when your heart feels like this

anonymous asked:

imagine u and harvest r fucking and you’ve just came and you’re laying on him and panting and then you just ask ‘what would you do if i proposed to you right now’ and then u DO ANSNS i MADE MYSELF HAPPY

You’re laying on his sweaty, heaving chest as your lungs desperately swallow down air, temple pressed over the wing of one of his swallow tattoos, listening to the thumping of his heartbeat as it begins to slow down from an extertion-packed high.

He has a warm hand tangled in your damp locks as his eyes lay shut in blissful rest, nimble fingers twisting and turning your roots around and scratching at your scalp lightly, mellowing you out to the point where you feel like your entire body is melting into his, your face tingling with a buzzing warmth as a comforting hot glow drips over your heart like honey.

You trace a finger over his butterfly tattoo, following the smooth lines of the dark inking and smiling softly when you feel him squirm under you as your nail trails over a particularly ticklish spot.

“I love you.” You murmur quietly in a orgasm-drunken stupor, sniffling lightly. “So much.”

You can hear the smile in Harry’s voice. “I love you, too, darling.”

“No.” You suddenly state, your hand ceasing its movements.

Harry’s brows automatically furrow, his eyes cracking open with hurt curiosity. He lifts his head up slightly to get a look at you, a frown already etching across his swollen, tinted lips. “Huh?”

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obsession by default.

free will isn’t so free and my decisions are composed of makeshift heartbeats sent to tear you apart, I don’t know how to not love you and that’s the problem with creating a version of me without you. there are flaws traced onto my wrist, you were the parts of life that I can’t resist. they tell you to tend to the garden of your mind, but every time a flower blooms it smells like you and I can’t tell if I’ve lost my mind or if I’ve become bankrupt by loaning out my feelings for you with little to no interest— this is not a scam, this is not a cheat. my heart doesn’t know how to beat without fear of losing you, so you are an adrenaline rush that I feel when I think about all of the silly love quotes and how real they really are when you’re in this state of mind. I can feel my memories fading away, but for you I hope they’d stay.

enchanteds  asked:

Your post is 100% my thoughts and feelings too. Like imagine if for some reason they WEREN'T in a position where they could drop everything and fly across the world. Imagine how much it would suck to have to turn down that opportuinity.

I know there was a girl from the Melbourne Swifties FB group that had to turn it down and when I saw her post my heart BROKE. I just feel like, especially for people around our age, money isn’t a thing we really have? like, I would have to empty my savings in order to be able to do it and as an adult I have to be financially smart about things? 

I’m so god damn mother effing happy for Em, Britt and Georgia but I just can’t help but think how unfair it is to ask them to spend so much. Like, yeah we love Taylor and would do anything for her but we also have to be adults? with lives? and responsibilities? 

anonymous asked:

Whoa! I know you wrote that you had originally intended Manon to romance Fenris, but do your tags on that quote post mean there were still messy feelings in that direction? How did Anders feel more right to her, like what made him feel like 'supposed' when she 'wanted' Fenris? Did either of them know how complicated she felt about the other? This sounds like the Good Hurt and I'm super interested to hear more!

An anon after my own heart! 

Messy feelings all around, for sure… Although most go unspoken.

That quote can actually work both ways. At first, Manon had “wanted” Fenris but ended up with Anders, whom she needed. That situation gets flipped on its head later, when she “wants” Anders but he’s lost to her.

Manon was always supposed to be with Fenris. But when they had the chance to be together, neither were in the right place for it. Manon was desperate for company and Fenris couldn’t give that to her; Fenris needed time and Manon wasn’t patient enough to work with Fenris through his feelings… Despite how much they cared for one another.

It wasn’t so much that Anders felt right, more that he was there when Fenris was not. Anders had been Manon’s closest friend for years, but neither of them had held romantic feelings for the other. It wasn’t until they were both at a low, that they realized how much they needed each other.

By that point, Manon had already given up on Fenris, as much as it broke her heart to admit. She was incredibly hurt after he left, and that rejection took precedence over any love she held for him. Fenris on the other hand, had fallen in love with her and continued to care for her long after their time together.

Manon was blind to this. She was devoted to Anders for the years they were together, even when things became difficult -unbearable towards the end. There had been a few “close-calls” between herself and Fenris, all of which she believed she alone had prompted and none of which lead anywhere.

