fear of being single

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james joyce;
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franz kafka;
Man Fears Being Alive, What He Writes About It Is Terrifying

john keats;
Hopeless Romantic In Love With Love Wants To Fight Everyone

f. scott fitzgerald;
Man Struggles To Let Go Of Past And Is Too Idealistic, How He Deals With It Is Shocking

jean-paul sartre;
This Man Explains How Nauseating It Is To Exist

jack kerouac;
Idealistic Youth Goes On Roadtrip Across America And Learns About Himself

edgar allan poe;
An Inside Look At The World’s Saddest Man: His Romantic View On Death Will Shock You

“You go out on stage and you connect with people in the most extreme way you can, but then you come off and you’re on your own. I think every single fear I have comes back to being alone, and i’ve said that on the record. But saying that i’ll find a wife, have some kids and it’ll all be cool. It’s just hard to fall in love with somebody when you don’t live anywhere.”

trump press conference

It was an unmitigated disaster.  I can’t even begin to process what just happened.

Resist, because this is what we’re getting for 4 years.  RESIST, because Donald Trump has the power to point to a reporter from CNN and tell him his organization is fake news and have people take up the hue and cry.  This is a terrible combination of authoritarianism and totalitarianism; it’s dictatorial.  How does anyone expect the Trump regime to fight against dictatorships when it itself strives to be one?

The answer to the rhetorical question is that no one should expect that fight, as the GOP and Trump supporters have and are pushing towards their ideal and are silencing the rest.

Please, resist.  Every single one of you who fears being silenced, who loves those values that make America the shining city and not the feared oppressor, who wants a more free, a more accountable, a more tolerant and integrated and equal America, resist.  Defend those who are being attacked.  Speak the facts and the truth which has been documented.  Hold fast to your communities and look out for others who are at risk.  Get active politically no matter how difficult it is.


You are this beautiful broken mess, and I love every little jagged edge that could quite possibly slice right through me at any moment. But I’ll continue to run my fingertips along them without fear of bleeding, because every single slice is worth being able to get lost in the depths of your mind even if its only for a minute.

My biggest fear is not you leaving me. It’s not being alone and single for years. It’s not having no one to warm the bed at night.

My biggest fear is waking up one morning, wrinkles lining my face, grey weaving its way into my hair and realising I settled. I settled for a life and a love that didn’t help me grow, that kept me stuck and unfulfilled.

My biggest fear is regretting my life, and not chasing everything I can while I’m still young and foolish enough to believe it’s all going to work out.

—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write //My biggest fear

Title: Vows
Fandom: Marvel
Word Count: 1,035
Characters: Charles Xavier x Reader
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Self-deprecating thoughts [Charles]
Notes: Request from @raes-utter-nonsense for “Charles is my love, my blog can prove this, and you’re one of my favorite writersong so I needed to send a request in. Could you please do something where Charles wakes up from a nightmare, thinking about everything over the years that he’s lost and then his s/o holds him close and reassures him that he will always have something, even if it is just them? Sorry if this is a horrible request, I’ve never sent one in before.” // It’s perfect! Thank you, lovely!

Originally posted by charlesfrancisxaviertelepath

Charles Xavier’s single greatest fear was being a failure. Since he was a child, he would always do his very best in everything – whether it be academics, sports, or picking up women, he always made sure he was the very best. But after losing the use of his legs and his two closest friends, and especially after his school closing down, he felt like a complete failure. That thought kept him up at night, and when he was able to sleep, he had horrible nightmares.

He managed to keep this fact hidden from you for a few weeks. The dreams had never caused him to thrash around or anything like that, so he would simply wake up from the nightmare, calm himself down, then fall back to sleep – all without ever waking you up. But tonight, the nightmare was so intense that it caused him to move around and speak in his sleep.

The first thing that awoke you was Charles moving around. He was always a very calm sleeper, so the way he was tossing and turning quickly stirred you from your slumber. Normally, you would have just gone back to sleep, but the somewhat-incoherent words he began speaking prompted you to stay awake.

“No, please, don’t…. I’m sorry…. Please, no…. Y/N….”

You turned to face Charles, and saw that his brows were furrowed together, and his face was scrunched up, as if he was in pain.

“Charles,” you said, shaking his shoulder gently. “Charles, wake up, love. Charles.”

The man salt bolt upright, his chest heaving from the breaths he was gasping for. He quickly looked over at you, then his wide, blue eyes locked with yours. He visibly calmed, and laid back down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

“Sweetheart, you haven’t had nightmares in years. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, darling, it’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

You propped yourself up with your arm and staring down at him. Charles knew by the stubborn look in your eyes that he wasn’t going to be getting away from the question until he provided a satisfactory answer. He sighed, running a hand through his already-messy brown hair.

“I’m a failure, Y/N. My entire life, everyone has had such high expectations of me. For a while, I was living up to those expectations. But now…” Charles began, then gave a dry laugh. “Look at me. I’m a paraplegic with a failed attempt at a school. I’m a complete failure. And in my nightmare, you finally realized that, and you left me. You told me that you married a young, attractive scholar, not some grouchy old cripple. Then you packed all of your things and left. And it’s only a matter of time before that actually happens.”

