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[devi @gutsbian]

there’s a very specific brand of olivia rodrigo heartbreak that centers on the humiliation of staying too long with someone who wouldn’t fight for you… that agonizing combination of deeply resenting them while simultaneously mourning the lost time

[Taylor Rivera @ms_taymarr]

Remember how safe you no longer feel with them after being the least considered in moments where you were the most vulnerable and they left you to soak alone.

[☭ @marxpalestine]

from drop dead to the cure. olivia understood her assignment. making music for girls who love deeply & feel everything intensely that there will always be something wrong within them, unable to find balance. depression makes nothing ever feel enough, specially not yourself.

[ִֶָ @gutsyavenue]

and people still think its a diss at L when she’s said again and again that she wants to talk about how love doesn’t fix you and isn’t the cure to everything 😭 you could have the best partner in the world and still not love yourself or have your problems fixed

[rabbito marchito 🥀 mcr 🇵🇪 @cemetery_dr]

lo de "dicen que es una virtud no dejar escapar un buen amor" lo he sentido TAN PERSONAL like cuando terminé con mi ex sentía que todo el mundo pensaba que estaba cometiendo un error like hasta sentía que MI MAMÁ se ponía de su lado cuando me veía triste

[bruna hime • Tarot @himebruna]

a olívia rodrigo cantando que não importa ter um namorado que faz as coisas por você se você tem que implorar e mandar ele fazer tais coisas .

[Variety @Variety]

Michael B. Jordan poses with his new #Oscar at the Vanity Fair party

[best of michael b. jordan. @bjordanfiles]

michael b. jordan.
that’s it.

[Penelope_Eckhart @BruceWayne9851]

This is so mental-health coded because no person can truly empathize and understand another persons cognitive behavior and processing of grief as much as yourself. It took a small but meaningful gesture from a Wanda in another universe to deescalate the actual Wanda's suffering.

[Film Updates @FilmUpdates]

Michael B. Jordan is officially an #Oscar nominated actor.

[blue @bluewmist]

i believe in re-reading and re-watching your favourite books & movies at different stages of your life.the plot never changes, but your perspective does.

[positivity moon @arrtnem]

You know what nobody wants to admit?

Most breakups don’t happen too early. They happen about a year too late.

You sit across from someone at 21:37 in some dim restaurant or on the edge of a bed you’ve already cried in, and both of you know. Not in the dramatic way. In the quiet way where your laughs land half a second late and your eyes drift to your phones too often. The conversation has that hollow echo. You’re doing an imitation of what you used to be.

Signs showed up months ago.

The way “text me when you get home” turned into “ok” with no follow up. The way fights started looping instead of resolving. The way you stopped planning far ahead because neither of you wanted to say out loud that you don’t see a shared “later” anymore. The way evenings together started feeling like obligation, not a place to rest.

You felt it.

You felt it brushing your teeth, staring at a mirror, knowing you’d rather scroll another thirty minutes alone in the bathroom than go back to the person waiting in the other room. You felt it laying next to them with their hand on your waist, your body pretending to relax while your brain whispered, this is not working anymore.

Still you stayed.

You stayed because the rent is shared. Because families already know each other. Because your names are glued together in people’s heads. Because you’ve collected photos and memories and stupid inside jokes. Because starting over sounds exhausting. Because you have history and history feels like proof you shouldn’t leave.

Nobody wants to be the one who “gave up.”

So you drag it. You drag it through birthdays and holidays and half-hearted anniversaries. You drag it through conversations you both know are lies. “We’ll work on it.” “We’ll do better.” “It’s just a rough patch.”

Time keeps burning.

On paper you’re still together. In reality you’re two people quietly waiting for the other to say what you’re both thinking.

There’s this evening that exists in almost every dead relationship.

The one where you’re both on opposite ends of the couch, blue light on your faces, different feeds, same silence. A part of you looks over at them and imagines them five years from now. Same dynamic. Same arguments. Same dull ache in your chest. Same sinking feeling when their name pops up on your phone.

That’s the moment the sentence shows up in your head:

You either break up, or you waste each other’s time.

Not a quote. Not advice. A verdict.

Because staying “for now” always leaks into staying “too long.”

You tell yourself you’re working on it while doing nothing different. You tell yourself you’re scared of hurting them, when really you’re terrified of the emptiness between relationships. You tell yourself nobody will love them like you do, when what you mean is, nobody knows how to tolerate each other’s wounds the way you’ve learned to.

There’s a cruelty in staying after you know.

You’re not just wasting your time. You’re wasting theirs. You’re occupying the space where their future person should be. You are eating their years with your indecision. You’re letting them build on a foundation you already know is cracked.

Think about the mornings.

Waking up next to someone you’re half out of love with, forcing the routine. Good morning. Kiss on the forehead. Coffee. Shared kitchen dance around each other. It looks like affection. Underneath, there’s that numbness. That frozen part of you that stopped leaning in, stopped reaching first, stopped dreaming about them.

They can feel it.

Even if they can’t name it, they feel it. The hesitation in your touch. The too-long pauses. The way your eyes go dull when they talk about certain things. The way you say “I’m just tired” and it always seems to be around them.

You’re teaching them to accept half-love as normal.

Same for you. You’re teaching yourself that it’s fine to live half-asleep. Fine to settle for “we don’t fight that much” and “it could be worse” and “at least I’m not alone.”👇✍️

[Theana @realiazed]

my idgaf era only lasts about 8 hours and then suddenly i'm in bed sobbing about everything that has ever happened to me

[project hail ryland 🚀☀️ @showgirlmaroon]

taylor didn’t write “we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon in different galaxies and “love’s never lost when perspective is earned” for you all to still be sleeping on peter

[𝒶rα˚˖𓍢ִ໋ @yslmammi]

everyone loves passionate people until they realize they express all of their emotions passionately and not just love lol.