed by the Forest Gods. You will now have good luck for the next 6 months, simply by seeing this post. You are also protected from Slender Man, Bloody Mary and Jeff the Killer. You DO NOT NEED to reblog this post, you are already Protected. This being said, do not feel discouraged, you are free to reblog this if you wish.
In short, we present IMMUNITY STAGS.
I literally just accidentally read a post about a haunted hospital. This was amazing timing.
This is the Guillermo Del Toro of Dreams Come True.
Reblog so all your dreams become a reality.
