#Life Talk

[fimbry]

Painting outside at the craft fair was horrible.

Picture this:

You put your paints down and mix a color. You paint for 10 seconds. You try to get more paint on the brush but nothing happens. The Texas sun has already dried it completely. Go mix some more paint, Idiot. Oh yeah that's dry now too. It's November.

[being-addie]

Let's talk about friendships.

Company matters. If your friends are out smoking during work, bunking classes and partying, you will either

a) break under peer pressure and follow them

b) be miserable if that isn't the lifestyle you want

I want to say I've never been in that situation, but I was. This is why I can empathize with you, and tell you that you need to leave friendships like these ASAP.

My "friends" did not respect me. Because I let them. They would talk over me, make plans without me, leave me behind at gatherings, had absolutely NO boundaries. It took me a painful experience to wake the fuck up and leave them.

In my room, I cried. I screamed. I raged about how unfair all of this was. But the issue wasn't them it was me. I was the one who didn't set the boundaries. I was the one who let them disrespect me over and over. The moment you do not stand up for yourself, it's over. Its hunting season, and people will tear you to shreds.

It took me a while to heal, but when I did end up making new, better friends, I realised the vast difference between my friend groups. When I was with my old friends, I was constantly stressed, I had incomplete assignments, I would go out all the time, and I'll be honest I was really bitchy. With my new friends, my god how things changed. New study habits, healthier choices, laughter, love.

I didn't realise how long I hadn't been myself. The people who you surround yourself with have a huge effect on you and your life. And trust me when I say if you feel the need to hide parts of yourself and fake shit to be around them, you will NEVER be happy around them. True friendship flourishes around authenticity and confidence.

Company matters. Know who your real friends are.

[maxdibert]

I have a family dinner with my terribly dysfunctional maternal family, which means yet another year of my cousin and me sitting there with looks of quiet resignation, counting down the minutes until this ordeal ends and we can go get drunk to stop thinking about how these people were legally allowed to have children under their care.

My cousin is right-wing, but I love him dearly because the trauma of being only children surrounded by mentally unstable adults is something that bonds you deeply in life. Also, he’s the only economically conservative person in the family, and I cherish him for being the black sheep who carries the taboo of not being able to mention anything about the government’s economic policies without enraging my communist uncle lol

Merry christmas everyone from Spain to the world 🙏🏻

[telugu-girl-13]

tw mentions of self harm and suicide

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the only reason im depressed but dont have self-harm or suicide thoughts is because i'm not willing to give up all the possibilities for my future. i believe that even if things aren't going well now, there is always a chance for it to change. i can feel like i've lost all hope now, but i will continue taking tiny steps towards my goal, even if each step spans over the course of a year. and even if i can't do anything now, i can wait for something definite, like the day i get to move out. healing is a long process, as i've learned, and your present state doesn't determine how you're going to feel for the rest of your life unless you do something to make it that way. otherwise, it could, but there is no way to know for certain. and miracles do exist.

[dominimoonbeam]

My partner and I have fundamental differences...

He always wants to skip the intro but the intros make me happy.

I rue the day that skip button was invented!

[doctorho]

good evening gays and girlies and gremlins of all kinds how are we doing???? i've been talking to a new guy for a few weeks and i just told him that i'm chronically ill, which is like, usually A Whole Thing and sometimes makes people run because dating a Chronically Ill Bitch can be complicated and not everyone is up for that. ANYWAY he hasn't responded yet and i'm trying not to be nervous about it because we DO NOT sit around waiting for men to text us back in this house and if he can't deal with this then i got no reason to keep talking to him

but also he seems nice ya know. though i'm not sure if i just got ghosted in which case he is probably not that nice

ANYWAY you know who would NOT stand for skipping out on dating someone because of illnesses/disabilities?? our boi viktor, who isn't a coward. he would RIOT. because he knows that disabled/chronically ill people deserve the world and if someone doesn't agree it's THEIR loss. (he might not implement this knowledge on himself but hey)

i was going to write a whole fic about this but idk, we'll see. i might start baking instead. maybe i'll do both. we'll see where the anxious energy takes us.

you know. the whole "if he doesn't want all of you then he doesn't fucking deserve you" vibe, i can see it. viktor learning that someone didn't want the reader because of some health situation, and being FURIOUS about it, like how can they not see how perfect you are, are they blind???

not being able to keep his own feelings from slipping out???

being so mad about how the reader was treated that he's, like, seething??

yeah i'd be here for that

[hoziersong]

talking with mom about working after college and she's like. yeah you'll have to learn to be tolerant towards ppl who don't know how to do their job right. girl i'm gonna DIE

[alexissara]

My Asexual Adventure

It was Ace day a little while ago and I wanted to talk about my frankly complicated relationship with my own asexuality. As a trans woman early on people really expected me to want to have sex and when I was a teen for about one year I did want to have sex. However, when I Wasn't new in a relationship and my hormones started to regulate I never wanted to have sex beyond that point. However, I have wanted to want to have sex and do want to want to to this day. I'm not sex repulsed in that I think like sex is so cute and romantic when other people are doing it or it's in art especially when it's really smutty but it doesn't rose me into desiring the act. That desire to want to have sex though made me really struggle with putting a label on it because I don't enjoy sex. My fiancé, is amazing at sex, I just don't like having sex, it feels bad and wrong and every way I've tried it sex other then writing smut has always felt way more stressful then fun.

For the longest time I identified as demisexual because that desire to desire sex, I wanted to want to have sex with my many girlfriends and my Fiancé but honestly, i'd rather cuddle and play games. I haven't had sex in years and I am glad to not be having sex and I think in the years of not having sex, I realized, even after seeing a long distance ex GF of mine while we were still dating, I wasn't lamenting the fact we couldn't have sex, I was glad we weren't spending time having sex and could be kinky maybe if we felt like it but otherwise just watch anime and cuddle or talk about things or play games or enjoy a good meal.