Charles was staring at the ceiling, not meeting your eyes as he spoke. When your palm rested against his cheek, he looked over to you, to find you smiling sadly down at him.

“For someone so brilliant, you can be such an idiot,” you stated, then pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Do you remember my vows to you? Do you remember what I said to you that day? I told you that no matter what happens – no matter what life decides to hurl at us – I will always stand by you. I will always love you, and I will never leave you. I wouldn’t have said ‘I do’ if I didn’t mean every word I said.”

“When you said those words, you didn’t know what exactly it was that life had planned for us. You didn’t know you’d end up with a reclusive cripple before you’ve even reached 30. You’re still young, and you’re beyond beautiful – you should leave me. You should go out and enjoy the world, not be tied down to me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No, no – God, no,” Charles replied quickly, then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You deserve better than me, Y/N. I want you to be happy – not miserable, cooped up with a boring husband, in an old mansion, like a sad excuse of a Disney movie.”

“Charles, I want you to listen to what I’m about to say, and I want you to take it to heart. I don’t want you to ever say – or think – such self-deprecating bullshit again. I love you with all of my heart. I have loved you since the day I met you, and whether or not you can walk is not going to change that. You’re stuck with me; till death do us part, remember?” you said sternly, then kissed his nose and smiled. “There is no one better than you, Charles. You are, and have always been, exactly the person I want. If you have to look into my mind to believe me, then so be it. But I have absolutely no desire to leave you. I love you.”

By the time you had finished speaking, you could see that his eyes were misty. His arms tightened around you, pulling you into a hug. You rested your head on his chest, snuggling into his embrace. Charles exhaled slowly, before kissing your forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispered, so softly that you almost didn’t hear him. You pressed a kiss to his neck, smiling.

“You’re so worried about being a recluse, and about me not going out and doing anything. Let’s go on a trip. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Charles asked incredulously, laughing a bit. You had always brought out his adventurous side, and he had desperately missed that. “Where would we even go?”

“We can go to the City, and I can use you to plough through people.”

Charles erupted into laughter, and you could feel his chest shaking beneath your head. You propped yourself up on your arm and smiled down at him, pleased with yourself for earning a laugh from him. His laughter faded into a warm smile, and you leaned down to kiss him. It was a kiss filled with pure love, and after you broke apart for air, you shared another quick one, before resting your head on his chest again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Charles.”

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Omg finally I’ve accomplished it, the first Valentine’s Day where I am legitimately 100% okay with spending it laying around my room by myself eating snacks and watching tv

I hate how much focus on bpd is how borderline people can be manipulative, when borderline people are so much more susceptible to emotional manipulation

it’s like we’re too afraid to even reach out to people for fear of being manipulative?? when abusive people can single us out and take advantage of us and abuse us so much easier bc of this disorder.

it’s terrifying to be so thoroughly controlled by your emotions bc the moment one person realizes they can manipulate our need for validation and attention, it’s over for us. there’s no sympathy for us as victims and I hate it

easyfox7  asked:

Lav 1 3 4 7 10 21. hueee

Damnit Easy, you just wanna date Lavs, don’t ya?

1. Their physical weak spots

I honestly don’t know.  

3. Scars or painful spots

She’s been mostly conflict-free, so nothing like that.

4.  Best places to kiss on their body

Obviously her lips.  But she doesn’t give that out like candy.  She’s not…’EASY’…like that.

7. Their tickle spots

Lavender politely requests I do not answer this.

10. Fears/phobias

Fear of being alone and unloved.  But she’s single, so…

21. Turning points in their life

Clearly the day she was enslaved by Sombra.

I’m not afraid of a new lover’s lips.
I fear not the hands of someone else.
I don’t fear adventure.
What I do fear, is that he will love me better, but less.
What I fear is being thirty, wishing I had stayed single.
—  B. E. Barnes

Soooo @adreamofmirrors tagged me

1) Biggest fear- Ending up single forever and being like one of those folk who has no family and ends up dying alone.

2) Current time- 9:30 am

3) Drink you had last- Water

5) Everyday starts with- a satisfying piss

6) Favourite song- It changes every day. Today’s song is ‘Proponent for Sentience III-The Extermination’

7) Ghosts are real? Not unless you’re one of those weirdos who like playing with ouija boards

8) Hometown- Durango, Colorado

9) In love with- My pillow

10) Jealous of- Nothing

11) Killed someone? In my mind

12) Last time you cried- yesterday

13) Middle name- Marie, one of the whitest middle names on the planet

14) Number of siblings- one younger brother

15) One wish- For infinite wishes

16) Person you last called/texted- Sent my brother some memes

17) Questions you’re always asked- Person: How old are you? Me: I’m 19. Person: Oh, you look like you’re 15. Me (in my head): Fuck my life

18) reasons to smile- when your dog shakes your hand or when your cat rubs their face on your chin. Or chatting with a friend

19) Song last sang- I sang a badass death metal version of ‘Head Crusher’ in my head

20) Time you woke up - 10 minutes after 9

21) Underwear colour- Black

22) Vacation destination- Australia, New Zealand

23) Worst habit- I play with my hair way too much

24) X-rays you’ve had- One for my left ankle, One for my left wrist, one for my left elbow and several brain MRIs (if you count those)

25) Your favourite food- Anything with meat in it

26) Zodiac Sign- Aquarius

I tag @self-defense-against-fresh-fruit @heavymetalfan1995 @iron-maiden-lover @avangaysia @joeybelladonna

Shoutout to all of my queer kids who aren’t out to their parents and have to bite their tongues when they say something queerphobic. Shoutout to all of my queer kids who are out but have learned from experience that things go better if you just keep quiet.

