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losing a friend (for the one that got away) 1/3

part 2 , part 3

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A tumblr post by user frenchtoastlesbian, reading: losing people is so interesting because like. no i don’t want to speak to you ever again. yes i think about you on your birthday.

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”

A drawing of a book, with the words ‘it takes two to be a stranger’ on the cover.

A tumblr post by user linguinereid, reading: also today is my old best friends birthday (we just grew apart) and it’s so weird how you can go from talking every day to just sending a little “happy birthday! i hope this year treats you well!” to them. like i know everything about you, but also nothing.

I’d rather think of this / as a confession: / you are still the first person / I want to share new things with. 

Graffiti on a wall, reading: “If we ever stop talking.. Send me a song”

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them. - Richard Siken, Editor’s page: the long and the short (...)

A tumblr post from memoryslandscape, reading: “I miss you more than I remember you.” - Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019).

A handwritten note, reading: I always see stuff and think “oh you’d like this” / I hope that you see stuff and think that I would like them, too.

Maybe someday / we will be two /people meeting / again for the first time.

A tumblr post by coffeeacademia, reading: i find it so beautiful how we all read the same poetry and miss different people

A tumblr post by user frenchtoastlesbian, reading: losing people is so interesting because like. no i don’t want to speak to you ever again. yes i think about you on your birthday. / end of ID]

I need one of my faves to post a new fic or update or something ‘cause the last couple of fics from authors I wasn’t familiar with that I clicked on didn’t give what they was supposed to have gave lol… like they weren’t bad per se or poorly written , but they were not my cup of tea. But if y’all know of any good newer SamBucky fics that don’t take a… turn at some point, drop them in the notes please and thank you

I wanted to refrain from being overly-negative, and then spent some time trying to figure out what I wanted to say, but I need this out for my own sanity so  here goes.

Jodie Whittaker deserved better. She deserved better scripts, better characterisation, better stories. She deserved to be remembered not just for being the first female doctor, but for being the Doctor. She deserved better than such wishy-washy characterisation and for her incarnation to have been marked by conflicting and downright questionable morality. She deserved big iconic moments like Eccleston’s “Everybody lives”, Tennant’s “I’m the man who’s going to save your lives and all 6 billion planet on the people below”, Smith’s “Hello. I’m the Doctor.” and Capaldi’s “personally, I think that’s a hell of a bird”. She deserved actual relationships with her companions beyond the surface level “we’re friends now”. Relationships like the warm, bantering companionship of Ten and Donna, the blossoming, wound-healing friendship like Nine and Rose, the mentor/mentee relationship of Twelve and Bill, or the found family dynamic of Eleven and the Ponds. She deserved the darkness, depth, complexity and nuance that was afforded her predecessors, to go too far and have to be pulled back. She deserved to struggle, to not be right all the time, to fight and to almost give up, and after all that deserved to pull herself up and be brilliant, be mad, be the Doctor.

I will always love and appreciate Jodie for all she did. She gave everything to this role, and I just wish this role had given everything to her.

I dont look beautiful. I know I don't and there is really no way you can convince me I do. I have a nose that's not what fits the standards. I have front teeth that are way too much on front. I have a long face. I don't have a pageant smile. I lose whenever I compare myself to her. I have flaws on the outside that you judge me for and it's okay, that's the kind of society we live in.

But it's weird that inspite of knowing this fact, I feel beautiful. I feel beautiful when I am writing. I feel beautiful when I am having a hot cup of coffee after studying continuously. I feel beautiful when I step on the terrace and my headache stops throbbing. I feel beautiful when I sign my name at the end of a poem or when I put my face or my hand in the rain. I feel it when I am so tired I sleep without any thoughts. When I have cried for way too long and my face shines and I don't have any tears to cry anymore. I feel it when my skinny jeans fits me perfectly and I can't stop staring myself in the mirror, with hair down and messy. I feel beautiful when I laugh at the inside jokes I have with myself. When I am alone, just thinking and the thoughts make sense and I am able to pen it down. I feel beautiful when someone likes it. I feel it when I am done with the day's work. I feel it when I think of future even though it's becoming rare lately. I can't see future as clearly as I did. But there are moments, I see myself and I have made it and I am alive. Wearing those skinny jeans and walking with my hands in my pocket on a now silent at 2 am New York Street. I feel beautiful when I think of it.

But this beauty is what no one appreciates anymore. Everyone wants everyone to be kind, beautiful from inside. But the problem is, neither does anyone respect that beauty nor does anyone know to value it.

So does this feeling of beautiful matter?

As often as not, I like to think it does. To me, it does.

-S

dinosaur sprinkles. look at this post with your eyes if you agree

Dropped a small potato n started crying how’s everyone else doin tonight

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Yeah, right. It's a great reunion buddy, be well.