#Innerpersonal

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[bethanysnow]

Okay!!! Yall its time for Beth thoughts of the hour everyone get a snack or a drink and let me ramble for a moment. Yes I took many philosophy classes in college.

@moonlightndaydreams @hyunsvngs @queen-in-the-shadows

I think I figured it out. I only came across or had this realization of all things to reading a Pornstar! Chan x reader? Idk where it is or I'd tag the person who wrote it to thank them. But they wrote a scene where the girl was not just like giving that chan head...it was the description of him. Of the feelings associated with what they were doing.

To look at someone in their wholeness, to see it all, from the us that walks out of the house to do errands and work, to the innermost self that is scared, and vulnerable and was there at the beginning of the lies we tell ourselves. Was there at the beginning of when the outside world built us the walls and cages we trip over now. That scared small person still lives in there somewhere and in situations like sex and intimacy it bubbles up as far down as we shove it. It lives in the eyes of the 'are you sure' and 'Is this okay'. As if to love is to not jump in and save them, but to acclimate and swim over and ask if they want company.

That is why I think Stray Kids, not only works, but thrives, for they want to exist in the paradox that is innerpersonal self, and exterior self. Thats why I love Chan so much? I think? I think in the interest of survival there was built a stronghold that had only a few doors. Or at least I don't think he knows where those doors are anymore? But to the outside person its obvious. Like in Labyrinth where Sara says there is no door its just a wall, but she walks forward to see there is a opening to get to the goblin city. We as people are so microscope lens, inner person, get through the day, we often forget just how magnificent the other side of the coin can be, as if its not the same coin, forget how life and things can be.

I have walked through hallowed ground, heard bells in cathedrals, stormed castles, felt on my hands and knees stones that have been road cobble since before plato, there is ocean trenches of inner personal brouhaha that one person alone has. Just a normal person. Even the boring people have this.

So to even have the smallest .00000000000000001% of that wide galaxy that is Christopher Bang. I am grateful. He is soft and comfort like sleep overs, like hot coffee in the morning, like fuzzy socks, like jokes you only know about that make you laugh.

But I don't think there is a thing on this planet that could sway me from the desire to reach inside that boys mind and pick out the worms and decay that has grown in there. For I look at him and I see the darkness there. I think you'd be blind not to notice, but I also see the light. I see how he has balanced the scales. Even in that smallest percentage its like trying to measure the sun by its reflection on the moon. Or counting the stars before knowing they rotate based on the position of the earth.

Stray kids the members themselves are the most human people I have seen in their position. There is gloss and sheen and hiding the dark icky things away, but you cannot hide behind stage lights the deepness one has inside. And so I like the fic, would be so enamored and transfixed to devote lifetimes to see the wholeness of those men. The true wholeness of one's entirety.

[error-silence]

I got new milk now but this still affected me on an innerpersonal way

All I wanted was a cup of milk for my cookies

It’s been a long day

I’m tired

My day is ruined

[energetic-kai-blog]

They say not to share every thought that’s inside to people, that everyone doesn’t need to know everything and to not exploit your whole life on social media. What if it’s the new way of pursuing life, what if that is the way I choose an outlet? I understand that it’s good to keep things within so they have time to fester and develop and the creative thought has time to come alive within. Theres many different sides and view points and that is exactly why I choose to do what fits me, others may not like it. With interpersonal abilities you can never go wrong. With the inside awareness and the outside awareness of others and the world around, that alone can hit the right spot and the right time. Trust and Believe.

[pattch]

Is not normal that when I see a post saying something like: "X fandom is so good 'cuz they're all balblabla" the first thing that comes to my mind is:

Oi, so it’s cool, uh? Do you want me to ruin it?

And then is like:

0.0, okay You should relax a bit

[holisticspiritualguide]

#outwardappearance #innerperson #holisticspiritualguide (at Orlando, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Gg0hfAQcm/?igshid=bqobb9p5g6se

[knitting-noodle]

I'll continue reblogging every time I find something interesting.

"I'm fluent at cooking pancakes... but my cupcakes are sometimes so ugly and my cakes are like a bomb."