So now I identify as just an Asexual Lesbian. I don't like sex and I am happy about that. However, a part of me would still love it if I was allosexual and could please my partners in the way they would enjoy. Other asexual people can have sex without it being much of a thing for them but for me it's too stressful and I have so sensitive to sensations and stuff that honestly even as an act of service I don't want to do it. Like I want to want to do it, I Would love if I even liked if not loved it.

This internalized problem I have with being asexual despite being out and proud for years still happens and I think it's important to like understand that is also okay. Like for me I know it's because I have anxiety and I am a people please and the desire to do things to people really comes from a wish to make them happy and I do that in different ways. It's also a net win for polyamory, they can go have sex with as many or little people as they want, I don't care. I mean I care in so much that I want to support them and be like "Congrats on the sex" but it doesn't bother me if their having sex with other people. If your still working on finding your space in asexuality or still wonder about your identity, your still valid, you still matter and your asexual enough. There is nothing wrong with us being asexual even if we might sometimes worry there is. Let's be ourselves and do whatever the hell we want with out own bodies.

[fimbry]

I wake up at 3:45am and decide I should get some work done.

I go upstairs, I get my tablet on my lap, I set up the baby monitor knowing the baby shouldn't wake until 5 or 6am

>>>the baby telepathically realizes I'm awake and stands up fully ready for the day at 4am

Come ON why is this every time. Every time I sit down to draw!!! Strategic sabotage!!

[shezatoon]

today a patron asked a coworker why I was wearing a mask (unfortunately I’m the only one at work who does) and not even two minutes later he let out the grossest cough, went to the bathroom, sounded like he was hacking up a lung for five minutes straight, then left the bathroom smelling like cigarette smoke

like bro…you’re the reason…

[theflourishingmind]

Allowing my mind to flourish...

In order to continue the journey of healing that I am on, I must take the path of sharing my thoughts. I feel as if I have a lot to say that many other people can relate to. I want to write about what keeps me up at night in order to both clear my head and build a community. This community is one that will send positive energy into the world. One that is motivated to improve selves and ask the questions that we don't want to hear the answers to. Please come with me on this journey to find the best versions of ourselves, and making it easier by finding people that also want to plant the seeds of a better future and provide nutrients to the brain so it can flourish.

[messythings-blog]

Un cours de 3h30 sur le rayon tourisme en librairie c’est TROP LONG ! 😭😭😭😭

[shadowknightskye]

ah, the benefit of tumblr: I can talk about an odd occurrence that's incredlbly specific but nobody will pay attention

Anyways,

So I am an incredibly boring looking person, Brown haired white girl, so in theory I am just a face in the crowd, love that,

Except,

Everyday, I go to school in a signaturely colored winter bunny hat. Why? Its cold af! But it is fucking purple and a novelty item most people only wear once. Nobody else wears that!

So I mind my own dang business, going to school in my hat and a mask, completely unrecognizable as myself until

"oh hey! Good morning Bunny hat girl! "

and in that moment of being nicely shouted at across the walkway, I felt my soul leave my body.

everyday I make a choice, and it's the wrong choice.

[thespianinthebackcorner]

So I have a disability. It doesn't look like one, but it is legally classified as one, and sometimes it damn well does its job to be one. Most of what it does is affect how my joints- especially in my hands- and how I move works.

I always had awful handwriting as a child. But at least it was readable. But once they forced us to learn cursive (or running writing as they let us nickname it), it got really, really bad. Like, genuinely unreadable to the point I'd get marked down on every assessment I had because it couldn't be read. But they didn't flag it as a medical issue and kept putting us through the learning process. They wanted us to use it as regular handwriting, I think, considering how much we did it and that we got our pen licences in the same year (and that running writing was apparently part of the licence test, but I didn't do it, so I wouldn't know. That wasn't because of the disability btw, I just wasn't there that day and they didn't let me do catch up.)

Still, it was atrocious. And because they were so persistent about it, I actually lost the ability to properly write with separated letters without it taking ages. Except it hurts for me to use running writing.

So due to that forced learning of cursive, I've been put in a locked stalemate within my entire school career from year three onward: use running writing, and put myself in pain after two sentences plus it's unreadable, or use separated letters, which is less painful and readable, but takes an hour to write a single paragraph. Oh, and separated letters also puts me in pain after a little while. There's no way out of that. And it's some hellish shit, it doesn't go away for ages.

I started that in year three, when I was about eight. I only got diagnosed with the disability, it only got flagged as an issue, in year TEN. When I was SIXTEEN. And the only reason my high school asked us to look into it was because I was starting exams that year.

Eventually, they let me have a laptop for taking notes and tests. It hurts a lot less. But it's still a problem, and it hasn't gotten any better- I'm still told when I do need to use physical handwriting that it's atrocious. (They're correct. It is. I can hardly read it myself. Honestly a year one could probably do better than my fuckin cursive /j). But still. The fact that it took me up to exam territory for the school to stop downgrading me for something I couldn't control and actually raise questions about it- not great, I know. And that was all a consequence of being forced to use cursive from year three on. Possibly year two, I don't remember exactly when we did it because we used it so much.

So yeah. TLDR, learning cursive in primary school put me in immense physical pain through my entire school career that still hasn't stopped. It can go die.

Reblog this if you had to learn cursive writing as a child

If you were ever told or were made to learn cursive writing when you were in grade school. I wanna see how many of you suffered like I did.

[idcaboutart]

all that remained were fields of dreamless solitude

only you can show me this