I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with
girls when they donβt have a new obsession that helps them dissociate from their problems and theyβre actually forced to face their thoughts
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I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with
girls when they donβt have a new obsession that helps them dissociate from their problems and theyβre actually forced to face their thoughts

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why does it seem that so many people pretend to care?
Dear user, it seems you are under the impression that pretending is condemnable. We all pretend one thing or another. Even culture is nithing else but a pretension that an arbitrary set of concepts have true meaning. Our pretension even lead us to build a social structure that articulates a series of ideological simulations that support such weak concept of meaning.
The universe and everything in it are in no obligation to correspond your emotional needs.
And that is beautiful dear user. That should set you free: of expectations, of ideology (ergo, or morality), of the cultural burden of reciprocity.
You are chaos. And that chaos is only yours.
That chaos is magnificent.
So I have no idea who the fuck I am exactly but like, I know I haven't been conscious in years and I am very disoriented. Life, as I am coming to terms with, is completely different from what I remember it (and apparently, for the better in extreme ways) and I am... Confused. I know I was there for the worst of it, and then I wasn't. I don't remember shit.
But uh... At least it seems... Safe?
Take my hand and we shall meet whatever comes our way

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The nights you condemned me had become my worst nightmare. What you saw before you? Sweet wells of power; Unprompted, uncalled for, you sought to devour. Sweet dreams of your lies left behind who I was, who I could be lost to who I'd become.
Your voice stabbed right through me, and shook walls around us. Your voice demolished each structure, each room, every place I could hide. It shook me too deep, and left me wanting to die.
Your words could undo all my dignity and peace. All I had gathered, that I'd worked so hard for, all struck down without mercy, without care, without grief. You were fully convinced, that I was no more than a doll or a twisted, cruel bitch that deserved all your harm.
It didn't make sense:
You weren't here, you weren't gone.
You weren't near, you were wrong.
You followed the silence you had hoped was a song.
Your last passionate kiss: sprung through, with regret, your teeth on my teeth, cracking the facade of desire yet it brought forth deceit. I lay helpless to your gesture in that twilight hour, your mind nearly gone and your heart beat; our song.
The last minute you loved me turned into a requiem, buried in all that you no longer knew. Gone with the memories of your burning touch, all so in haste, without worry nor blame. I lay there still wanting to understand your dark plight, stuck fawning just beneath your licentious might. No squirming, no sound, my breath gone untethered, you took what was yours and left me no less than shattered.
βMaybe they wanted to give him everything he wanted. Everything he desired. Everything theyΒ could give. Whatever they felt, it was such a muddled mass of emotions that even with a thousand years of untangling, it may only lead to a dead end of frayed knots and misery... Or lead to something so twisted and ugly, a reflection of their worst fears, it would shatter them with a single touch. Maybe, in those shattered shards of sparkling glass, he'd find... That he wanted him to hurt them. Create a wound that tore into both of them. Set a fire that would engulf them both, and disintegrate the two into fine dust, a bond of ashes that could never be sifted apart.
The thought caused a shudder throughout their body.β
Stuff that reminds me of The Stranger
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Has anyone else like, had really short hair for years, and eventually you decide to finally grow it out for real this time, so when you actually have committed to it and your hair starts getting to a point where it's longer than it's been in years you just... Don't... Know how to style it... It's like an awkward phase. My hair is going through puberty.
Hubris? And what about it? Oh, you miserable bother. Donβt ask me to pity you.
You are but a shell of a villain. No match for any of the legends, an imitator and a human person, a benevolent inconvenience. You call yourself evil, but would you carelessly walk past a man being beaten up with a gun in your pocket? You claim youβre cold-hearted, but would you stab an old friend the moment they might turn on you with no regret? Youβre a hero, kid, one that heard one too many false stories. Learn to be worse than that.

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Dimitri: Come on. Join that fandom server, you don't have to enjoy the content alone. You've been in the fandom for years!
Et: okay but consider this... We wrote the most popular fanfic in the fandom. And we run the most active Tumblr blog for the fandom. Everyone in that server knows who we are and has read the fic and they're all waiting for an update. Do we wanna deal with that kind of pressure? The compliments? The responsibility? The guilt? The stress of communicating with people we barely know?
Dimitri: That's literally what I'm here for. Just do it.
Et: Absolutely not.
Dimitri: