u/Aware-Employee-4241

TL;DR Ik ben verliefd, wil weten of hij ook een oogje op mij heeft. Het liefst wil ik het hem horen zeggen, zodat ik niet uit-hoef-te-gaan-van.. dus hoe zou ik dat aan kunnen pakken?

Extra info: Ik ben een vrouw van 22 en zit echt al maanden met kriebels in mijn buik van een van mijn collega’s. Ik werk als monteur en zit samen met hem en een paar andere in dezelfde ploeg. Ik word niet snel verliefd en nu heb ik weer dat gevoel voor het eerst in jaren en wil ik er eigenlijk gewoon voor gaan. Boeit me niet echt dat we collega’s zijn, ik ga uiteindelijk toch naar een andere ploeg dus zullen we niet op elkaars lip zitten.

Ben niet bang om een blauwtje te lopen, maar wel bang dat ik de band die we nu hebben ga verpesten / het ongemakkelijk kan worden als ik hem vertel dat ik hem een interessante man vind. Misschien vindt hij mij wel heel vreemd en zou hij het raar vinden dat ik hem leuk vind (hij is namelijk 4 jaar ouder)

Soms denk ik dat we flirten maar ik weet het eigenlijk niet zeker. Daarom vind ik het zo lastig.

Dus mensen.. geef me aub tips hoe ik er, op zo’n onopvallend mogelijke manier, achter zou kunnen komen of hij me leuk vindt. Want ik weet niet hoe lang ik m’n impulsieve gedrag nog in bedwang kan houden en niet ga schreeuwen dat ik hem de meest volmaakte man op aarde vind en ik met hem wil trouwen. 🙏

I’m asking this as a 22 year old female. I like, but I mean really REALLY like this man from work. And I honestly can’t stand it anymore and I need to know if he likes me back. So please do tell me, what are signs a man likes a woman? And how the hell do I approach this guy and tell him I’m interested in him without sounding like a creep or making our relationship awkward?

Some extra info; Sometimes I think he flirts back but I’m never 100% certain because I honestly can’t imagine him liking me back. I’m quite alternative and he’s very modest looking. He might also think I’m too young which has been an issue before.

One day we were working a nightshift together and he had to grab some stuff from a different location. When he came back it had gotten real hot at the workplace so he said something like “gotta take of my clothes first” before going back to work, I replied with “please not everything” and he said “like you would mind”

I have no idea if I heard that correctly, also if he did actually say that idk if it was just him trying to be funny or him trying to flirt. He had also said that me and him are like a bickering couple (multiple times) and the fact he said “we” and “couple” in one sentence just made me blush and giggle like a little kid.

Also also one time I told him I liked X in a man, and he said “Oh, so I should X more?”

Please help because this situation has been going on for a few months now and I just need to know if I can get a serious relationship out of this cause I want him so bad

I like to watch the birds outside of my window. It’s a large window through which I can see the entire garden. It was densely planted with grass and various kinds of flowers, surrounded by a wooden fence that looked as if it was rotting. On the left end of the garden stood a big, lushfull tree, covering almost half of the garden with its size. On the right an old shed covered in ivy.

The birds like to sit on the rotting fence, cleaning their feathers and whistling their songs. When they get startled by the slightest movement of something unfamiliar, they retreat into the tree as quickly as possible. I’d love to be a bird myself one day and live the same free life they have. Then, instead of watching the garden from my window, I could watch our house from that big tree. 

I’m not allowed in the garden, so that’s why I spend most of my time sitting in front of the window. It’s my favorite window in the entire house, because my moms bed is right under the windowsill. When I’ve gotten tired of looking at birds all day I can hop on the bed and fall asleep instantly. 

My mom isn’t actually my mom. She adopted me from a lady who had found me on the street when I was just a few months old. I actually can’t remember anything from back then. I have never lived without my mom, as far as I can remember. There was nothing and then there was her. I knew from the first moment that she loved me dearly, because of the way she blinked at me. She always called me Mäça which means ‘apple’ in Portuguese, because to her, I was the apple of her eye.

