Yellow Chrysanthemums As A Sign Of Neglected Love Or A Heart Left To Desolation

Contemplating myself

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I’ve been wanting to repost this series for so long and leave a comment along with it but for the longest time I didn’t know what words to use so imma just go with the flow

This series is incredible. There is so many words to describe how good this is but then this post would just be too long. But seriously, my god is this so good. The angst, the slow burn, the soul crushing… perfection.

Having a bad day? Garden of Secrets.

Having a good day? Garden of Secrets.

Feeling sad? Garden of Secrets.

Feeling happy? Garden of Secrets.

Feeling tired? Garden of Secrets.

Feeling that seasonal depression? Garden of Secrets.

Feeling like I need to escape this world? Garden of Secrets.

I always come back to this series no matter what. The only complaint I have is that I wish it could go on forever so I could etch it into my soul, but I won’t ask that of Dee after she created gods work. I wish I could always go back in time just to reread it and feel all the emotions for the first time.

My mind is coming to a blank from all I want to say but can’t formulate or express, so before I go on another long rant, I want to see thank you Dee and all other writers too. Writing can be difficult and I have read multiple times of you guys losing that motivation, being confronted with writers block, but just know that we are all thankful. I am very thankful for all the late nights I can lay in bed and just simply continue to read different works, and I wouldn’t have that if it weren’t for you.

Garden of Secrets - Masterlist

Summary: Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Tropes: Opposites attract, hidden heart of gold, sarcastic pessimist meets sunshine optimist, courtship, Regency era.

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"Absolutely bizarre. The media is complicit. I'm seeing less and less about Gaza in my feed - it's flooded with Met Gala content." from Rosy Pirani, 06/May/2024:

So, last night, I was getting ready to go out with my boyfriend to a dance at my school (which was cancelled due to lack of ticket sales) and, I had a nice black vest and a nice white shirt, and my uncle had just came home the other day from the mine (my uncle is homophobic and he has abused me many times throughout my child hood) and when I had came out of my room to show my memere how nice I looked, my uncle was in the room that i thought my grandma/memere would be in (she was downstairs doing laundry), and he asked me why I wasnt wearing a dress. my memere and dad both know that I am transgendered and they respect that, however, my uncle does not, and he did not know. so I decided to sit down and tell him the truth. he listened carefully and quietlly through all of it, but at the end of my explanation he had said, “I didn’t raise you to be fucked up.” I agreed, I am a huge mess, I have been for years, but my sexuality and gender identity is not a fuck up, so I argued with him. he got to a point where, after so many months of piece, he slapped me. and threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, of course I had puked, and it hurt, a lot. he grabbed me by the shirt and asked me, “are you a girl”, I said no, my sex is female, but my gender is male..and he dragged me to his room. he once had a big dog, and he made that dog wear an eletrical dog collar, and weve always kept it in his room, because we dont need it (my uncle killed the dog), he threw me onto the bed and said,” ill ask you one more time, are you a girl” I said no. held grabbed my wrist, and held onto it tightly, I have a bruise from how tight he was grabbing it, and he pulled out the dog collar, threw me back onto the bed, sat on me, and put the collar on me… then he began yelling, are you a girl, you are a girl, are you a girl, you are a girl, and my response of course was no, no, no, I am male, I am male. whenever I said that, he would shock me, and it was /hell/. I was screaming, which only caused the shocks to get worse and worse, and then he said, “do you want to find out how faggots have sex!?” of course I already know this, but still I said no no no no stop stop stop. my memere had finally heard me and came rushing to the bedroom, and tried to make my uncle stop, but he pushed her down, and thanked god she was okay.. since shes very fragile and all. she then ran back to the stairs to call up my dad, and oh boy did he run. he ran up stairs and shoved my uncle away from me and started fighting with him, yelling, punching, kicking, and such so on. my memere got the collar off of me and brought me into her room, and after my dad and uncle were done fighting, my uncle had grabbed the things he needed and left, shouting a few insults at us. we called the police today, but they cant find him. we dont have money for a lawyer,  all we have is a counsellor, im not going to ask for money, all I ask for is support. I dont know what this will do, but please spread this around,  this has affected me and family members greatly. I was taken to a hospital today to check if there was any damage on my insides that we dont know of and thankfully there was no damage, just scarring, emotionally and physically. i had a horrifying nightmare relating to this as well. If you have abused somebody, raped somebody, insulted somebody, in any way possible, I hope this can somehow change your way of heart, and realize how much this can horrify a person, and ruin their lives. it made my life 97x worse than it already is.