It wasn’t until after Anders’ betrayal that she wondered if she had been wrong the entire time. But by that point, Fenris was long gone, and she was too busy blaming herself for the mess Anders had made… And paying for it by staying at his side.

I’m going to link a beautiful short story that @sharp-sparks wrote about the end of all of this. It’s one of my favorite things and I feel like it perfectly illustrates the dynamic between the three.

Acrostic Poetry

Denying my feelings is the best option I have

Engaging my wishful thinking will probably kill my heart

Zipping my mouth when I see you will be better

Not like that will deter you any longer

Irrationally I want to be by your side

Embraced and hidden from the world’s cruel side

Listening to the song just for you and I


Answering Fates’ question of what love is

Then I’ll finally be honest

Embracing the truth my heart knows

Never once had I thought I’ll feel this way about someone

Only entertaining these feelings in the dark

Silently praying for a chance at your heart


Greeting you on the hallway seems like a natural thing to do

Restarting my failing heart

Awakening my slumbering soul

Zapping me with electricity

And I’m finally falling for you

|| A. T. V ||


what it’s like to be nothing in girl skin (for me anyway)

it’s a spiraling defeat.
breath stolen from lungs
as you find yourself standing
in front of mirrors, imagining
what it’d be like to fit inside
bones & skin that matched
your heart.

a hopeless case of ifs & whens.
nobody sees you for who you are
& the blinding self-doubt creeps
into your spine & suddenly
you’re on the floor, weeping rain
on a sunny afternoon, cursing
god for emptying his wrath
into making your body wrong.

you say you are a boy when really…
you are water. air. smoke. unattainable
in just one set of statued skin;
you wish to be able to morph into
how you feel, what your brain says;
what your tongue kisses in the mirror,
an image only you see– to make it
easier for those who don’t try to understand
the physics of fluidity.

& suddenly you stop believing you really
are who you say you are & the crumbling
of your road to happiness starts & life
becomes a burden & there is nothing you
can do to feel alive & your clothes don’t fit
& you cry in the dressing room in the ladies’
section & your mother tries to comfort you
but she doesn’t understand the staggering
downward spiral you’ve been experiencing in
the pit of your stomach & you wish to shoulder
all this …guttural screaming agony into the river
five minutes from here… but you can’t & you won’t
& life goes on in secrecy.

Paladin’s and pillow talk with their S/O

//for @hotemotionalmess //

(I kind of went a little loose with this prompt, hope it’s still alright!)


-He will ask you about your day. Not what happened throughout, but what you felt. He feels like it’s important for him to know and keep up with your mental state, he wants to be in tune with you.

- if you ever feel stressed or anything he’ll want to try and help resolve it before you go to bed because he full heartedly believes it’s bad for someone to fall asleep feeling negatively. When he’s listening he props his head up on his hand and will listen with his entire heart and brain.

-If he’s not really ready to fall asleep yet he’ll bring warm drinks to the bedside and cuddle up with you, possibly tries to count sheep with you if the both of you really can’t sleep


-We all know this boy has his strict beauty routine, so before bed he’ll probably be doing all of his skincare remedies and such. Might get you into doing it with him if you’re willing

-Either way it takes him a while to actually get into the bed, and when he does he’s mostly just wanting to relax, especially after a long day, so he might not be as easy to strike up a conversation with.

- Since he likes to fall asleep listening to music he’ll probably have you help him pick out a soft song to put on as white noise

-Needs you to shower him with your affection, he finds it easier to fall asleep when he has someone to nuzzle and squeeze.


-Like Hunk he likes to ask you about your day, but he’s not as deep about it. He also likes to listen to you talk though, so he tries to keep the conversation going as long as he can, even if it’s not really about anything

-He enjoys making a ‘meet-up’ place for your dreams, so the two of you can dream together, even if he doesn’t really remember his dreams all that often.

-This man always is super drained by the end of the day (he has 4 space children to feed after all) so he gets a bit drowsy. It can make him a little bit giggly and he’ll stumble over his words. It’s cute!


