#seeing how much my art has changed in 2 yrs is crazy to me..
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meowfountain · 11 months ago
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krismas!
(this is a redraw of art i made 2 years ago! original under the cut)
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aerequets · 10 months ago
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i was feeling a little nostalgic and so redrew some old miraculous kiddos :] i think its crazy how much my art has changed in 2.5 yrs. especially:
1. hair (especially especially mens hair, like adriens hair used to be so difficult for me... evidently LMAO) 2. clothes (marinette's hoodie in 2021? i'd wanted it to be baggy but. just. it wasnt happening LOL) 3. speed. i did these redraws way faster than the originals
anyways. yeah keep drawing 2.5 years is a really long time but the difference between even just a few months is so vast!! I just love that artists can VISUALLY SEE these things that's such a plus
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bananaactivity · 28 days ago
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Kickin It X Lab rats???
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Naw jk kinda…
Billy Unger was in Kickin it for realies as a Character called Brody. Technically he was a good guy by the end but I changed that so that he and Kai are literally besties. Like imagine how Jerry and Jack are. That’s what these two are like…. But evil
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LMAOO I could’ve done this with Carlos and Jay, I probably will.
Kai is like way shorter then everyone else which is funny because he’s the most violent and the leader. He’s like an angry wet cat.
Here’s the info on the two
Kai
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Kyle “Kai” Andrew Brewer:
18 yrs old Born: Oct 31
Leader of the White Inferno (Second degree Black Belt)
Wassabi Parallel: Jackson “Jack” Garfield Brewer
Catchphrases: “ You're gonna regret that…” “Weak Shit.” “Im leading a pack of dipshits.” “ Ill scramble your fucking insides” “ Oh this isnt fruit juice on my clothes ,trust me.” “ I'm the best of the best, If anyone says anything to the contrary I'll kill them”
An absolutely stacked martial artist who spent lots of his time training not just for revenge but for the love of it. He is a spicy guy who has fun while being a downright dangerous man. He can get along with anyone but would rather give them heart attacks with a mere glance. He rollerblades and plays bass guitar. He's strong and agile with a domineering presence and is down right bloodthirsty (He craves confrontation and validation, nothing makes him smile like beating people to bloody pulps LMAO) He's also an asshole, don't get it twisted he's a massive dick head. Literally look at him he is a JERK.
Dragon Relationships:
Carson: His second in command who he generally trusts and his sparring partner
Brody: Someone he knows is the actual second best but also knows that competition keeps him sturdy and likes him much more than Carson. That’s his literal bestie
Frank: An idiot who tests Kai daily and of whom he's had to man handle many times, still at least a good fighter
Arthur: An absolute quack at martial arts whose spot on the team is paid. He's funny though.
Wasabi Relationships:
Jack: Kais cousin of whom he considers a weak, traitor who he's NOT even with. He will absolutely crush him like a bug if given a chance.
Kim: A girl whom Carson is obsessed with.
Jerry: A dancing buffoon
Milton: A nerd who once hit him with a crab leg. That was unforgivable and Kai is plotting his murder.
Eddy: Someone almost as talentless as Arther
Brody
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Brody Edvin Carlson:
18 yrs old Born: Aug 19
3rd Rank of the White Inferno (1st Degree Black Belt/ close to second degree)
Wassabi Parallel: Jeremiah “Jerry” Tomas Martineiz
Catchphrases: “I'M THE BEST! ME. ME. ME.” “Not my problem brochacho” “I WIN. YOU LOSE. I'M THE BEST. DEAL WITH IT.”
A tough disciplined Martial Artist who respects authority immensely. He has a high skill level mixed with natural talent and quick learning that makes him a force to be reckoned with. He holds back on Carson; in respect to how Kai placed the ranks. (He's obsessed with Kai fr tho, kinda a D rider tbh) He can act crazy and have fun but seriousness is typically required to maintain respect especially in front of the WW so that they feel inferior.
Dragon Relationships:
Kai: Literally Carson is obsessed with the man as he wants to be that revered and respected for his raw power and skill.
Carson: Someone Brody will do anything to one up and desperately wants his spot as second.
