u/violetdetheveste

Tell me instead you beautiful single woman, what's something you're proud of having done FOR YOURSELF this week?

Is anyone interested in taking part in that? I happen to go to a Uni where apparently I'm the only one who cares about studying so I'd love to have people to have study sessions with. We could organise time for meetings and study together. You don't have to chat unless you want to of course.

Anyone?

Hello. I'm 23f and I'm restarting uni after having changed careers. I was a med student who survived on hustle and a hectic lifestyle that lead to my mental and physical collapse one year ago. I've been healing since and have dropped out to do another degree in humanities. My ambition is high. I really want to make this year my year now that I'm finally somewhere I belong. But I don't know how to survive school without stress, grind, acceleration etc I also want to join extracurricular activities but I'm afraid of having a burn out once more. I'm also planning on finding a job since I had left my previous one but I can smell the overwhelming schedule of my weeks from here.

Any tips ?

It infuriated me that even served on a platter, she still found that man so irresistible.

The man who tricked the entirety of the Order who were at Hogwarts for a YEAR including ultimate know-it-all Albus ( no hate towards the latter whatsoever) and even us readers back when we first read the book!

Every single time I reread the book I'm just so fervently anticipating that chapter towards the end where he reveals himself and everything comes to light. It gives me goosebumps fr. The whole book is my favourite just because of how brilliant this plot was. I am impressed with the foreshadowing harder each time. Barty is severely underrated as a wizard and an actor. Voldemort would have never pulled anything without him.

The thing is, I know that's what's best for me. I know that's what needs to happen.

But I'll never know how their hand will feel in their thirties. I'll never know if they took that promotion at their job. I'll never know whether they'll cry at the new Spider-Man movie or not. Small things that are breaking me.

When I broke us off ( which was beyond needed since our long term long distance relationship wasn't going anywhere) I told them this might be the last time we talk and I meant it. But how do I cope with it ? I want a life where the space in my head and heart where I had previously tattooed their name is gone, but I can't seem to properly want to live it.

I cut off the contact entirely, deleted the pictures; the playlists; the texts; distracted myself, redirected my energy, but the what-ifs linger, and most importantly the curiosity about them, which is so painful even as a non curious person.

I wonder if they'd like this food I made, this painting I created, I wonder how they'd help with my poem and how are they looking in this specific weather, and break because I will never know. And we went our separate ways so far from each other they might marry or fall sick or even die and I wouldn't know. But I ache to know, while not wanting to know.

I talked a lot, but please help with anything. It's excruciating. It's breaking me apart. Ease this specific pain please. I can't take the madness anymore.

Was any of you a past atheist or met an atheist that reverted to Islam ? How did they learn to believe in the existence of God and faced all the controversial aspects of religion?

I miss you. We're talking, we're laughing, we're loving, and yet I miss you in every second we're apart. It tingles in every part of my body, mind, heart and soul whenever you feel far away.

I worry about hurting you, or hurting myself. Hurting us. By overtalking, overthinking...overloving? Even when I'm constraining myself to limit the flow of my emotions so that I don't scare you away, your smile, your wit, your voice haunts my mornings and afternoons.

You're singing to my ears when I open the cupboard, and typing on your phone when I'm cleaning my room. I talk to your phantom more than I talk to the collective community of the human beings around me, and I taste your presence like an addictive spoon of honey that sits on my tongue, slowly melting away.

Is my obsession with you destroying me ? If yes, why does it make me feel happy, excited...alive? Are my daydreams ever going to cross into the threshold of reality? My illusions slipping into the tangible physics that circle my corpse...

Where are you when I miss you ? Well if you ever wonder... I'm right here, in the liminal space where the possibility of us kisses my closed eyes, and the daydream of your love hugs me into sleep.

I love you so much.

Missing you as I type.

C.