-Boy when he is tired he is out of it. His insomnia will drive him to a point where he is totally unaware of his surroundings and you might actually have to approach him with caution; he’s thrown Lance over his shoulder before because he wasn’t paying attention. Might just doze off standing right where he is if you allow him

-But he usually can sense when he’s getting to that point so he’ll drag you into the bed with him and hold onto you until he falls asleep. During the time in between being in the bed and falling asleep he’ll put in effort to talk to you.

-It’s mostly jumbled mutters and unintelligible groaning, almost like sleep talking but without the sleep. The times when he does speak normally he’s far away as he’s whispering facts about cryptids and the like. When you repeat it back to him in the morning he’s flustered and apologising under his breath.


-this child!!!! doesnt!!!! sleep!!!

-It’s ultra rare for them to come to bed with you at the same time. Most mornings you’ll wake up and either find them still up or crashed out on their working station- occasionally you’ll wake up to find them next to you.

-But there are those nights when Pidge will crawl under the covers and huddle with you to be as warm as possible. In that moment they aren’t made for conversation, they’ll just want to fall asleep listening to your breathing.

kingcrownsart  asked:

I dont think you are overreacting at all! The ones that think so dont know how shit it feels when something you created and put your heart into gets stolen in a blinknof an eye.

I hope I can get the right message across. It’s never about being “noticed” by Jack, it’s about being respectful towards each other in a community that keeps being praised for being positive so it should behave like it is

Headcanon Time


Someone wants to know my headcanonsssss aaahHHH??

My idea, personally, is that Gladstone as a romantic partner would be pretty lovey-dovey. 

I say this because the boy def has trust issues. People pretend to be his friend to cash in on his luck; I find it pretty likely that people would date him for that end as well. So Gladstone’s gotten his heart broken a number of times. He doesn’t rush into relationships anymore. It takes a while to admit he has feelings for someone else- to them and to himself. To let go of the feeling that whatever he has going is fake.

So when someone is really, officially his significant other…you bet your ass he’s gonna spoil the fuck out of them. 

Besides the obvious stuff of giving them fancy, extravagant gifts, he would also:

-Cook for his S.O (he’s capable and actually decent at it)

-Takes up house-cleaning responsibilities

-Kiss them a lot. Little cheek pecks that he stops to give them as he walks by, or longer ones on the beak.

-Hug them! He likes coming up from behind and squishing his S.O a lot. Asks what they’re up to. Nuzzles them a little. 

-Ask how their day was and genuinely care, always happy to lend an ear. Sometimes people just gotta bitch and he’s there to listen.

Gonna end this post here so I don’t write a friggin book but yes Gladstone Gander in my eyes is a good partner and u should treat him right 

anonymous asked:

!!! I finally found you on my dash after searching so hard because I remember reading the anons who ask for advice and you just seem to put your heart into it and I feel comfortable talking to you. See, the thing is, lately I've been questioning my gender.. I feel that I know that both physically and biologically I'm a woman (the obvious parts kind of give it away), but when someone jokingly or whatever call me a boy, I don't mind and kind of.. feel happy and comfortable with it. ** (1/2)

**(2/2) I don’t think that I’d consider myself transgender as most times than not, I’m okay with the way I look and my gender. Though.. when asked questions like male/female in applications, I sometimes go through similar thoughts to ask where I’m confused. I think.. I want to have the pronouns they/their, but I’m worried about how other people react to that because my physical appearance is very feminine. Ugh… I don’t really know how to explain it and I can hope you can make sense out of it.

Hi Nonny!

Firstly, I’m so happy that my advice has encouraged you to come to me with your predicament! Second: Oh gosh, I’m not the best person at all to talk about questioning your gender, but I had one of my RL best friends go through something similar fairly recently, so maybe I can help a bit.

My friend, who I’ll call Jack, recently came out as a transman, and is now starting to begin the transitioning process after a lot of soul searching. He was around 30 when he started questioning, came out as transmasculine last year and as transgender just a month ago, complete with the full name change (he’s now 33). Jack, though, has always been a tomboy, and didn’t care if anyone called him “him” (which is what his nieces called him because they couldn’t say ‘her’) even when he was still Jill; perhaps the kids were more perceptive than we gave them credit for. 