Frank: His sparring partner who he sees potential in
Arthur: A rich guy
Wasabi Relationships:
Jack: Enemy number 1 but still respects his talents.
Kim: Enemy number 2, no feelings were at play for what he did to her
Jerry: Enemy number 3, a goofball with no sense of respect or discipline
Milton:Enemy number 4, a nerd but focused
Eddy: Enemy number 5, someone not to be overlooked but no match for Brody
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BESTIESSSS YASSSSSS
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afrobeatsindacity · 4 years ago
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AFROBEATS CITY MEETS TRAYC SELASI
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Following the release of her new sophomore EP, The Art & The Muse, Afrobeats City caught up with talented dancer, singer & songwriter Trayc Selasi to find out about her journey from a dancer to a musician, the creative process behind  The Art & The Muse, the impact her Ghanaian roots has on her music, and more. 
You started your career on the Afrobeats scene as a dancer before becoming a musician - how would you describe your journey?
My career began in 2012, during my dance cameo in Fuse ODG’s “Antenna” video, and again for “Dangerous Love” in 2014 with my dance partner Move with KB, which gained over 22 million+ views on YouTube. It has been a beautiful journey; all the ups and downs have made me who I am today. I started as a dancer but making music was always my ultimate goal. I toured and performed on big stages for Fuse ODG with my dance partner at the time and it was so amazing as I learnt so much on the job. I was quite observant with everything music around me which kept my interest going. I learnt how to record and Engineer in the studio, engineering for some great artists also Fuse ODG himself at times. Everyday there was something new to learn although it was not always easy, it was all worth it. I now have my own home studio set up where I have been able to record music of my own and finishing my E.P.
You recently released your single “Somebody”, what was your influence behind the single?
“Somebody” was created in Ghana during my trip back home in Ghana. It was produced by the amazing Abochi. We created this beautiful song together using concepts I had, bouncing ideas and melodies back and forth. The song is about a dilemma in the mind of a woman and the dilemma is being in love with “Somebody” but struggling to express that feeling as she goes through the pressure internally. I believe a lot of women out there can relate and may have somewhat been in that same “situation-ship”. The concept stems from my own experience with love and struggling to express that. There are women like myself who tend to hide feelings and emotions to avoid being hurt, but there comes a point where enough is enough and we have to start speaking out and expressing our love to that special “Somebody” but also being okay accepting him not having the same feelings for you knowing that ’Somebody’ is out there for you. Do not give up on love.
Congratulations on the release of your sophomore EP, “The Art and The Muse” - can you tell me about the creative process behind the EP and what we can expect from it?
The Art & The Muse is OUT NOW! whooppp and I’m super excited for this release. It has been a long time coming as I’ve been working on this project throughout this year exotically during the lockdown. If you haven’t heard it yet then expect to hear good timeless music that would captivate your hearts and minds. it’s a spiritual sometin’ haha. Honestly, I enjoyed creating this project especially because it’s my first ever project to come out of Trayc Selasi. Most of the songs we created during the lockdown period especially as I had some time to get in my creative bag. 2 of the songs were created during my trip in Ghana, “Somebody” and “Militant” whilst the others were created in my London home with my home studio setup. My creative process is a mashup of different things that I piece together to create my version of art which stems from my past experiences I’ve been through as well as my friends and family around me. Sometimes it can just be words I hear, a feeling or a current emotion. When I create, I think about so many different things based on the current topic and write down everything. Most times I go off from my feelings and allow melodies, words, emotions to naturally flow out of me through songs or dance. I have my moments where I can get stuck and just lay down or be still but the one thing I do a lot is pray and meditate especially when I’m feeling overwhelmed. I usually like to take my time to create just so I know I have pieced it all. The name of the EP is a representation of both me 'The Art' and my influences 'The Muse'.
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How much of an impact does your Ghanaian roots have when creating music?
