Aries: Captivation. Someone who not only captures but holds their flickering flames of interest, someone they can’t look away from if they tried, who melts their hearts with slow burning lava.
Taurus: Fluidity. In the midst of their sturdy calm, someone who will surprise them and move them, who pushes them to their limits, who is exasperating and irresistible.
Gemini: Adoration. Someone who loves the quickness of their minds, who thinks they are the world’s most beautiful puzzle, who touches them like they are a map they will never quite completely understand.
Cancer: Security. In the depth and curves of Cancer’s love, they crave someone who is unwavering, who will forever hold their hand.
Leo: Passion. Someone whose heart burns as brightly as theirs does, someone whose fierce spirit matches their own, whose kisses are intertwining flames.
Virgo: Understanding. Someone who studies them carefully, who knows that they try their hardest, who loves their quirks and reads their bodies, who makes them feel like their every movement is a blessing.
Libra: Determination. Fearful Libras with fleeting hearts crave someone who will go to the ends of the Earth for them, someone who proves with every smile that they hold unconditional love.
Scorpio: Acceptance. Someone who knows their darkest shadows and brightest lights and loves it all, who never lets them forget that love.
Sagittarius: Freedom. The spirit of Sagittarius is untamed, and never will be; they crave someone who will travel the world with them, who looks at them like they are the universe but will always set them free.
Capricorn: Romance. The misunderstood, intricate heart of Capricorn craves boldness and sweetness, romance and adoration that overwhelms them, makes them feel like they have the world in their hands.
Aquarius: Excitement. Someone who startles them, who takes their hand and leads them to new worlds, who makes them laugh harder than they ever have, whose mind is filled with things they never knew existed.
Pisces: Fascination. Someone who delves into their worlds, who explores them and listens to their soft spoken stories at 3 AM, who theorizes and hypothesizes with them, who never tires of hearing them speak.
“I want you to tell me what it was like to have someone. To be with someone. To love someone and have them love you back.” “It’s…there’s this person, this whole other person. And you’re wrapped up in them and they’re wrapped up in you and…you…for a little…for a little while you’re more than just you…”
In order to move on you need to acknowledge it or it may as well eat you alive.
Pushing it aside isn’t moving on.
You need to let yourself hurt, ache, scream in pain.
Punch the wall at 3 am and watch the blood fall from the bruises on your skin and realize you’re alive, yell at your neighbors for being annoyed by the noise, screw them for trying to stop you from reaching the peace you long for so badly.
Eat pizza and ice-cream until your stomach grows sick and now you can focus on another pain other than the one on your chest.
Isolate yourself from the world for as long as you need, drink, smoke, have nightmares.
Allow yourself to be immersed on a pit of self pity because you deserve it.
You deserve to feel pity for yourself because you were hurt and are still hurting.
Immerse yourself so you can fix yourself.
It doesn’t matter how long it takes.
Then rise from that pit and don’t look back.
Start doing the things you’ve always wanted to do and don’t feel bad for focusing on the one person that was and will always matter the most, yourself.
Acknowledge the pain but don’t let it get you down anymore for you are not the person you were 15 minutes ago, imagine 4 months ago.
Allow your heart to look for somebody else because sometimes the only way is to find someone that truly deserves all you have to offer.
Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting, it means letting go of something that no longer serves and deserves you.
This how to move on (kind of) - Mariana Teles Fernandes
if we, as women, sleep on Wonder Woman, we will regret it and they will never let us forget it because they’ll use it as an excuse to not have more female centric superhero movies which omg imagine a world where your daughter doesn’t realize that there was a time where there weren’t female superheroes on the big screen, so not to be dramatic but for future generations don’t sleep on Wonder Woman
I know that Overwatch did their best to erase Gabriel from the public narrative of Overwatch because of his job in Blackwatch, but I know in my heart of hearts that if one of their own was at all responsible for ending the robot apocalypse, the city of Los Angeles would never shut up about it.
There would have murals of him painted EVERYWHERE in the city: Next to Caesar Chavez, with Tupac and Kendrick Lamar lyrics underneath, highly stylized cartoon graffiti, ironic pop art. Everywhere.
Several someones are in a coffee shop writing the screen play to a movie about him or as a cameo in their Omnic Crisis action comedy.
The Latinx community in the city would be so proud and would never let anyone forget that the reason you’re not dead is because of one of them.
LA rappers dropping his name in rhymes when identifying themselves as proud LA natives. Rude cover band names like “The Gabriel Reyes Sex Machines”.
Gallery exhibits dedicated entirely to him.
Morning talk radio unapologetically shading the hell out of Jack Morrison because of their relentless staning for their native son.
Children dressing up like him for their school presentations, leading to an entire generation of college students leaving home and saying “how have you never heard of Gabriel Reyes??”
Every single Reyes in the City having to qualify that they’re not related to him or lie that they are. Except Gabe’s actual entire extended family that come out of the woodwork and have bragging rights for.ev.er.
In the Kiss & Cry area, you could hear Yuzu talking with Brian and Tracy. Brian talked about how this time the presentation wasn’t as passionate (interestingly I agree) as it has been in the past. But he still did it. Yuzuru skated H&L cleanly for the first time and broke a WR in the process. I almost cried when he said “I worked so hard.”…it paid off man. Who knows what mental torment and regret he’s subjected himself to in private, out of the media’s eyes. It’s much harder to assure yourself of your confidence than it is to convince others. But Yuzuru has always and will always be an exceptional person, and to that extent, a legendary skater.
Today I witnessed the breaking of a World Record, a beautiful clean skate, and the fruitful labor of a hardworking skater. It was everything and more than I could’ve asked for.