ANYWAY, the point I’m trying to make is that when he was ready, he told us that he was more comfortable with “they”, and then “him” pronouns; and it was up to HIM what he wanted to be called, and he changed when he was ready to do it. In your case, it could be that you’re genderfluid, since some days you feel fine identifying as a he, and others as a she; from what I understand, transgender people are not comfortable being referred to their prior pronouns. If you want to be called “they” then YOU TELL PEOPLE it’s YOUR PREFERRED PRONOUN. You can be the most masculine man or the most feminine woman and still be genderfluid or non-binary or want to use a different pronoun. YOU define you, not the people around you. Tell people you “want to try on” using ‘they’ (that’s how Jack  told us to try out “he” just a few months before he changed his name and dead-named “Jill”), and if they don’t respect it, then gently remind them that you feel more comfortable with “they” and it makes you feel more like who you really are. 

Remember, Lovely, there is NO DEADLINE to when you figure yourself out. Try on whatever pronoun you feel comfortable with, and embrace it, and take some time out to do some soul searching – REAL soul searching. It will be terrifying, but you will feel much better once the fog of confusion lifts.

I welcome any of my trans / non-binary / genderfluid followers to offer their advice for my Nonny, since they would obviously know better than my second-hand opinion <3

anonymous asked:

Starting at the blank page before Yuu Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate Mika and the world will shine again Reaching for Luciel in the distance So close Michael can almost taste it Release the children Ferid FEEL THE MIKAYUU IN YOUR HEART NO ONE WILL UNDERSTAND THESE BEANS SO GIVE THEM ALL OF YOUR LOVE NO ONE ELSE NO ONE ELSE CAN WRITE MIKAYUU LIKE YOU DO DRENCH YOURSELF IN FAMILY FLUFF LIVE YOUR LIFE WITHOUT FERID TODAY IS WHEN THEY FIND HAPPINESS the rest is still Unwritten

Ahhh, thank you!!?? <3 

Why Be Kind?

1. Everyone is struggling in one way or another, and it makes a huge difference when someone’s kind to us.

2. It improves your mood, and enhances self esteem. It is, therefore, good for your own mental health.

3. Kindness is innate – it’s at the heart of who we are. Thus, we’re being more authentic when we choose to be kind.

4. Kindness is contagious and will likely ripple out, so the others in your world will be inspired to be kind, too.

5. It builds connections with others so we feel much less alone, more cared for, more connected, more valued and more loved.

It Ain’t Me: Part 10 (I)

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.4 K

Genre: Angst

Part 9 | Part 10 (II)

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Jungkook had barely gone to sleep when his cell came to life, ringing relentlessly to wake him up. He thought about ignoring it. Sleep didn’t come to him easy these days because a perpetual movie was playing in his mind since the day he found out about his sin. It started with the first time he had met you. 

He remembered being star struck as he ran his eyes all over you unconsciously in the fated get together of mutuals where he had first met you, trying to register all your features because god you were beautiful. An ethereal creature amongst meager men. He remembered the way your lips curved slightly as you savored the taste of bourbon. He remembered the way you swallowed the bitter whiskey quietly, paying no heed to the sexist jokes of the host, although he could tell they were getting on your bad side by the way your hand tightened around the crystal of poison. Oh, yes he remembered. He remembered the way you lashed out on the host, not being able to take the male chauvinism and the general approach of men sitting in the room objectifying women and how you had openly criticized the host and his ideologies, not shying away from calling him names that some people would definitely be talking about later. You dragged his ass right through his own party because that’s how you kept your environment neat. You weeded out the negativity. 

He remembered when he had followed you right out, not caring a dime about how that would look to people, and run after you to find you waiting for a taxi with your arms crossed across your chest in anger. He had somehow mustered up the courage to ask you to stay a little longer and you had agreed upon the condition that it would not be that party. So together you had gone to the café that was right across the street, the words BEER CAFÉ splintered across the front. It started with an acceptable beer and respectable introductions, your conversation but soon it turned into tequilas and guffaws and before he could blink, the night grew into day. At that moment, he had decided. He knew that he just had to get to know you more. 

So he did. 

One date turned into many, and many dates turned into a relationship. It was a quick decision, thoughtless and one he didn’t doubt, moving close to each other. 

