today i finally figured out why i still think about you everyday. you really did care about me. but you hurt me more than anyone ever has. when you broke up with me, i literally could not believe it. it was almost random. then you told me you wanted me back. i was reluctant to it because i was mad but i finally said i did want to be with you. the second you saw me say that you told me you didn't want me anymore. you pulled me back and forth that day. you played with my heart. i will never forgive you for that. you are so mean to me now, you say things you know will get to me, but youll randomly tell me you miss me. i’ve been so angry with you for the past 2 months. so are all my friends, they still are, they cant believe how mean you are to me. but today i realized something. i hurt you too. i didnt push you away but i took you for granted. you wanted to be with me as much as i wanted to be with you, but i didn’t show it well enough. and everyday since you broke up with me i wish i did. i told you i loved you all the time but i guess i never showed you. i really did, i took you for granted and didn't think i would loose you. i was wrong. i lost something that really meant a lot to me and i cant have it back. you cared. i mean, i’ve dated boys before you, i dated a guy for an entire year and i still don’t think he truly cared about me like you did. you took care of me after my repeated surgeries, you would drop whatever you were doing for me. no one has ever done that for me. i liked everything about you, your so smart and funny and good looking. i spent this whole time trying to get over you blaming you. when really i should be blaming myself, because maybe if i tried harder and showed it more you would still be with me today. i don't forgive you for what you did to me, its not right. but i understand why you are upset with me. i know you and i wont be together again, and i’m not sure that i would want to be with you, you’ve changed. your a mean person now. but i still miss the old you more than anything. i just wish i realized this all before things changed.
seasons are always changing
unfortunately people are too
feelings fade to black
and true colors show
the ones you used to know
become strangers to you
the relationships that
were thought to last
severed almost instantly
the love you once felt
is nothing anymore
what happened to everything?
what happened to us?
what about everything we’ve been through?
what about trust?
is that it then?
is it all over?
you promised me forever
i never knew forever had an end
you promised you’d never leave
well where are you now?
i thought i knew you
but things change
-y/n is johns daughter, and she begins to learn from
deduction and stuff from Sherlock. she gets pretty good at it and actually
helps out with their cases, until it puts her I danger.
-Hi! This is
my first time requesting/messaging anyone! I think that you are such an amazing
writer, and whenever you have the time could you please write a Sherlock x
reader one-shot where after a year of the reader being missing Sherlock finally
finds her. She had been kidnap by Moriarty and for that year Moriarty would
beat and torture her and now she as a form of PTSD, one night she has a
particularly bad nightmare and when she wakes up sobbing Sherlock holds her and
they get it on? Thank you
Changed each of the requests slightly, but this should all work out in the end
Like this post if you engage in habitual body monitoring
Im currently exploring the objectification of women within our society and have discovered the phenomenon called habitual body monitoring, which is basically where a woman is constantly thinking about how their bodies appear to the outside world and I want to a quick survey….
Monitoring who’s looking at you
Changing the way you’re positioned IE not crossing legs because you feel it makes them look fatter
Positioning your hair to look nicer
Holding your stomach in etc
STUDIES SHOW WOMEN EXPERIENCE THIS EVERY 30 SECONDS
send me a message if you want to learn more about it <3
I wish I didn’t always let you walk all over me. You don’t even realize how much it hurts me. I feel like you don’t give a shit about me anymore and it sucks. I wish you wanted to hang out like you used to and we could be cool. But every time you ditch. I’m the only one that ever stays how I feel.