My Ghanaian roots have a massive impact and a few reasons for that is firstly, I was born there and lived a part of my childhood in Accra before leaving to come to the UK at 8 yrs. My family keeps me in check about my roots especially my mother as she constantly reminds me by speaking my language to me and always encouraging me to always be myself and be proud of who I am and where I'm from at all times. I’m so grateful for them, if not I don't know what I would be right now. I love my culture, my country and the whole African continent because it’s so beautiful and rich with amazingness. it has had and continues to have a huge impact on my lifestyle, my hair, the clothes and jewellery I wear as well as my music. My dad used to be a family DJ at most family functions and he would play some of the legends such as Yvonne Chaka Chaka, Agelique Kudjo Daddy Umma etc and i grew up listening to these African legends who inspire a lot of my music creating as you hear the sweet sounds of highlife infused in some of my songs on my EP The Art & The Muse.
How do you think the Afrobeats scene has changed since you first started out?
The Afrobeats scene has changed so much over the last 5-10 years and I’m so proud now more than ever to be a part of this culture. African music is now growing into new heights that we’ve never been before and I believe it’s only going to get better and higher from here and there is no going back as we are already exposed to many different experiences and sub-genres
2020 has been an unexpected year, how was lockdown for you and what impact did it have on your music plans for the year?
2020 has definitely been unexpected but I believe it’s been both a blessing and a curse at the same time. I prefer to keep my focus on the blessings that have come out of it which is the fact that I was able to finish my EP and have more time to connect with my supporters all around the world. I am truly grateful for everything that has happened so far and I believe there are going to be greater things that are coming my way. I won’t lie, in the beginning of lockdown, it was a bit of a struggle trying to get used to being home and working as I was used to a set routine and trying to figure out a new home routine was a little crazy but my music is what kept me going which made me even more grateful for my home studio setup. We thank God.
The music industry is very male orientated, have you faced any struggles as a female artist and how did you overcome them?
Yes this industry is very male dominated but we all know that women run this world. I did face some struggles as a woman from the start of my career in this industry as a dancer well before transitioning into music. One being the fact that you’re seen as a subject and even my skin colour didn’t always help as I will sometimes be pushed to the back but how I overcame that was to keep myself with Fuse ODG team who were very respectful to me as not just a woman but a black African woman which allowed me to feel safe. I worked very hard to build a lot of my relationships in the industry in a respectful way making sure that everyone sees and treats me with respect as I treat everyone both men and women with respect.
What is the best advice you have been given?
The best advice I received was to go fishing. I know it may sound weird or funny but what I understood from that was to go for it, throw that hook in the water and never hold back because eventually I will catch a big fish and get my big break and in my case a second big break as the first big one was from the “Antenna” Dance video. Another great advice I have received and continue to receive from my amazing team, Coelle LDN is to stay patient, pray and grind hard because the time will come. As we all know this journey is not an easy one but it is one that I must enjoy, as it will be all worth it in the end.
 What is next for Trayc Selasi?
Trayc Selasi is taking on new heights and flights. Now that my first EP The Art & The Muse is out, I’ll be working on some visuals for this project and get some shows and performances going hopefully when everything opens up again and lockdown has been lifted. I will also be going back to Ghana very soon to engage with my supporters there. I want to link up with amazing producers and songwriters and start working on my next project. So many things I want to do right now but all in due time.
Just for fun, fill in the blanks….
Without music, I would be… A rich housewife
My current favourite song is… Somebody by myself
My dream artist(s) to collaborate with is… Beyonce
My favourite Ghanaian dish is… Red Red (African stewed black-eyed peas and plantain)
Support Afrobeats because… I love it, it’s my culture, it’s in my bloodline
Download/Stream - Trayc Selasi - The Art & The Muse EP
Follow @Traycselasi on Instagram | Twitter
This interview was conducted by Shade A  / Afrobeats City doesn’t own the rights to the image used.
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sweetescapeartist · 4 years ago
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Since there is barely anybody that looks at this blog now, imma say some things now that I'll reveal later on Twitter (maybe). Also this is gonna be a long read so you can read if you wanna or not. Its kinda a rant.
I started this blog because I liked Dragon Ball and wanted to share my ideas and things I liked with other fans. I enjoyed that. Krillin is my favorite character so I wanted to show him some love & maybe get more ppl to like him. Then eventually I started drawing nsfw art.
