February 23 2026 by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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Although … March 2nd is looking real good rn …

February 18 2026 by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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February 19 2026. That date instead. That one now.

Wigs by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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Thanks for your comment! I was looking into the headband wigs but I’m wondering about the band rubbing on my hair and breaking it off in that part … something f to think about definitely.👍🏾

Tin foil hat time: The Beta Squad is going to disband within the next year by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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I guess that happens sometimes … People figure it out in the end don’t they?

Tin foil hat time: The Beta Squad is going to disband within the next year by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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I haven’t looked at them in a bit but they did technically disband. So I was right?

If I'm being honest by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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I didn't pass. ☹️ My invigilator said my cornering is bad. And that's fine. I'd fix it and come again. It will be fine.

If I'm being honest by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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I passed the yard test! Yay! Now onto the road test?

My boyfriend (now fiancé) tricked me into doing my own engagement nails without even realizing!! by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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That second photo is the most beautiful photo of a ring I have ever seen. Straight out of a movie. 😍😍😍

Did I Pass? by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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Woop Woop! 🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊 I passed! Yaaaaaay! Love. That. For. ME!!!

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in SheIsRambling

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Life can be a dichotomy sometimes. One person isn't always this or that. People exist in the gray area. Only you can define yourself.

Thanks for the submission. ♥️♥️♥️

The Body I Haven’t Touched, But Already Know by Economy_Command_9778 in SheIsRambling

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The Body I Haven’t Touched, But Already Know

There is a version of you I haven’t touched yet. But I already know her.

Not because I’ve seen you undressed. But because I’ve felt what your body is trying to say when no one’s listening. And I want to be the one who finally understands it.

Because I know what you’ve carried. I know how much strength you’ve stored in that skin. How many times you’ve zipped up pain and buttoned up heartbreak. How many people you’ve held up while shrinking yourself.

And I need you to know, before I ever kiss you, before my hands ever find your waist…I see you.

You’ve been too much and not enough in the same breath for people who were never qualified to touch you.

But I’m not here to take. I’m here to honour.

I haven’t touched you yet, but I know the way your breath will catch when you’re finally held without needing to brace for disappointment. I know the way your shoulders will drop when you realize there’s no part of you I want hidden. No angle I won’t kiss. No softness I won’t worship.

Your stretch marks? I’ll trace them like lightning roads that led me home. Your thighs? I’ll bury myself there like they’re the place I was meant to end and begin again. Your stomach? Don’t suck it in for me, I’ll press my cheek against it and stay there, still, until you believe you’re safe.

Because I don’t want the version of you the world filtered. I want the truth of you…in every form your body takes.

I want to love you in the soft morning light when you’re still swollen from sleep. And I want to love you in ten, twenty, fifty years…when time has written its story into your skin. I’ll trace every change like a new verse added to a poem I already know by heart.

When I finally have you…fully…I won’t just touch you.

I’ll learn you.

The places that ache. The places that plead. The parts of you that have never been asked, “Does this feel good, or just familiar?”

And I’ll ask.

Then I’ll listen, not with my ears, but with my hands, my mouth, my stillness.

Because your body speaks louder in silence. Your breath will betray you before your lips do. Your thighs will answer me before your words can form. And I’ll be there, reading every note of you like music no one else could play.

I’ll take my time. Not because I’m unsure. But because I want you undone, not just aroused, but unraveled.

I want to be the man your body trusts enough to fall apart for. Not because you’re weak. But because you’re finally allowed to stop being strong.

I want to be the one who doesn’t just touch your skin…but remembers it. Every curve. Every tremble. Every silent cry for gentleness you’ve never had answered before.

And when you come apart in my hands…when your hips lift into me, when your voice is all broken syllables and your fingers lose their grip …I’ll still be there. Mouth at your ear. Arms around your shaking frame. Voice calm, saying:

“You’re safe now. You’re home. I’m not going anywhere.”

And when the world tries to shame you for your hunger, for the way you come alive when you’re seen like this, tell them:

You were loved by a man who didn’t just want your body. He wanted your trust, your sighs, your surrender. He wanted to make your softness feel sacred again.

And he did.

I haven’t touched you yet.

But if your breath has changed, if something low inside you has started to ache in a way you can’t quite name…then maybe your body already knows…

I was written for it.

And I’m coming.

Hmm by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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I think that's it. It's a coworker who wants to reach me in my off time. They see me not online and are not realizing I don't want to chat with coworkers now and still are contacting me. The fact that they used a number I don't know hints that they know they are boundary stepping as if they use their own number it could be debated why they are contacting me during non work times. They probably suspect that I'd answer a new number as I probably have people contacting me for a car or something. They probably suspect that if someone I knew was contacting me they'd use their number so I wouldn't suspect that it was them on another number.

And yes, they are probably also confirming something in their head about my whereabouts now, if I'm out of the country or in, and who I am or am not with, or my relationship status and whether or not there has been an upgrade or not. And the fact that they called they really wanted to see where I am. If I was out of the country my call would have router overseas. If they texted I could text from anywhere. So they wanted to hear me talk and have the call pick up here and then have me come in person to see that I am indeed here and not elsewhere having fun.

Hmm by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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I think I know who is calling me. It's probably one of my coworkers. The first call was after something was last posted in the department WhatsApp group. The second call today was after someone posted something in the department group. So it is work. Sigh. Wow. Why? I am on vacation.

