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“Freedom is being you without anyone’s permission.”

— Unknown

“Replace “I can’t” within “How can I?””

— Unknown

“Let me be, was all I wanted. Be what I am, no matter how I am.”

— Henry Miller

november. the month of poets, thinkers, lovers, and writers.

“Just a reminder in case your mind is playing tricks on you today: You matter. You’re important. You’re loved. And your presence on this earth makes a difference whether you see it or not.”

— Unknown

“You can have everything you want if you can put your heart and soul into everything you do.”

— Roy T. Bennett

you would have thought it was meant to be

— emotions potrayed by luke newton

— emotions potrayed by luke newton

I love how it's basically canon that the couples from previous seasons are just so unbothered and sickeningly in love in the background while the main couple of the season is running around screaming while everything is on fire.

Can't wait for Colin and Penelope to be spinning like ballerinas while Benedict is screaming crying and throwing up over Sophie.

Y’all. I just will never ever not laugh at Colin telling Pen he will help her find a husband then immediately beginning to spiral the second he sees her make another man giggle.

@lovesdaya

sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.

tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.

some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.

reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.

some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.

it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.

Unlike most women I know This one will bring it back whole Daisies, daisies perched upon your forehead/ Hands in your hair Fingers and thumbs, baby I feel safe when you’re holding me near Love the way that you conquer your fear You know hearts don’t break around here ——Hearts Don’t Break Around Here （Ed Sheeran）

Peaceful autumn

Whispers of Autumn

I remember the way the seasons would turn,

How autumn arrived with its soft, gentle burn.

The leaves would fall, golden and bright,

Like whispers of secrets that fade with the light.

It was months before the trees turned red,

I saw you then, but you turned your head.

I lingered, hoping for that fleeting glance,

And when you caught me, it felt like a chance.

Not just once, but again and again,

Our eyes would meet in that silent refrain.

People talked, their voices a soft rustle,

But we stayed quiet, lost in the subtle.

Outside the classroom, you’d be near,

Your presence behind me, always clear.

We never spoke, but your eyes said enough,

In that autumn air, we shared something tough.

Thirteen years since those moments we knew,

And still, your shadow lingers, so true.

Your gaze, your silence, it shaped my past,

A memory that echoes, meant to last.

You’ve built a life now, with love and a home,

And sometimes I wonder, when I’m alone—

Was our silence a blessing or a curse left behind?

A story untold, a love undefined?

If you had wanted, you would’ve made it clear,

But perhaps the quiet was all we could bear.

Maybe it was the silence that held us tight,

A love that was felt but never took flight.

As autumn returns, I feel the same weight,

The brush of the wind, the threads of our fate.

The leaves still fall, they don’t whisper your name,

But in the rustling, I hear echoes of the same.

Perhaps it’s the autumn, or the memory we keep,

That binds me to moments I still silently reap.

We were always the season that never quite came,

A fleeting love, lost in autumn’s soft frame.

㋡🥀

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are October’s.”