I began doing so because there's a great lack of Krillin positive nsfw art. Eventually on my Twitter, I gathered a following that like to see Krillin getting some love. I also went from sfw with my OC Tobi to drawing nsfw. The problem I have with both is that I don't have time as much to draw what is like to. Nor do I care as much for nsfw art.
So this is what I'm trying to say. I have other things I want to do. I draw for free and accept some requests. I'm not getting paid and I feel like I'm wasting my time somewhat. The positive is that more ppl have come to like Krillin and hopefully more will later. There aren't a lot of nsfw artist that promote Krillin. Its all about Saiyans and I understand why. I like Saiyans too. But its always at the expense of human characters that I like especially Krillin.
"Vegeta got beat up by 18 so he deserves to dick her down"
"18 should be with anyone else but Krillin. She should be with a Saiyan."
I'm seriously tired of it, ya know? Its just such negativity. I've tried to combat it with positivity and that does work but that's not what most ppl seem to care about or see. Krillin means a lot to many of us. Yes, we know he's a fictional character but he's someone we can latch on to and see ourselves in. How he constantly tries hard and doesnt give up despite having low self-esteem. He is very relatable and an encouraging character. So understand that it frustrates me and others when ppl keep making fun of a character we love just because of memes that are very innacurate, he's short, he's married to what most of the fandom consider the most attractive female in the series (so they're jealous of him to an extent), or when ppl downright degrade his character.
Why? Why treat a positive character so negatively? Ppl make fun of Krillin because he has PTSD but won't make fun of Future Trunks. They trash his marriage and make it seem as if 18 doesn't care for him because he has the most stable marriage in the series. They call his daughter an ugly troll but want to see her in hentai with some Saiyan. Such hypocrisy. That's why I've drawn some of the things I have.
There are drawings I've done that I haven't posted because they are so disrespectful to characters like Vegeta or Gohan. And I love Gohan so that's a reason why I never posted them. I'm a positive person but it seems many ppl only respond to negative. So here's what I've done/plan to do.
I have some comics planned to draw along with some pictures. The pictures vary on what they will be, but the comics... Here's what they are.
I will be making NTR comics starring Krillin but he is the main character. There are too many of him being portrayed as a wimp or punk that lets everybody get with 18 besides himself. Or its done behind his back. So I'm going to have Krillin taking other character's ladies from them. Yeah its negative in a way but also positive for Krillin. Maybe this can get the point across to ppl? Idk.
But I will make a comic where Krillin gets Videl, Bulma, & Chichi. I will make others where he gets into "situations" with characters like Kale & Caulifla, Cheelai, & others. I also plan to make a comic about Roshi basically being cucked by Krillin (you'll have to wait and see to understand that one). So that's what I have planned. Hentai comics with Krillin as the lead. Its unpopular and that is why I do it.
I'll make other more positive comics too. Like a comic about Krillin getting advice then marrying 18. Ill draw stories with my OC Tobi as he lives with Krillin and his family & dates Marron. It will focus on the Chestnut family and have father/son moments with Krillin & Tobi. And ill introduce other characters too.
But here's the big thing that contradicts everything I said prior. I don't want to draw DB anymore. The fan base has kinda wore me out but so has the direction the series has gone. In bored of the writing for DBS and it being solely about Goku & Vegeta when there are other characters like Gohan & Piccolo. Its a fighting anime so why would we only want to see 2 characters? God ki was introduced so that's an easy way for everyone to get stronger and involved. But its too corporate now and lazy. And the DBS manga... so terrible. Toyotaro is a much better artist than I am and not to talk bad about him but I think DragonGarowLee is much better for the position that Toyo. DGL knows how to choreograph fights better and understands Toriyama's comedy better. Toyo doesn't know how to write the characters. He makes Goku an uncaring idiot, makes Vegeta a poorly written Goku clone, makes fun of Krillin for no reason except he doesn't like him (seriously! He has called him ugly, weak, scared, useless, & had ppl like Goku and Roshi insult Krillin. Wtf?!), he doesnt know how to create a unique character without ripping off a character Tori has done much better. And the fanboys (& girls)
Gosh! The Vegeta fans are great but they can be crazy sometimes. They ignore all the evil Vegeta has done and ignore his flaws as if he's a perfect angel. Vegeta's flaws is what makes him such an interesting character! And him being different than Goku is a good thing. But there's a weird and false understanding of his character. "Vegeta is a better dad than Goku" sure. Vegeta just knocked up Bulma then left her as. Single mother and didn't care if she or his infant son died, never hugged his son until he was 10+ yrs old & didn't love Bulma until sometime during the 7 yr time skip. He was a terrible person in a terrible relationship! THEN he became a better person and actually loving to his family. That change is what make Vegeta great. Not his power level or how many kills he has or "cool moments."
