I saw Eyes set to kill back in 2011 and they were the headliner and I was a huge fan of them. For some apparent reason, the concert moved up from 7pm to 5pm, which wasn’t an issue since I was already downtown and went right after work. As expected though the crowd was fairly thin, about 30-40 people if that. Anyways, an opener (Our Heroic Downfall) played their hearts out and had so much energy that I became an instant fan, ESTK just went through the motions, lackluster and post show during the meet and greet the sisters from estk were just so standoffish and barely said a word to fans. I said fck it, I dropped $200 in OHD merch and they were so grateful and we had a great conversation and I wished them the best. It’s sad they are no longer a band and I still can’t listen to ESTK anymore after that experience.
A woman singing it, really soft with acoustic guitar. I’ve googled the lyrics but nothing came up? This is gonna drive me insane haha
Sorry if this gets long.
My girlfriend and I have been together for 5 years - it's the longest relationship I've ever been in, and I would consider it my first real relationship. We've been domestic and lived together for almost that entire time, have a dog, and maintain good relationships with her parents and siblings. She has a good job that supports a lot of our expenses, while I am in grad school with good prospects coming, covering half. I would not hesitate to say that we are best friends and loving partners, and support each other very well in our respective pursuits as they are now.
That being said, the past year has been extremely tough and we're only just getting over it. While the pandemic started out fine, and we seemed to seamlessly settle into a supportive domestic arrangement while we both continued our work/school remotely, but things started to break down last fall. Because her work had started to become stressful and require a lot of overtime, and my schedule was more flexible, I happily took on a greater share of the housework. I became responsible for grocery shopping, cooking, and most of the chores as she endures long days in front of the computer. Now, I consider myself a home cook and the kitchen is my domain, and I like doing a lot of these things, so if I get any misogynists in the replies, y'all will be promptly shot down. But that my share was heavy was starting to weigh on me, especially during stressful midterm and finals periods. One day after I'd been stressed out for a week, she sent me an article about the hidden mental load of spouses, usually women, who are always thinking about everything that needs to be done in relation to the home. And I think "wow, she really sees me and understands how I'm feeling, I love her so much." But when we talk about it, she makes it clear that it is her that is bearing the brunt of the mental load and that she needs me to help her manage it. All the while I'm running around trying to keep the house in order while the world seems like it's falling apart.
So that's fine, we get through that argument, but it depreciates from there. She doesn't think I am making enough of an effort to be romantic and plan things like dinners or special nights while I'm cooking almost every meal. When we go home to our respective families for the holidays (quarantining from each other with planned testing and visits), she makes me promise that at least once a month we have one date night, and I think this i
... keep reading on reddit ➡The person who I've dated for 7 years never truly loved me. They made a whole ass persona and I fell for it. They hated me, slurred me and told lies about me to everyone they knew behind my back that they could trust that wouldn't tell anyone who would tell me. The person that I thought I could trust my entire world with, hated me the entire time, and instead of being honest about it, they just blocked me overnight without telling me why, taking the shared accounts we made into their name, and after I tried to reach out about it, it was their friend who told me off.
Instead of actually just telling me the truth, they lied about loving me, lied about everything I've done, labelling me as an abusive, harassing stalker who would only get worse and worse. And instead of telling me that I did a few things that they found weird or creepy (it's the fact that I'm a Bi dude who's open about that and how some of my game tastes are) they go behind my back to slur and hate on me. I've never been so angry, and I just, wanna break something. But it's midnight and I have people sleeping, as well as nothing to break, so the only thing I have is rants.
I’m a heterosexual, 21 year old college student. I lift weights and am a Brazilian jiu-jitsu blue belt. My parents tell me guys “don’t like girls who are stronger than them”. It doesn’t help that my hair is brown, and I have a pixie cut, and society tells me guys only like girls with long, blonde hair. I hate my hair long because I don’t think it suits me, but I hate my hair short because people assume I’m a lesbian. I don’t get asked out often, but I think I have been asked out equally by men and women. It doesn’t bother me, but I’m afraid guys don’t approach because of everything mentioned above. I tell myself one day I’ll find a man who loves me for who I am and will be supportive, but other days I believe what everyone has ever told me. Do I change everything about myself and be miserable just to try to find love or do I unapologetically be myself and be miserable because I’m unloved?
Update, tried Taro flavor and I give it a 8/10. Actually decent
This gut buried quickly so I've decided to bring it back and open it up to others.
I have 5 black and white Elvis cards (young Elvis).
[Imgur](https://i.imgur.com/Hdbm2xd.jpg)
[Imgur](https://i.imgur.com/qiGr2MC.jpg)
[Imgur](https://i.imgur.com/u6fusP7.jpg)
The cards are blank on the inside. I will include one of my favorite Elvis lyrics but could also send it blank (in another envelope) so you could give it to someone yourself. Just request one here and PM me your address with your preference for blank or with lyrics.
My ex-pwBPD would near daily tell me how I was the greatest person she ever met, how she’s so thankful I came into her life, that she wanted to spend a life together, would frequently cry when having an irrational fear of losing me, etc. If I felt that way about a person, I would work very hard to make the relationship work, I would quickly heal any arguments, I would do my best to avoid breaking up, etc. But her actions frequently were the opposite, and she was always so quick to break up and write the relationship off forever. Sure, she’d come hoovering back, after the damage was well done, but I think after this last fight she won’t come crawling back.
What I realize though is they just need someone, not necessarily us, and as soon as they’ve decided to paint us black, all that ‘love’ they felt is likely gone, and they’ll just find the next target. We might miss them and the love we had, but they seem able to turn it off and quickly move onto the next person. So I think, they never truly loved us, not in the way we loved them.
Maybe this is a cynical view, but all the stories I hear and books I read seem to support that idea.
Pretty much title, dont know much Elvis but id like to listen to some in memory.