The beer café became a sacred place; one you would visit every weekend. He would come over at your place and stay the nights more often than not. On some days you would make love, on other days it would just be an old school but an extremely satisfying movie night in that ended in sweet promises and cuddles. He loved you, he cherished you and you did so much more for him. 

Suddenly, the movie skips time. 

It comes right to the moment when Seulgi suddenly visited his house with a picture of you sprawled across the bed, a man hovering over you and both parties quite obviously naked. The world slipped from right under his legs. This…this wasn’t true. You would never do that. Ever. But Seulgi stopped him, there were more. She emptied out her bag on his bed, with more pictures than he could count on his fingers of you in various situations, in various positions, with various men, and each time your face was twisted in pleasure. He knew those expressions. You would make them for him when he pressed sweet kisses on your neck making you moan breathlessly, when his hands explored every inch of your body, finding a new weak spot every time which he exploited shamelessly making you bite down on him. When his mouth trailed your neck down to your sweet core and he devoured you, setting your body on fire. 

When he fucked you. 

That’s how you looked and he knew that look. But it was not for him. 

His vision went white as a tear and then two fell down his cheeks. Suddenly, everything felt pointless. Him running after you, that decision to move closer, those kisses, those dates. Everything had suddenly lost meaning because you didn’t love him like he loved you. 

Time skips again. 

You message him, leave voicemails, and try to contact him after he broke up with you but he won’t answer. He can’t. He sits and listens to your voicemails, and his heart feels like it’s playing tug of war and ripping itself apart when you cry and cry, asking for just one chance. One meeting to make him believe you. But how could he? Those pictures, those motherfucking pictures, were driving him insane. He felt mad all the time, he felt contempt towards you- who had failed to love him, so the next when he met Seulgi and she confessed her love, he didn’’t think twice before kissing her hard their teeth clashing together. He knew he was fucking up. He didn’t like Seulgi. He didn’t feel like his entire existence was for this kiss, like he felt with you. It was passionless, emotionless and pointless. But he would do it. 

He would hurt you like you hurt him. 

Two weeks of trying and your voicemails stopped coming. You stopped ringing him. You stopped texting him. You stopped trying to convince him. He fell into a new routine. A lifeless, senseless routine that he doesn’t care about. He made a girlfriend that he didn’t love. But at least he was doing the right thing. He couldn’t give in to his feelings for you. 

Once again, time kicks him hard and throws him into a new cut.

The café. You sitting with Yoongi. That was all and he saw red. You had forgotten about him. You couldn’t care less that he was still breaking apart everyday, you couldn’t care that he would wipe his tears all night thinking of you. You simply didn’t care. So he walked up to you and vented out. He called you names, humiliated you and broke you apart just like you had done to him. Surely, this would help him sleep better? It would help him accept the reality of the situation, it would make him accept himself. 

But your eyes. Your eyes were unflinching as you took a hit from his words. Somewhere in his ball of fury, your gaze became fiercer, breaking through his powerful image and hitting him right in the heart. You weren’t lying. He knew it. But how could he believe. So even as you fainted, he let Yoongi take you. He wouldn’t take a step, not until he had confirmed the truth. 

Another leap in time.

You were true. Your words were true. Your intentions were true. Your love was true. And he took too long to realize that. He made too many mistakes before realizing that.  After reading the exchange between you and Seulgi, a hazy blanket of hate had been lifted from his eyes in the harshest way possible. And dare he say he deserved it. Why should you ever come back to him? What reason did he give you? He knew he had destroyed an intimate connection between the two of you by repeatedly mistrusting you and to top it all, he even dated the person who had cooked up this recipe of destruction. He knew it all too well. However, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to reconcile with you. Like a shameless brat, he still wanted everything to be okay. He wanted the dread and guilt in his heart to be replaced by the love he felt for you. He wanted the harsh blankets covering him in the night to be replaced by your soothing touch. He wanted to call you. He wanted to take you in his arms and beg for your forgiveness on his knees again and again. 

And he tried. 

He tried to call you. He tried to text you. He visited your apartment. He even called Yoongi in hopes of finding any information, but he had received a cold response. He went to your workplace and waited there for hours on end to catch a glimpse of you but you never came out. 

You never came out because you didn’t work there anymore. 

