#deepest healing

[soulfulrelaxingaudio]

Healing music for Stress, Anxiety and Depressive States, INSOMNIA RELIEF FALL INTO SLEEP INSTANTLY

[amber-laughs]

honestly the rebellion did nothing but tear siblings apart. lyanna and ned on opposite sides of the war leading to a rift between ned and benjen, ashara and arthur losing each other, lysa slipping deeper into her resentment of catelyn, the final nail in the coffin for stannis and robert, hoster and the blackfish parting, cersei and jaime delving deeper into their sick ways, oberyn fleeing westeros forcing him and doran to grieve their sister on their own never healing

[colorfulxsoul]

@amorkuku ’s Dami and Jason

[sunny-sightings]

deeper well is nothing compared to basil’s mind 🌸

[namedforvalor]

Scenes from The Vampire Chronicles that genuinely made me laugh out loud: The Vampire Lestat edition. (spoilers)

Really loved Lestat waking up, wandering around a bit, then approaching a group of punks and casually saying "I'm a vampire" and they're just like "oh cool" followed by them finally asking his name and telling him he's in a book. Lestat standing under a street lamp reading the entirety of IWTV in one sitting was a perfect way to start this.

Lestat standing in the church after being chased through town by a hoard of vampires, meeting Armand who is essentially like “can you stop being an asshole? I’ve convinced these idiots that I know god and I’ve established rules and you’re fucking up my game by breaking them” and Lestat is like “…right” and then immediately starts screaming that Armand is in the church at the top of his lungs while Armand chases him around telling him to shut up. You can't write this shit.

When Lestat is in the crypts and Allesandra and Armand are trying to convince him to join them and she's basically like "You can't live with mortals, you'll eventually start to love them" and Lestat, so seriously, is like "Oh.. It takes you three hundred years to love something, you monsters? I loved them from the first night. Were you awful in your mortal lives as well?" like my god read them to filth.

[send-me-a-puffalope]

wishing on every star in the sky that someone writes a fic about movie!Vanessa finding and adopting her own gremlin child Gregory. I am desperate for any ounce of 3 star family bonding.

[francesderwent]

one thing about Griff. if she says “God” in a song, you know it’s because she’s talking right to Him

[painfully-unoriginal]

i just want things 2 get better

[omniflows]

The Deepest Berry

I was on Facebook looking for someone to spend time with when I saw someone that I knew only in passing when I was in high school.

This guy was notorious in the school. The girls seemingly loved him because he was always well dressed and I’ll even assume that there may have been other reasons behind the scenes why they loved him..

To the girls at that school, he was black.. but inside he struggled with accepting that part of himself due to systematic racism in his culture.

It led me to question myself and my own thoughts about blackness and skin color. I am an esthetician and my practice deals with skin.. I haven’t been able to practice as long as some other estheticians but I still consider myself a skincare specialist by trade.

I am a black woman of olive to caramel complexion and rarely faced problems because of my skin color but I have a mother who also struggles with colorism.

In her mind, she just wants to have smooth skin. I look at her skin every other day.. To me her skin is very smooth, velvety.. She uses skin lightening creams to change her skin color to a lighter complexion. Her natural color is of a chocolate brown.

Why is it so important to me to speak of colorism and blackness? I wondered if the insecurities that black people face required them to experience a deeper form of love.

Women who are of a lighter complexion rarely face the same experiences as women of color in the dating scene. They are preferred and less rejected. They have their own issues but at least in personal ads and dating sites they don’t have to worry about changing their ethnicity to white or latino to just speak to someone of quality.

When I say quality, I do not mean that black people are not quality. The algorithms on dating sites tend to choose a particular audience when you put down that your ethnicity is of black descent.

I decided to overall leave the dating scene in order to take care of myself better so that when I go back into the scene, I am a fit choice and not a burden.

However, the last couple times that I went on Facebook dating.. There was this one particular guy who was interested in me every time.

I was looking for a man who was either my complexion or darker than my complexion, but this guy was very fair with light eyes and light hair.

How do I feel about that? It was very important for me to be with someone who was around my age, attractive, interesting, and most notably able to produce black children in the future.

I have dated black guys but the ones that I dated only saw me as a beautiful woman because of skin complexion.

They wanted someone to have beautiful children with but they did not care about the development of my mind and the experiences that I wanted to have in order to obtain and nurture my intelligence. Very important to me.

I took a break from caring so deeply about my outside appearance because I wanted to know what it felt like to be a woman focused on her mind. Looking back, you don’t have to neglect yourself in order to be intelligent.. You can be intelligent and beautiful at the same time.

So when I saw that this guy was interested in me, I looked at his profile and thought.. I don’t know if this guy is for me.. “He is decent..” I would think even though I was decent..

I took a bite of the fruit..

Instantly, his interest was proven because we decided to see each other immediately that week. I saw him maybe a day after the first match.. I was not disappointed.. He was actually way more attractive in person.

I couldn’t help myself but to want more and other things spiritually were going on that led me to believe there was something deeper going on about this situation..

For instance, before him I was having menstrual issues but after I was intimate with him for the first time.. I was able to bleed. I’m calling it “the Introduction to Berry”

We did not keep in touch because he was a busy guy and swore up and down that “I don’t want to be in a relationship.. I just want to experience you..”

