Obsessed with the characters who stay light hearted and joyous but who have stolen it from the darkness. There is blood under their fingernails — there is pain under their eyes — there is hurt in their timeline and they have felt every blow. But they have refused to let it take their joy, their sun, their kindness, their heart. This. This is mine. This is the thing no one gets to touch. The people who are unbeatable simply because they will always look up from the ground with blood on their lip and a light in their eyes. And nothing can ever cut out the light in their chest. Nothing can touch their rebellious, boundless belief that the universe has a sense of humor. I stay silly, I stay open, I stay alive and alive and I lived when the whole world said otherwise. the dandelion in the pavement. The vine on the wall. I lived and I loved the inherent brokenness of a once whole thing and it was me, I was the thing that is whole no longer. I gave flowers to the darkness. I gave my soul to the light.
Listen to your favorite song from when you were fourteen. Are you the person you’d dreamed you’d become when you loved that song? Not the profession. Not the fantasy. The human being.
I hope so.
If not, it’s not too late.
I’m still working on it.
The wheel in the sky keeps on turning.
i mean this completely seriously but… a cup of coffee can save your life a little, a shower can save your life a little, making your favorite meal can save your life a little…….little things actually add up to really big things in the long run if you let them, the secret to surviving everyday is infusing a little bit of magic into the mundane i truly believe that
It’s because you’re always on that damn journey of self-discovery.
You tell a lot of people you love them..
That’s the point of living, dummy.
Idk about this one boys, Cookie Monster always refers to Cookie Monster's self as "Cookie Monster".
no he doesn’t. he refers to himself as “me.” elmo’s the one that talks in third person. that’s the joke. elmo doesn’t use pronouns and cookie monster is blue. how dare you assume i made this post and didnt know my fucking sesame street history. christ
the things your partner is self conscious about are things that need attention and love
let me say that again
the things your partner is self conscious about. are the very things. that need love and attention.
there is not a single thing about me that i am self conscious about that has been well loved, touched, cherished by someone who loved me. they are all things that either are hidden or ignored or overlooked or chastised.
sometimes i think we all think that the things someone is self conscious about should be ignored. should be erased. hidden. we should pretend, for their sake, that we do not see. but the truth is…the parts of us that are hurt require tender care to heal. our culture’s passive approach to healing is a whole other, larger topic, but remember that healing requires care. intention. attention.
this is not to say this does not require some skill. some balance. re-read the first sentence again. it is not that those things are the ONLY things that need love and attention. or even the things that need the most attention. it’s hard, to live with a spotlight on things you’re self-conscious about, it’s true. so no spotlights, just some attention and affection from someone you trust. no need to over treat a wound, only to check it daily, wrap it in fresh bandages, let it get some fresh air. encourage its healing and, most importantly, treat it tenderly while it hurts. until the hurt goes away.
my partner recently has started referring to the parts of my body and brain that i dislike as their “friend”. as in “that’s my friend”. and it’s logical outgrowth “that’s my friend, don’t be mean to them. you wouldn’t be mean to my friends would you?” they have taken up the stance of befriending the parts of me i have a hard time loving. they don’t make an effort to convince me to love those things. just to respect that they do. which of course…who doesn’t look more fondly on things someone they love loves? (my partner, i am finding, is really good at loving people. and even better at loving people in a way that helps those people see themselves, love themselves a little more. i am sometimes in awe of this superpower).
this can be hard to do for yourself. to befriend the parts of you that you dislike. but you know what’s not hard? doing it for someone else. and if we all help each other out, just a little bit, befriending and being tender with our little ignored, hidden, hurt parts well…..then maybe we can change the world, a little. at least the small corner of it we’re all living in together.
stay strong. stay soft.
When the unflappable character sees someone they care about in danger and the mask slips, it's great.
But when the unflappable character sees someone they care about in danger, and the mask DOESN'T slip.
Because they understand they need to be calm and unflappable now more than ever; if it protects them, it will certainly protect the person they care about. So their voice doesn't waver, their hands don't shake. They don't panic. From the outside looking in, they're as calm as could be. They handle it.
But after it's over-when the person they care about is safe, and the unflappable character is alone-they completely shatter. Gasping breaths, sobs, barely holding it together because someone they love almost DIED, and it was far, far too close for comfort.
(Optional: Character that they care about finds them in this state and comforts them.)
in a parasocial relationship with the sea
she is all uncaring mouth but i'm giggling and twirling my hair over being swallowed whole
fanfiction is like. here's a piece of my soul! here's the parts of me i didn't know what else to do with! i wrapped them up in something i love in an attempt to understand my own feelings and morals and maybe the whole world. hope you like it.
I do think the majority of us should strangle the shame that lives inside of us like wringing water from the rag until we are soft and dry and weightless
atrophy
finally sports journalists are asking the truly important questions...