I’m 3 years old right now, which means I’m basically grown, but mom doesn’t agree on that. Despite that, I’m old enough to be allowed into every room of the house. It’s my playground when she isn’t home, and the perfect place for hide and seek. The house is so big, it’s almost like a castle. It’s decorated with lots of green, yellow and blue decor, moms favorite colors. Though I love playing the hide and seek game, I much prefer to be around her when she’s finally back from work. 

Sometimes she works early in the mornings, other days she works at night. You can tell she feels guilty leaving me alone when it’s dark out. “I’m sorry you have to sleep alone tonight sweety, but I have another nightshift today.” She’d say, then kissing my forehead and walking to the front door to get to her car. I think I would be really good at nightshifts, because I can easily stay up until very late. Mostly because I wait for mom to come home. 

When I do fall asleep I always get woken up by the rattling of keys being turned in the front door lock. I know she is home now. She always comes to find me, pick me up and give me a kiss. Last morning she forgot. 

When I heard her come in I was awake in seconds, I jumped off the bed and ran to the hallway. I stared at her, waiting for a hug or a kiss, but she walked right past me. I followed her to the living room, where she dropped to the floor, crying. I didn’t understand what was going on. I tried to comfort her so she turned her head to look at me. She smiled. “Goodmorning Mäça, I missed you too.” I know that I make her happy. 

Because the house is so pretty and big, she has a hard time keeping it pretty. Sometimes the toilet hasn’t been cleaned for a while, and it’s all dirty and stinky. It’s weird, because I’ve never seen her use the toilet, so it’s probably all my fault that it is the way it is. I just don’t know how to clean it yet. There are also days where she forgets to feed me, and I’m left with a growling belly and some dirty water. To satisfy the hunger I try to look for food around the house myself, but I always end up with some weird tasting leftovers that I find scattered around the house. They always make me puke at the end of the day. 

I could swear I didn’t hear her leave last night, but when I woke up I also couldn’t find her in the bedroom. I walked out and on my first step in the hall my feet felt wet. I checked the bathroom to see if she was in the shower, but when I peeked around the door there was no one there. The showerhead was dripping and had already made a big puddle on the floor that kept growing each time another drop fell in. The sounds of the shower always scared me. I’m glad mom never puts me in there, but it’s alright, because I’m old enough to clean myself. 

I walked further, down the stairs, into the living room. No sign of her. My feet were still wet. 

I was gonna wait in the living room for mom to come back, and that's when I saw it. It was a bird. A bird in the living room. She was carelessly hopping across the table, turning her head from left to right. It looked like she was inspecting the area, trying to locate something interesting to take home with her. I came closer, but as soon as she saw me she got startled and flew out of sight, right into the kitchen area.

Carefully I followed the trail of the bird. I walked into the kitchen and looked around the cabinet. 

What’s that?

The backdoor. It was open. 

My heart pounded in my chest. Was I gonna check it out? Was I finally gonna see the garden from close up? I got excited, and with that excitement I felt a rush that made me run right to the door. I stepped in the garden, alone, for the first time. 

My feet were still wet. 

As I walked through the tall grass, I called out for mom. Surely she can’t be far. As long as my feet are wet I know I’m on the right track. Walking through the thick grass was more exhausting than I had thought. From my window, it was not easy to see that it had grown so high. Eventually I got to the end of the garden.

I stood in front of the old shed. The shed on the right. The sunrays beamed on the overgrown ivy that hugged the old wood so tight, it looked like it was going to suffocate it. The door was open. Surely mom was in here, getting my food ready or hiding from me, so she could surprise me with a new toy. 

I love mom, and she loves me. 

I walked in. 

Sunbeams shone through the glass and illuminated the dark interior of the shed. I saw a silhouette floating in the air in the middle of the room. It was just hanging there, silently. 

