vent below, tread w caution
after counseling today i was super moody and off and was talking to my mom on the way home. mostly i was talking abt how i can’t handle conflict bc trying to communicate in a healthy way or avoid it altogether doesn’t seem to help, but the second i feel myself getting angry back i immediately feel soul consuming guilt and i’m like, my counselor makes it sound so easy to just show someone how you want them to treat you, why is that so hard for me to do? and mom reminded me of one of my oldest ex-friends who quite literally made it a point to do anything i told her i didn’t like (playing games where she could hit me as a punishment, hiding behind doors to scare me, going out to her yard when they had lots of wild animals, etc etc etc)
and something else that occurred to me was how that same friend had, like, my dream bedroom growing up bc she had that classic 2000s cool kid bedroom, with the beaded door curtain and every kind of barbie and bratz doll and even a build-a-bear or two, which i couldn’t afford at the time, pop music CDs and a nice CD player, all of that. but she hated her room, and never wanted to play with any of the toys or CDs or things she owned. she always, always wanted to do either exactly what her parents told her not to do that specific day, or something genuinely dangerous. i would back out because i didn’t wanna get in trouble, and she’d tell me fine, but you’re not my friend anymore, before getting in trouble and coming back to me apologizing. our get-togethers were like this for years before she got distant and outright stopped talking to me when we were teenagers.
recently she’d messaged me online, after years of not hearing from her, to say she acknowledged the mistakes she made and the ways she hurt me and to genuinely apologize. i accepted her apology, but reminded her that she did indeed hurt me, after consulting every adult i trusted and leaving the message be for a few days. now, part of me wishes i’d bitten back a little harder. it would have done nothing except made her defensive, but i wish i could tell her that being her friend was the worst thing that happened to me, and to this day i struggle with how unheard and worthless she made me feel. how i still struggle to tell people my boundaries or what i want or need, because it’s like i’m six again and waiting for her to slam my hand into a sliding door and laugh at me.
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The secret Dungeon Meshi sauce that's getting people to eat better is that it's so non-judgmental. Senshi and the rest of the gang never talk about what not to eat besides things that taste bad and literal poison. They don't even talk about "health" that much besides the importance of a balanced diet. It's so much easier to eat well when you think of food simply as something your body needs, and that it's often worth the extra effort to make it taste good, especially when you understand how to connect "things your body needs" with "things that taste good"
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im going insane
(screenshot from Deadpool Vs. Wolverine: Slash 'Em Up Infinity Comic)
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not now sweetie, mommy is watching how the massive girlbossification of female characters has led to the belief that weak and vulnerable female characters are badly written characters because apparently every woman needs to be outspoken and witty and snarky and brave in order to be considered “complex” and have any value in a piece of media!!
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Okay so hear me out...
BONUS CURSED CONTENT!
Laios and Hunter have the same wolf Fursona:
EDIT: Following feedback, I’m changing the Willow/Chilchuck panel from “A parent in a child’s body who is just done with everyone’s shit” to “Carrying the team, Done with everyone’s shit.” I don’t want anything I produce to be hurtful or upsetting to anyone, so even though I don’t feel it’s as impactful, and least it’s not infantilising. This will probably achieve little to nothing now the meme has breached containment but it’s the least I can do. Thank you all for feedback.
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