I was not hurt by that because my focus was really on building myself up.. I was just lonely and wanted someone to enjoy life with.. but we went back and forth about that situation until I decided to block and discontinue talking to him for a while.

What is berry to you? I think of Tupac’s song Keep Your Head Up which speak of the still occurring troubles women face in black love.

Still today, some black women are battling to be loved and respected by black men.. Welfare, baby daddy and baby mama issues, failure to progress into marriages.. Still today..

After not speaking with that guy, I didn’t have any experiences with anyone else either.. I wasn’t in a good space though I tried. My insecurities around neglecting myself caused me to no longer seek men out or out myself out there.

Other men I dealt with did not treat me at all.. All of a sudden I began to struggle with getting actual dates.. I didn’t go on a date with him either but at least I was enjoying his company. He was a gentleman..

It wasn’t until the month of October 2024 that we reconnected and because of his interest in me again. I was surprised to even see him like me after our argument.. But I was happy to see the message.

“You still remember me?”

“Of course I did..” He said.. “How could I forget my fire..?”

It didn’t take us too long to meet again..

I remember when I asked the Lord to not allow it to be too late for me to cry about something.. This time when we were intimate.. I was just shocked… This guy really told me to take off everything.. I was going to wear my dress..

To cover the stretch marks, the fat, the hair.. Everything.. I know he knows it.. but he told me to take everything off..

He didn’t appreciate it all that day.. but.. I have a feeling that there will come a time that he will because my spirit began to cry and wail..

Usually when you cry the tone is of one tone.. Unless the pain or pleasure is deep..

That day, I heard multiple cries and the tears actually fell down my face.. He didn’t even do his BIG one yet! Most importantly, when I tried to move him away from me.. He stood right in place.

“The long way..?”

“The long way..”

I began to question.. If he could love me like this and I’m only olive.. What was he giving to the other woman that he told me he experienced with the dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes?

The deepest berry..

I believe in love to get the best of you, these men will pick and probe at all your issues..

All I can say is.. Let him make you cry.. Let him fix it like he usually does.. Experience intimacy like you said you wanted.. Dark and brown skin.. You are the deepest berry.

Allow yourself to be.

[roxannepolice]

I honestly thought y'all were just making it all up but like John Simm is there for Wild Blue Yonder?? Honestly I feel like if Donna Noble doesn't see thoschei it would be a disservice to her. "Is the weirdly kinky relationship new with someone trying to destroy the world new or-" "No, no, this has been a feature of my life since I was eight." "This explains a lot."

I just want to see Catherine Tate's face when it's broken to her that it's not one but two cute little genocidal aliens with two hearts that tried to eat her 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I mean, let's remember that Imdb isn't the most reliable source, but... it just feels so right to have the twinks to dilfs thoschei meet and have 30ish cuties inform each other they're freaking old to keep themselfves from making out in front of Donna's salad 🙃🙃 And there's this weird rhythm that the Master didn't appear in the first centenary, did in the second, didn't in the third (going by strict canon) and now it's the fourth...

As far as I'm concerned the clown makeup only comes off along with my face

[life-with-ellie]

I hope, like me, you have enjoyed re-reading this blog. As we have now reached its sunset, I leave you with Shakespeare's advice on why letting go is so important.

Sonnet 71

No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.

O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay; Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.

. —William Shakespeare

[bmpmp3]

and i do wish stories with characters getting stabbed would focus more on the aftermath of the situation more often. they always like to timeskip the recovery but like maybe i wanna see that cartoon character spend 20 minutes poking different parts of their arm because the nerves got messed up. maybe i want to see them forget halfway through recovery and bump the wound by accident and scream with the power of a thousand suns.

[caelcstis]

@diivineray wanted a starter. 1/2 the muse they wanted: raphael for his extremely tired, stubborn bastard of a general

half of his time had been spent away from heaven, sometimes up to no good and picking on the smaller demons in his territories - mostly to blow off his steam. as much as he adored summer and the warmer seasons, a small part of him abhorred it. it was his own personal guilt, his heavy heart and the anger scratching at his ribs to break free.

having some sense return to him, he made his way back up to the clouds and floating lands above that he called home. he still felt that tingling numbness in his scraped up hands when he found a certain angel in his crossway. raphael blinked slowly, as if he wasn't entirely processing michael in his presence, and he tilted his head like a curious animal. "what are you doing here?"

he hadn't meant to voice his thoughts aloud, but alas.

[70zcowboy]

the red right handed man (a la Red Right Hand by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds) can call me a good boy any time he wants.

[livingof-love]

Been working through Rupi Kaur's 'Healing through Words' book (at my own pace of course). The activity I'm on challenged to pick from some emotions to write a list poem about. Here is what may be the most raw poem I've written to date.

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Grief is

Unexpected

It creeps in from nowhere, quietly

Be gentle with me, please

Such sadness

Overwhelming

The gravity of it all is so heavy

Grief is that inevitable feeling

I don't escape it, it seems

It comes and goes

Now my heart is a ghost town

Grief is consuming

Dense

It covers me

Flows precisely over every wound

Drowning now

Does it ever go away?

Grief

Pain

Guilt

Does it ever go away?

Grief

I'm left here in its wake

Empty

Alone again

Love is knocking

But grief...

Grief is always the one to answer

I just need to get there first.

[aphroditeygirl]

so glad im not the only one who saw that it was 7am on a friday and thought. I will watch yellowjackets now