Woodland Tiaras

Tetras Treasures on Etsy

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

this fucks me up every single time

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

Hello and welcome to Deep Space Nine. We are a space station, not a starship, so you’ll be spending a lot of time with all these delightful side characters like: bisexual fashion lizard. hologram of Frank Sinatra. goblins. goblin comes in 3 varieties: bartender, nephew, and idiot. our doctor is a twink, our commander is antifa and the captain talks to the gods sometimes. our policeman is sometimes a liquid and the science lady is part worm. we have many fine storylines, such as: Goblin Does A Crime, Watch The Irishman Suffer, or The Horrors Of War. As you stroll along our promenade enjoying a raktajino or delicious jumja stick, watch out for our nefarious villains: Pope Karen. clones of Jeffrey Combs. and a horny bastard reptile man who seems convinced this is actually his show. we suspect he may be possessed by demons. Have fun!

Deep Space Nine: now with Worf™!

Part 5

Growing up together - Age 17 and 18

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do yall think about how easy it would be for gideon to pick up and carry harrow around like Entirely Too Much or is it just me. it's rent free in my head. harrow throwing her entire body at gideon when they're in their bodies again. gideon catching her easily, holding her tight. harrow hissing at gideon like a feral little cat as gideon picks her up and carries her away from her desk when she's been working late into the night. gideon scooping harrow up just cause she feels like it and her tiny necromancer is suffering from a lack of kisses. harrow not only allowing it but begrudgingly liking it. what's a cav for if not to hold you with their big muscles??

“Griddle?”

“Harrow?”

“Is this real?”

“Yes, Harrow. This is real.”

“Oh.”

—

“Is this real?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I promise.”

—

“How do you know?”

“How do I know what?”

“That it’s not a hallucination.”

“Feel that?”

“... Yes.”

—

“Maybe I’m imagining this. And you.”

“Hey. Harrow. C’mere.”

“Gideon...”

“There. No way you’re imagining that. Your brain can’t comprehend it.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re still here, aren’t you?”

—

“Gideon?”

“Yes, oh mistress of mandibles?”

“Stop that. I need to ask you something.”

“Ask away, my twilight princess—hey, ouch, no pinching!”

“I’m serious!”

“So am I, Harrow. I’m always serious about you.”

—

“Gideon.”

“Hmm?”

“Kiss me again.”

*shows up to the harrow nova bbq a week late, sweating, w/one hand clutching my side & the other holding a potato salad that NONE of you should eat because it has GONE BAD*

Sauron, Utumno Edition

One Flesh, One End

Bruh Gideon the ninth has left a cut in my heart so incredibly deep I fear I may never heal.

More midnight NavNova for the lesbians

Pigeon

I. Love. Them.