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Default emotional state : a plastic bag drifting through the wind

[L 💜 @iridescentfiend]

Hey there! Lauren here and welcome to this mess called my twitter acc. Just a twenty something Filipina 🇵🇭 with a lot of feelings.

If you're into :

- RPDR
- Musical theater
- team starkids
- animated series or movie.
- anything horror related

then i'm you're bestie now.

[rese 🍀 @resepolitika]

please lang po kailangan aware tayong hindi dapat maging normal ang mababang sahod, mahal na bilihin, at kulang na serbisyo publiko. kapag nasanay tayong tiisin ang lahat ng ito, mas lalo lamang nagiging komportable ang mga dapat managot sa kanilang kapabayaan.

[` @schiz04renic]

RT for goodluck!

[tun4 @tun4ma7o]

If you guys r buying ube desserts from non Filipino owned businesses and bakeries i will hurt you

[William John G. Balderama @WJGBalderama]

Wake up, Filipinos.

Beijing, operating through its embassy in Manila, is playing you against each other like a cheap instrument. This is not diplomacy. It is manipulation.

After seizing maritime features and brazenly claiming the entire South China Sea, our West Philippine Sea, under a bogus 9-dash line, do you really think they stop there? They have already compromised senators. And you think that is the endgame?

Do not fool yourselves. China does not just want influence. It wants the Philippines. Period.

[The Palestinian @InsiderWorld_1]

#FreePalestine Retweet!

[NyxSmols @NyxSmols]

Wednesday walked into her father’s lounge. Gomez sat behind his large mahogany desk, rifling through papers until he sensed her presence.

“Father.” She greeted.

Gomez peered at her over his glasses, “Ah! Storm cloud! What brings you here on this fine Saturday?”

Thunder roared at a distance as rain intensified against the mansion windows, punctuating her silence.

Wednesday, on the brink of her final year at Nevermore, inhaled slowly and for the briefest moment, her stoicism cracked. “Father…I need advice.”

Gomez was on his feet at once, guiding her toward one of the armchairs. He poured them each a glass of wine, already aware this conversation would require fortification. “Here,” he said gently, pressing the glass into her hand. At her frown, he waved it off. “Do not worry. It is merely wine. Nothing remotely like your Grandmama’s concoctions.”

He sat beside her, eyes warm. “So. Enid, is it?” He smiled.

Wednesday looked stunned, as if she had just been shot by an arrow, except she had been, years ago…straight through her heart, an arrow with Enid Sinclair’s name caved into its wood, and she could do nothing to remove it.

“Yes.” She admitted in a barely audible whisper.

Gomez’s smile softened. He reached for Wednesday’s hand, “Scorpion, look at me.” And she did.

This wasn’t the Wednesday everyone was used to, this was Gomez’s little girl, his daughter, the soft and vulnerable one that no one but him got to see.

“Woo her.” Gomez said simply. “Admire her.”

Wednesday frowned, “How?”

“Make her feel like she’s the most sublime creature on Earth.” Gomez replied, delight dancing in his eyes. “If she is the one, and I believe she is, then your Addams blood already knows how.”

Wednesday scoffed, pulling her hand away and rubbing her temples. “I cannot fathom how I allowed myself to fall into the Addams curse’s clutches.”

“An Addams loves madly,” Gomez said. “It is beyond our control. You embrace it with honor, especially when fate presents you with a majestic werewolf as your chosen pair.”

He rose and gazed out the rain-streaked window, giving her time to gather her bearings.

Wednesday took in a deep breath, got up, chugged her wine down in one gulp and straightened her spine. Her usual demeanor returning in an instant, “Although your advice lacked the precise instructions I required.” She said coolly, “It has provided me with a quest.”

Gomez turned with a knowing smirk, “Which is?”

“I shall woo that pestering werewolf until my dying breath.” And with that, she turned on her heel and headed towards the door. “Have an awful night, Father.”

“You as well, my little scorpion,” Gomez replied fondly. “Glad I could be of service.”