Dripping from its wrists was a bird, hanging in front of the window, wearing the feathers that belonged to my mom.

Thanks to Delta I’ve been able to trade all pokemon for the National Pokédex to my Pokemon White 2 save file on my DS. Because of that I figured I could also complete the 5-star trainer card. Now I’ve completed all the Pokestar studio movies, I’ve finished the PWT, I’m on my way completing the National dex, but when I got my Entree level to 30 nothing on my Trainer Card changed.

Turned out you need both Black and White Entree levels to be level 30. Did some research on how to do that, but didn’t really get far. (In order to get the black Entree level to 30 you need to join another person from Black2 in a mission) I got on my black2 save file (Delta) and my white2 save file (DS), but they weren’t able to find each other on the C-Gear. And without that I was not able to join a mission that I started on Delta via my DS.

Is it even possible to connect Delta and the DS via the local wireless entralink? If so can someone please help me. It would be a real shame if couldn’t finish my 5 star trainer card right now. Thank you!!

4 years ago I got my first piercing (septum, healed fine). 3 years ago I got a nostril piercing that I struggled a lot with so I took it out and repierced it. As of now I still have an unhealed nostril piercing (3th time repierced), an unhealed eyebrow piercing and a healed septum and lip piercing.

My question is, can I get 2 new piercings (lip and nostril on other side) or should I wait for my eyebrow and nostril to heal first? I heard someone say that having too many unhealed piercings can affect the healing process of others so yeah! Pls lmk!

I’m so tired of feeling like shit. I’m tired of waking up and feeling the depression crawling into my body. I’m tired of being too tired to do anything.

I’ve been depressed (and diagnosed) since I was 12. I’m 22 years old right now and nothing has changed. The only thing that has is the extra trauma, the amount of pain and the stress of life. Having to live a life while I don’t long for anything or anyone. My life is boring and empty and at the same time I’m stressed about everything where there is none.

I miss feeling genuine love. But all the love I’ve ever felt was just made up in my mind. I don’t think I’ll ever get to experience the real type of love I desire. I wish my first attempt hadn’t failed, because these years have so not been worth the wait.

Sometimes I’m just pissed off that I have to live. I didn’t ask for this. And now I’m not allowed to decide when I want to end it.

Today I had a very decent day, a great day even. I went to a concert with my friend and chose an outfit that I didn’t 100% feel good about ‘cause it was kinda out of my comfort zone. The concert was great, and I felt an amazing dopamine kick afterwards, but all the girls and boys there were so so pretty. It made me kinda insecure. When I got home and looked in the mirror I got so sad, cause I felt so ugly and I honestly hope no one noticed that I looked like that. It ruined my whole night and my whole life. My outfit looked dumb, my face looked weird and my hair looked like a hairdryer had blown up in my face. So everyone there was pretty, except me. It’s just embarrassing, especially ‘cause I put so much effort into trying to look good and ending up still looking ugly.

Back in primary and secondary school I always got bullied, probably because I wasn’t really pretty and my face just looked.. off. My hair was like a bird nest even though it was super healthy. Online I also got bullied for my looks, pictures of me would be send in group chats to make fun of me and my irl “friend” (back when I was like 11 or something) told me that if she looked as ugly as me she would’ve already killed herself.

I tried to learn makeup and after a few years I got pretty decent at it. But for some reason after I’ve put on my makeup, leave the house, come back and look in the mirror I just look weird and ugly again. I hate my face and I’m just so embarrassed of what I look like. I only like my face in the dark tbh. I hate that I have to live with this face for the rest of my life, that even with makeup I will never be better than “mid”. I don’t think I will ever be able to find someone who will love me because I’m just too ugly. Since age 14 I hate it when people take photo’s of me and when I have to I just start to cry.

I don’t know what to do and my face is the biggest reason why I think about killing myself. I’m just so ashamed of what I look like. I wish I could just vanish and erase every trace of me having ever existed.