"My favorite thing is innerperson."

"For me France is friendly, frippery, fabulous, fantastic country."

"My favorite thing at camp was jumping off a swing... only downside is after you touch ground your leg will be hurt a little bit."

"When I was in city I couldn't go out often because going out was such an annoying thing to do."

"I scored 4 goal against our rival team... This is just show people who is boss."

"If these fields are not in this camp it will be so boring and stupid."

"And he doesn't have an eyelid. I don't know why I'm crushing on him."

"I make good history at this camp."

"The movie that we were watching was horror movie. By the way it wasn't horror."

"We always become ninja at night while teachers sleeping."

"After that day you know I was her boyfriend. Like love thing."

"First time we meet I don't like he. But this comment was changed."

"These is my why am I 'I'd crushed he'. I like he. But I think I love he."

Things My Mongolian Students Wrote:

"I need to be more spiteful in the face of failure."

"My team's advantage: Pretty well. Nice."

"We were not that bad, but not that good."

"We were speaking like a rat. That's all."

[luigicappel]

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Leo Cappel Life and Works | Facebook https://t.co/VdqIJPmnC0 What do you see? What story does it tell you? Is art just an interesting piece, or can it help you find or lose yourself? #art #sculpture #form #woman #innerperson #mother #daughter #storytelling https://t.co/5ebBB0cJXH

— Luigi Cappel (@BluesBro) Jan 19, 2022

[thelasthundredmiles]

July 20th, 1971

Sunday Evening, Dupont Circle

It’s summer, Larry.

It’s the middle of the summer-- you’re twenty years old.

And scared half-crazy of getting older.

You’re sitting in a park-- just at the beginning of a long, cool stretched summer evening.

How are you, buddy?

What are you up to now, Lar?

I am being tossed and thrashed across the mindless waves of the summer’s madness. 

I am twenty years old, unloved, and a virgin.

Life. I find

painful

and sad

and beautiful 

and I often wish I were dead.

We are instructed, I have been told, in pain and contradiction-- not by revelation.

My instruction should be complete. 

Life is a kaleidoscope of excitement, discovery, and experience.

and confusion

uncertainty

loneliness

I cannot allow these to defeat me.

I must fight the good fight to be great

and free

and honest

and saved.

Sometimes I long so intently for the security of Maya.

and cry out in my fear that even that which I value as not being Maya, but that which I trust as real, may indeed turn out finally to be Maya.

“It loved to happen...” -Marcus Aurelius

I, too, shall love to happen!

and shall value reality and experience as rewarding in and of themselves. I shall be daring and brave and courageous and happy.

Can I not see that there can be no other happiness for me? Have I not always been this way?

I feel as though I am being pressured to make a decision in my life. The issue is whether I have the basic guts to get over my impulses toward herd instinct-- and all the security and contentment that a social position of mediocrity can bring.

No!

No!

I am not that person--

I cannot live that lie--

I must break out in this incarnation and live, experience, be--

Survival, and as graciously, as possible is not my rap.

My rap is survival!

and greatness!

not one without the other!

There can be no other way.

Editor’s Note: The reader, at this point, will be rather interested, perhaps, to note the obvious mental transition that has taken place since the particular neurotic in question began writing.

The handwriting does a complete revolution from straight slant-- indicating uptight inferiority and a definite down trip-- to the elegant looping and flamboyant style of this type-- with a strong unbroken slant to the right-- which indicates a definite ego-trip and a euphoric up attitude. 

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So much for the results of intensive inner-personal analysis.

If nothing happens with this cruise number beside me [who just this second walked away] I suppose I shall go home and study, like a good star--

Of course I may stay long enough to have one cigarette and check things out! 

[oooweee honey, you sho’ are coooool]

[gardener-music]

I NEED to refuse these influences in life that cause self indulgence and maximalist behavior,

Though my dreams as an artist and an individual require me to work with these aspects of reality.

I’m in a perpetual world of tugawar with my innerpersonal needs and my life goals

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National Partnership to End Innerpersonal Violence