As Wednesday exited, Morticia entered through the conservatory doors.

“I see our daughter is finally ready,” Morticia observed.

“Tish!” Gomez beamed, rushing to her side and kissing her hand. “It appears we’ll soon be welcoming a new member to the family! A werewolf, no less!”

Morticia’s smile was slow and knowing. “It was about time. I shall contact the painter. Enid will be added to the family portraits. Soon.”

[Vaelor💥 @vaelor0]

posted for saftey purposes.. this may save someones life one day 🙏🏾

[Lady Emily ☄️ @GreatCheshire]

Anybody know any songs about a girl where everyone’s first impression of her is that she’s really innocent, but when you get to actually talking to her, you find out she’s kinda got a dirty mind

[Rosemary @rosemaryjane_0]

DON'T INFANTILIZE SHORT WOMEN!! I can't control the fact that I'm 5'1 as a fully grown adult, but I'm entirely capable of consenting for myself. Being short does NOT equate to being young. I'm a grown woman that pays rent and taxes. Who the hell am I allowed to date if I'm so short?? 90% of men and probably 70% of women are taller than me so idk what you expect.

[Torey Canino-Celis @tj_canino]

“Filipinos deserve a system that protects them, not just stories that praise how they survive.”

this hits home, ngl. 😕

[Libriscent @libriscent]

You're the girl who never had many friends. You fell in love too quickly. You were always told you were so "mature for your age". I get it. The girl who drifted into her own little fantasy world for protection.
You're the girl who comes into people's lives to teach them love but never got it back. I feel you.
Trust me I do.

[Libriscent @libriscent]

A woman can be completely obsessed with you. She will love you loudly, fiercely, and without hesitation. When a woman is locked in on you, when she has chosen you, she moves with a kind of loyalty and devotion that is rare. She is not half in. She is all in. Every call, every text, every little act of kindness is a reflection of how deeply she feels for you. But love is not blind forever. Not even hers. All it takes is one moment, one betrayal, one game too many. One time you play with her feelings, make her question her worth, treat her like she is disposable, or take her heart for granted, and just like that, the switch flips. BOOM. She detaches. And when a woman detaches, it is not because she stopped loving you overnight. It is because she finally realized she had no choice. She realized that staying emotionally attached to someone who plays with her heart is the fastest way to destroy herself. She realized that no matter how much she loved you, she could not keep bleeding for someone who would not even bother to bandage the wounds he caused. Her energy changes. Her voice gets quieter. The effort she used to put into you gets redirected into herself. She is no longer arguing, no longer explaining, fighting for a place in your life. She becomes distant, not out of pettiness, but out of survival. Because a woman who has been hurt enough times will stop giving you the privilege of her presence. And here is the thing about that kind of detachment; once she pulls back, it is almost impossible to get her back. Because once she stops seeing you as her safe place, once the trust is broken, once her mind catches up to what her heart tried to ignore, she will never love you the same way again. You thought she would always be there. You thought wrong. A woman who loved you deeply will grieve you in silence. She will miss you in private. She will cry a few tears behind closed doors. But when she is done, she is done. She will choose her peace over the chaos of wondering if she is enough. She will choose her healing over the hurt you kept causing. She will choose herself and once she does, you will only be a memory of what could have been. Never mistake a woman's loyalty for her weakness. Because once she feels like loving you is betraying herself, she will love you from a distance and never come back.

[w. @doublegee___]

i get so embarrassed for no reason after posting on social media, like why am i showing my life

[𝑺𝒕✩𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 | CELEBRITY ASTROLOGER @yungkalez]

men are not stupid in the way women like to think they are, they’re very observant + calculated and can sniff out your insecurities + naiveté because most of us tell ourselves whether it be through the things we post, the style we wear, the opinions we share, the values we have

[ntrvp @ntrvp6]

i speak for everyone when i say we're yes WE are ALL gonna be singing the Christmas version of gnarly I wrote this December

[Jenni @hashjenni]

Parents: "back in our days we didn't go to therapy"

Me, fighting the urge to say "It shows"