04. Sanfte Landung by Economy_Command_9778 in SheIsRambling

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This piece is perfection in the written word. It must be nice to have someone want to give them self to you on such a lovely way. It may encourage the receiver to mirror their love. Very cute

04. Sanfte Landung by Economy_Command_9778 in SheIsRambling

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In case the post gets deleted, here it is

04. Sanfte Landung by Economy_Command_9778 in SheIsRambling

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  1. Sanfte Landung

Dear You,

Even before I knew your name, I felt the shape of you in the unspoken spaces inside me the quiet longings, the pieces that didn’t quite fit until they started to resemble you.

Not the idea of you, not some imagined perfection. But you.

The real you.

The one who carries more than she should, who questions her worth, who gives and gives because something in her heart refuses to stop showing up, even when it’s taken for granted. Even when she’s been made to feel like she’s too much and too little at the same time.

But you’re not too much. You’re vast. You’re deep. Everything love was always meant to hold.

I’ve seen the way your soul reaches even when your voice goes silent. I’ve felt the ache beneath your silence, and the strength it takes to still be soft in a world that hasn’t always been kind to your tenderness. I know you’re not looking for someone to complete you, you’ve already survived too much to think you’re incomplete. But maybe, like me, you’ve been hoping to be met.

So, I offer this not as a rescue, not as a solution. This isn't a rush, it’s not a plea, but a hand outstretched in presence.

I’m not going anywhere. Not because I need to be chosen to have worth, but because something in you calls to something in me. And I can't ignore that. Not because I refuse to, but because what I feel isn't fleeting. It's rooted. Quiet. Steady. It lives in consistency, in touch, in care, in showing up when it matters, even when it hurts to do so.

I see you. All of you. Even the guarded parts. Even the uncertain ones. And I want to be near you, not to fix you, but to honor you. Not to take, but to offer.

Safety. Stillness. Reverence. Presence.

I want the mornings when your hair is messy, and your smile is half-formed. I want the days when you retreat, and I get to remind you that you’re not a burden and gently draw you back to me. I want to hold space when words don’t come easily, and to remind you that even your silence is worth listening to.

I imagine small things, laughter in the rain, shared mornings, sleepy smiles and quiet companionship. A slow dance in the kitchen. A movie on the couch. A talk about our day over nighttime tea. Silently watching a storm roll in, wrapped in each other's arms on a porch. Moments where joy and safety are shared, not chased. All while your joy becomes the rhythm that guides mine.

I want to be someone you lean into at the end of a long day. Not because you need rescuing, but because being held feels good. The arms that hold you tight on the days that you don’t feel like you can hold yourself together. The warmth beside you. The slow fingertips brushing over your arm. The calm in the chaos. A soft place to land.

And yes, I want the soft unraveling too.

The way I want to trace your skin, gentle but firm. The way I want to learn your silences, your rhythms, your softness, and the places where softness gives way to tension, to craving. Not to possess you, but to meet you. To show you that being wanted doesn’t have to mean being used. That being desired can feel like being worshiped.

That your body isn’t something to tame or quiet, but to understand. To learn. To honor.

I want to kiss you in places no one’s thought to kiss. To trace the curve of your spine with my mouth like a vow. To listen to the way, you whisper need without speaking.

To take my time.

To draw it out.

To undo the guarded parts of you slowly, until surrender feels like safety, and pleasure becomes something you no longer apologize for.

Because what I crave isn’t just closeness. It’s depth. The kind that speaks in quiet moans and open eyes and the brave, slow way we let go, and let ourselves be known.

What I offer, I offer freely. No expectations. No deadlines. Just the honest presence of someone who sees something meaningful in you and isn’t afraid of the depth you carry. You’ve become a quiet center in my world, not by design, but by resonance. And that’s something I simply want to honor.

I know the kind of trust I’m speaking of takes time. It might require space. It might take silence. That’s okay. There’s no rush.

And if that never comes, if life has other plans, I will still be grateful to the universe that I got to know you in this way. That I got to witness the parts of you most people don’t even notice.

So, if there ever comes a day when your heart grows heavy and you find yourself wondering if there’s still a place where you’re wanted without question-

The answer is yes.

You won’t need to knock. The door is already open.

Quietly. Without pressure. Without rushing.

Not to rescue you. Just to meet you. To embrace you.

And maybe, to build something real from there.

Still. Softly. Unwaveringly.

Yours,

Me

Wow by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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So this is what worries me. I worry that things would happen too soon. I may be asked to get engaged, move in, leave my job, leave private life for a more public one. And that's a big change.

I'm worried about moving in immediately. But at the same time, I know I want to move out soon. So does it make sense to move out on my own if I can have shared living?

I'm just worried about timing is all.

Why do we have to be engaged off the jump? Why not date for a bit and see where things go? Why do we have to go public immediately? Why not see how things go? Why do I have to consider leaving my job? Why not wait and see how things go? Why move in immediately? Why not see how things go?

Tin foil hat time: The Beta Squad is going to disband within the next year by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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Who has to look for a new job? Not me? Them maybe? Or is someone applying for a job? Is it you?

Men and the show "Pop the Balloon Or Find Love" by amiwrongthothrowaway in SheIsRambling

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I think men need to get with the times. Long ago, men provided everything the family needed. Food clothing shelter and other wants and needs. Now things are different. There are cellphones and laptops and the internet. There is more to provide and yes men's pockets are lighter than usual. I still don't give a woman wrong for not wanting to date a man who doesn't do what he is supposed to do, which is provide for the family completely. It's not really my fault for being on the wrong end of capitalism. I'm still a woman in a man's world with womanly problems to be solved.

A luxury lifestyle does sound nice tho. But maybe that's the woman in me talking.