Shoutout to queer kids who have to listen to homophobic and transphobic teachers and don’t say anything for fear of being singled out or having a lowered grade or any other number of reasons. Shoutout to the kids who do and stand up for what they believe in, even with the repercussions.

Shoutout to the kids who’ve trusted someone with their secret, only to be betrayed. Shoutout to the kids who haven’t told anyone but really want to. Shoutout to the kids who don’t want to tell anyone and feel like they’ll be stuck in the closet for the rest of their lives.

Shoutout to all of my queer kids who’ve ever been told they’re going to hell because of who they love, or what they identify as. Shoutout to my queer kids who’ve been disowned or feel a strain in their relationship with someone they’re out to.

Shoutout to my queer kids, because we all go through a lot, and you’re so, so brave just for still being here.



couldn’t word it better myself. For awhile now I’ve been standing back and not getting involved with the amount of disrespect that is being brought every single day mainly because I feared I would word it wrong and make myself look like some jerk. I just hope that this awareness gets around so we can make this world a better place instead of this hatred that keeps boiling until it spews over.

Honestly it amazes me how quickly people are to jump at labeling someone as “racist”, “Filth”, “Garbage” and so on. Instead of actually knowing all the facts, people would just automatically assume someone is inhuman just because they don’t agree with the other person and that’s not right. Just because you disagree with someone does not mean its ok to attack them and dehumanize them. You can still respect someone even if you disagree, hell you can still be respectful to someone you udderly hate with a burning passion, is call being a decent human being and not talking down to someone.

I know I normally don’t get into this kind of subject but I am sick and tired of sitting back and letting it get out of hand. Like Mark said, 50 years from now the generation then will look back at their forefathers and see how we are treating each other with such disrespect. I will not stand for this, we are better than this. We are not children anymore, we should be treating each other the way we want to be treated. The Golden Rule doesn’t stop at school, it continues till our last breath and even then it still stands.

Are the United States not cultish?
We exclude foreigners
By making the process of immigration
Near impossible, and to become a citizen
Is even more difficult,
As though anyone from a foreign land
Must have foreign ideas
And should not be trusted to vote.
Do they not live here, too?
Is America not a place where all citizens
Must abide by the law
And must not speak out
For fear of being shot at a protest
Or being singled out
As a threat to the nation?
Is our freedom of speech not limited
To political correctness,
Which is only correct
By our own standards?
Jury duty has become a church,
A place where the judge
And lawyers preach
And the jurors must worship the law,
No matter how outdated,
Because it is the word
Of the government, our gods.
We pay taxes like a sacrifice to the gods,
And the favor is never returned.
We press our doctrine
Onto other countries
In hopes that it will spread like disease
And infect the whole world
As if it would somehow
Make us all immune
To future problems,
But disease cannot spread
Without causing harm.
Although most of us have lost our faith,
We are too zealous to see
That faith cannot be restored
By the same system that took it away.

Some Shitty fucking Artist:
wow!! tumblr is so toxic they wont let me make artwork romanticizing abusive relationships im in a constant fear for being singled out for just simply white washing black characters!!! Woe is me !! Csa victims are ganging up on me for drawing minors in suggestive ways!! Haven’t you ever heard of a little y know artistic freedom :/// woeeee is meeee poor pitiful meeee!!!

This looks like a “women’s problem,” but it’s not. It’s a work problem — the problem of an antiquated and broken system. When law firms and corporations lose talented women who reject lock-step career paths and question promotion systems that elevate quantity of hours worked over quality of the work itself, the problem is not with the women. When an abundance of overly rigid workplaces causes 42 million American citizens to live day to day in fear that just one single setback will prevent them from being able to care for their children, it’s not their problem, but ours.

The problem is with the workplace, or more precisely, with a workplace designed for the “Mad Men” era, for “Leave It to Beaver” families in which one partner does all the work of earning an income and the other partner does all the work of turning that income into care — the care that is indispensable for our children, our sick and disabled, our elderly. Our families and our responsibilities don’t look like that anymore, but our workplaces do not fit the realities of our lives.

can’t believe johnny storm, the most beautiful person in the world, has to battle a crippling fear of being lonely and unloved every single day of his life and peter “the literal worst” parker, one of the very dearest people in johnny’s life, hasn’t had the good sense to ever kiss him even on the FOREHEAD