Your F/o Would Not Get Annoyed, Fed Up, Or See You As A Burden For Needing Reassurance, Even If You Feel

Your f/o would not get annoyed, fed up, or see you as a burden for needing reassurance, even if you feel like you are wearing on them for needing constant validation or support.

Your f/o would not get upset at you for needing "basic" remainders that you deserve love, affection, human decency, respect, and protection. They will remind you as many times as you need without hesitation. For you, they would. Your f/o would not be sarcastic or dismissive when you ask for something as simple as permission for getting dessert or anything else. They would not shame you for wanting things. You deserve food, shelter, safety, happiness, affection, love, and warmth. And you deserve small things that are not "basic necessities" like treats, items that make you happy, ect.

You deserve happiness and healing. And your f/o will be there every step of the way to remind you.

☀️[proship dni]

What selfshipping is like

"my f/o wouldn't love me irl..." EXCUSE ME?!?! DO YOU KNOW JUST HOW WRONG YOU ARE?! they told me themself that they love you! they are so in love with you that they can't wait to see you every single day when they/you get home!

pro/comship + neuteral/safe + those who age up minors romantically: please dni and leave my content on my blog, please

To my nonbinary, genderfluid and other over all gender non conforming self shippers. You're f/o would love you the way you are. If you present masculine, feminine, neither or inbetween they love you. They love the way you look & how you present. They won't make you pick a side. You are not to much of anything for them. They think you're perfect the way you are and would never want you to change.

(if u saw me post this the first time with the wrong poll length no you didn't)

“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.