You had all but vanished. Your number was not in service anymore. You had shifted out of your apartment. You didn’t visit the Beer café anymore. You had disappeared. He didn’t give up though. He thought of contacting your colleagues but realized he didn’t know anyone’s cell number. The revelation hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. How could he not know anything about your colleagues? What if something happened to you at work and he couldn’t get in touch with you? Who would he call? Was he even in the position to blame Seulgi for anything when he didn’t even know something as simple as this? 

Each time he came to this conclusion, it connected to the beginning and the movie began all over again. Sleep was a luxury that he could not afford. His conscience wouldn’t let him get away with what he had put you through. 

That’s why when the phone rang incessantly, he was double minded about answering it. However, he turned around and brought it to his ear without paying attention to the called ID. 

“Hello?” He answered, unintentionally letting his tiredness seep into his voice. 

“We need to talk.” 

A jolt of electricity passed down his spine and his tiredness completely abandoned him. He immediately sat up straight, his senses on edge. He clutched his phone tighter in his hands and brought it closer to his ear to the point that he was sure there were going to be imprints on his skin. 

“___? ___, I’m so sorry-“ He began but your voice cut him sternly. 

“Jungkook. Look, I just need to talk to you, okay? Just tell me this, can I meet you right now?” 

Jungkook replied faster than a hurricane’s wind. “Yes. Yes, of course. Where do you want to meet me?” 

“At your house, if you’re okay with that of course.” 

He knew that he should have expected it but he couldn’t stop the dull pain growing his chest at the unfamiliarity you were expressing. You were cold and distant, like you were a stranger to his house. Like you hadn’t come there as much as he’d come to your old apartment. 

“Yes…” His voice slightly cracked and he cringed at the sound. He took a deep breath and steadied his voice. “Of course, you are welcome here anytime. You know it.” He said. He knew he was pushing his luck, pretending like nothing so bad had happened that it would stop you from coming over but it was all he could do. He couldn’t fathom you feeling like a stranger in house. 

There were a few seconds of silence on your part before you curtly replied. “Alright. I’ll see you in 30 minutes.” You hung up.

Jungkook removed the phone from his ears to look at it and despite your cold response, he couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on his face. He kept the phone on his bed and hurried to clean his house before you arrived because it looked like a mess and he was sure it smelled worse. Oh god, he had to take a bath too. 

As he hurriedly moved around his house, cleaning up the mess all he could of was your call. You had called him. That meant something right? This had to be a chance. 

What else could it be?

Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers.  The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime. 

As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner.  You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line. You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling but he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal. 

“May I come in?” You finally spoke up. 

The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed, forced a smile on his face and that the feeling in his heart, the feeling that everything was going to go wrong was untrue. 

He took a deep breath and brightened the smile on his face. 

“Yes. Please come in.” 

To be continued…

Much love,


Bruise [ IX ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 6k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

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Originally posted by loverkoreanasian

Red was the color that painted your skin through the sleepless night alone. Your eyes grew red from the endless stream of frustrated tears that dripped down your temples. Your cheeks changed hue from rawness, the sleeves of your sweater scratching away at them until they near bled. Your phone battery drained to zero, red painting the icon when you stared at it, debating calling him so his voice could fade your consciousness. Your lips drew too much blood to the surface when you bit down on them to stop another sigh from slipping out, desperate for it to all stop. Desperate for everything to be a dream you could wake up from rather than something you had to deal with when the sun rose back up into the sky.

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Unpopular opinion, but when I read those ‘I regret having kids post, ’ my mind immediately goes to the kids, and I’m hoping that these parents aren’t letting their regret get in the way of raising healthy children.

Like…I can’t feel bad for you if you chose to have your children when you weren’t ready, but I can feel bad for the kid. Because I’ve just seen too many children hated by their parents because their parents regret having them, I’ve heard too many horror stories of abuse due to regretful parents.

I just don’t feel bad for the parents anymore, I did at a point, but  my heart just goes out to the innocent kids, because there are far too many kids who are victims of parents who regretted having them.

Like from personal experience, I feel for kids.

🌹Hereditary empath tips

The gift of empathy has been in my family for generations. My mother is one, her father, and so on. Here are some tips that my family has used throughout the years to make life as a feeler a little easier. There’s also a list of correspondences all the way at the bottom.

