i don’t want characters with healthy coping mechanisms, actually. i want them to yearn and weep and suffer and have their brutal worldviews informed and/ or altered exclusively by their unyielding love for like. one other person. sorry
hey you reading this, you are gorgeous. I’m gonna need you to drink some water though. just because you’re so gorgeous doesn’t mean you can skip out on drinking water
and I’m talking STUNNING. like you are drop-dead beautiful. head turning and heart burning. you’re just so pretty
whenever i’m talking to someone and they tell me about something that happened to them i always tell them about something that happened to me that’s similar to what happened to them. i do it as kind of a “oh hey yeah this happened to me so i can relate to what you’re going through” but i’m always afraid it comes out as “oh yeah well this happened to me so clearly i have it tougher than you” or “i’m done talking about you let’s talk about me”
i swear i don’t mean it like that……..
I run into this a lot with my job – so instead of telling the whole story I say something like, “Oh my gosh, I had something REALLY similar happen. What did you do after that??” And I’ve found that works. Usually they explain and then ask, “So what happened to you?” And then you’re invited to share, and the formula for conversing continues on. 🙂
of all the tumblr posts i’ve read, this one is going to change my life the fastest lol.
Thanks to both the OP for posting a thing that so many of us do, and the responder who gave us a better way to do it. You’re doing the lord’s work, my friend!
Since people are finally talking about Reagan sabotaging Iran hostage crisis negotiations to hurt Jimmy Carter politically and help him win (and comparing that to Trump’s communications with Netanyahu) this feels like a good time to remind everyone that Nixon literally did the same thing, sabotaging peace talks in Vietnam to help him win the 1968 election.
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