Do You Ever Think,,, That When Lan Wangji Is Just Totally Done™ With Whatever Cultivation Drama Or

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two blues.

do you ever get slightly annoyed with a character choosing to be the better person. like i know it's probably more benefitial to you and everyone around you bestie but i feel like if you went a little apeshit in response to what some people did to you it'd be justified ❤️

i’d like lwj to be friends with more women but his options are fairly limited. i can’t imagine him being actually close with jyl because they’re too polite to each other. even when lwj is used to wwx being wwx i think he would see wwx tease jyl and be Shocked Scandalised, wei ying how could you torment your sister who has never done anything wrong in her life ever. good siblings-in-law but idk about close friends. there’s wen qing, and they have mutual respect and also of course gay lesbian solidarity, but also top requirement for lwj having a friend like this, surely, is that he can potentially get a second opinion on Feelings instead of just doing internal suffering. which you cannot discuss with the mildly terrifying best friend of the subject of said feelings. mianmian is a great option but really she can’t be expected to befriend every sect heir who is bad at expressing themselves socially, surely one is enough

I lost every friendship I ever had and it still hurts.

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Gifs Show How Mushrooms Grow

Mushrooms are fast-growing organisms that quickly pop up after the rain. These mesmerizing time-lapse gifs record the mushroom buds bursting through the soil and elegantly expanding their caps.

When you love the most natural thing in the world is to want to be together, but you must understand this does not always imply a physical proximity. Life is busy, time is limited, obligations seemingly multiplying and never-ending, and yet that doesn't stop the desire to be with the one your heart longs for. So we find ways, our soul searches them out, and then we find them in the rain and in every wistful cloud, in the beauty of flowers and in the music of the wind. We color them into the songs we listen to, into the magic of the stars. We hear them whisper in our souls the truth of our hearts. You kiss them with your thoughts and caress them with every smile. You hold their hand when you reminisce of the memories you have created with your lives, with your time, so entwined. And so we satisfy the need that beats in us, and we learn to love the essence of their soul, in the distance, in the silence, and never are they truly far away from us.

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My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.