Goddessmoonlady - WTF My World... >_>

new relationship prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

— “i’ve always thought you were the most beautiful person in the world.”

— “i-i just… i’m sorry. we’ve gone out as friends so many times before, i don’t know why i’m finding this so hard to navigate.”

— “can i hold your hand? is that weird to ask?”

— “i can’t believe you didn’t know i liked you, i thought it couldn’t have been any more obvious.”

— “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.”

— “i know it’s only been a couple months, but i can barely remember what it was like without you in my life. i don’t think i’d want to, either.”

— “of course i remembered. it’s important to you, so now it’s important to me too.”

— “how embarrassing would it be if i told you i’d dreamt of this since i first met you?”

-ˏˋ. actions / scenarios ˊˎ-

— wearing their partner’s clothes for the first time

— finding out what each other’s love language is

— gradually starting to keep their s/o’s favourite products / comfort items in their house so they can always feel at home there

— calling the other a pet name for the first time

— navigating physical affection

— seeing their partner in their clothes for the first time

— slowly becoming more and more reliant on having their partner next to them so that they can fall asleep

— going on their first real date as a couple

— quietly researching the other person’s interests and hobbies, so they can better engage with them on it

Reminders for the Anxious/Depressed Creatives

You’re more than what you make.

Your productivity does not determine your value.

It’s okay to do nothing sometimes.

Not everything you do has to result in a product.

Not everything you make has to be important, significant, or even good.

You can make things just for yourself.

You can keep secrets for yourself, whether it’s not posting some of your projects or not sharing your techniques.

You’re allowed to say no.

You’re allowed to rest.

"Traumatic memories” tend to arise as fragmented splinters of inchoate and indigestible sensations, emotions, images, smells, tastes, thoughts, and so on ... These jumbled fragments cannot be remembered in the narrative sense per se, but are perpetually being “replayed” and re-experienced as unbidden and incoherent intrusions or physical symptoms. The more we try to rid ourselves of these “flashbacks,” the more they haunt, torment, and strangle our life force, seriously restricting our capacity to live in the here and now.

Peter A. Levine, Trauma and Memory: Brain and Body in a Search for the Living Past

i hate the trope of kids giving their favorite stuffed animal to a younger child as a sign of compassion and coming of age, as if this is something that should be expected of kids as they grow up

im 22 and i dont care who you are you’ll have to pry my ikea shark out of my cold dead hands