  • Rose quartz is your best friend!
  • If your child is an empath, protect them by putting chunks of rose quartz throughout the house (my mother swears by this)
  • Any body of natural water is healing to empaths, especially the ocean. When you feel overwhelmed bring your heart to the water.
  • Moonlight is also extremely healing
  • Don’t wait till you’re too overwhelmed with emotion before you cleanse and ground.
  • Sometimes periods of isolation are necessary for empaths, set some time aside as often as you want, to be alone, preferably at a peaceful and calming place (beach, forest, your bathtub)
  • Remember you can’t lose your gift, but it can become blocked or suppressed. It’s likely to happen after a trauma or if you become too overwhelmed with the emotion you constantly feel. If it happens be patient, it’s more important to deal with your own emotions and take care of yourself first. It doesn’t make you a bad empath, I promise.
  • Shielding is super important! My mother had a cats eye necklace made for me as an infant for this exact reason. Shield however you see fit, even an quick energy sheild before you leave your house will help.
  • Try to connect to your element. Not every empath is gonna be a water element, althought water will still be healing for them. If you’re an empath who’s a fire element, light a bonfire to ground, and so on.
  • Spirit work might be challenging and can get extremely overwhelming for empaths. Be careful around any haunted places or antique stores. Although some empaths are extremely talented at spirit work and use their gift to help spirits pass on, this isn’t always the case, especially in younger empaths. An empaths ability to do that safely has everything to do with their comfort level, if you’re extremely sensitive to emotion, the wrong kind from a spirit can do a lot of damage. I don’t recommend any empaths go to places where violent deaths occurred (especially not empathic children, my mother learned this the hard way with me). It’s almost 100% of the time too overwhelming and pushing yourself only makes it worse in the long run.
  • You may find cannabis to be helpful during times when you need to ground and relax. It also might help unblock your gift if it get repressed. I recommend an indica or hybrid since empaths are prone to anxiety.
  • Aromatherapy, meditation, and self-care can make a world of difference for an empath. Remember to take care of yourself first. If you’ve had a hard day and your friend is upset too and you can’t handle both, it’s okay. It doesn’t make you a bad person or empath. You need to come first, try to set boundaries to protect yourself.

**quick correspondences page

Advice For The Signs

LIBRA: Occasionally you have to fake it until you make it. I know that this is a cliche you’ve heard many times before, but have you ever actually tried it? Cliches don’t become ‘cliche’ unless a lot of people believe in what they’re implying. Feel free to test this, even if it’s just for a day or two. Pretend that you’re in the right career, pretend that you haven’t been sad at all for the last few weeks, pretend that you’re powerful and comfortable and know exactly who you are. Sometimes a little confidence, even if it begins as a front, is the final piece to the puzzle.

SCORPIO: You’ve had chains wrapped around your ankles for so long now that you hardly ever notice their weight anymore. Don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful that you’ve found a way to cope with the things that try to drag you down. But it seems like you’ve become so complacent in this state of being that you’ve given up on escape. Like you’re an audience member to your own existence. But you aren’t, even though life comes at you so viciously sometimes. You are in charge of your body, and in charge of what you do with it. Now use it.

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Imagine being Dean’s daughter and announcing to him that you are dating Jack.

“Him?” Dean’s rough voice broke the heavy silence that had set between the two of you “You are dating him?” he all-but-growled as he stared deeply in your eyes.

“Well, I- I wouldn’t say exactly dating yet, he’s not that familiar with the term and I’m-”

“Yet?!” Dean exclaimed, his voice coming slightly high-pitched “Yet? You mean this will keep going on?!”

“Well, yes dad of course it is!” you huffed, rolling your eyes “That’s why I am telling you, because this is actually important to me. And maybe Jack doesn’t quite understand the terms yet but I know that his feelings are real, that all of this between him and I is real as well.”

“Which again brings me back to my original question: Him?!” he looked at you with so much shock it made you groan and cross your arms over your chest.

“Will you try to be a little less surprised, please? I thought you’d be a little less shocked at your daughter-”

“Dating the son of Lucifer? Oh yeah!” he cut you off full of sarcasm and a hint of angst “Why the hell would I ever mind that (Y/n)?!”

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