SterlingBee

himmel the hero set an unrealistic standart for all fictional love interests. the guy spent his entire lifetime making sure his crush would feel his love for centuries and he didn't even see her for most of it. his love was so truly unconditional that he didn't even need to be loved back, he did it all so she could see it after his passing. at his funeral frieren lamented not even knowing him much. years later she's looking for his favorite flowers because that madman played such a long con that he managed to rizz up an immortal from the grave

i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”