That same twisted misunderstanding of Vegeta is similar to the misunderstanding of Krillin. Ppl think he's weak and a coward. But he fights aliens & beings stronger than him and even injures stronger opponents. He smiles in the face of danger and even gets excited during fights but is smart enough not to risk others lives. Krillin nearly killed Nappa, he would've finished Vegeta with the Spirit Bomb if Yajirobe didn't alert Vegeta that Krillin was attacking him, smart enough not to fight on Namek when they're outnumbered, took on aliens stronger than him, outsmarted them & escaped, protected both Gohan & Bulma, more skilled than Ginyu when he was in Goku's body, sacrificed his safety for others like Dende & Gohan, (for real tho, Vegeta didn't see 2nd form Freeza move but Krillin was fast enough to throw Dende out of the way and sacrifice his life. Krillin saw Freeza attacking and Vegeta who is supposed to be stronger did not see Freeza move!), he was the first person to actually damage Freeza and then taunted the Emperor of the Universe, he's always there for his friends, knew better than everybody else that if the androids defeated Vegeta & Trunks then he shouldn't get involved. He saved 18 who was innocent in this timeline, helped 16, wished for the bombs out of 17 & 18 so they could live normally. Then fast forward to DBS he fought to protect his family & planet & 18 calls him "cool", he conquers his PTSD and gained new power he always had but laid dormant, he defeated someone who actually hurt 18. & there are things he's done I didn't even mention.
And ppl constantly saying Goku is a bad dad. He's waaaaaaaay better of a father compared to Vegeta if were being honest.
I guess I've seen a lot of the negative side of the fandom and its disappointing. So I'm at a point where I kinda don't care. I'll make my comics but after I'm done with what I have planned, I'm just done with DB. I won't stop drawing entirely but I won't draw any requests unless I feel like it, I won't keep up with much DB news and content. I just want to come back to Tumblr, draw Krillin fanart, draw Tobi, write some rewrites, draw Tobi's story & that's it. Ill be a part of Chestnut Fest every year tho. That is one of the greatest things to come out of my time on Tumblr & Twitter. So big thanks to @chestnutisland!
But basically I'm tired of the fandom and I still enjoy parts of it but I want to do my own thing. So I'll partially be a part of the DB fandom but not in it too deep. Look forward to what I have in store. If some of my future content isn't to your liking, hopefully you ccan find something else I've done that you'll enjoy. But its still been fun & I've enjoyed the ppl I've talked too & friends I've made.
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keepcalm-andbopon · 5 years ago
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Introducing us!!
Isabelle: @swiftie-isabelle
I’m Isabelle and I’m turning 14th in June 27! I would die for Taylor swift. I started listening to her when I was 3 and her music had comforted me ever since! She has had such a impact in my life and I’ve gotten so many amazing memories from her!
Victoria: @sinkanddroundswift
im victoria & i do nothing w my life except cry over taylor swift and not having a boyfriend . I do nothing ever except lay in bed and cry over every little detail. I eat too much food for my body. I like boys alot but they don’t like me. taylor swift claims she loves me multiple times but idk if I believe her yet. I love my cat shes a scottish fold. Beverly Hills, 90210 is my favorite tv show & High School Musical is my favorite movie. I also love grayson dolan more than I can comprehend. I have 0 friends so its me, myself, and I all the time.
Lily: @lilyadorestay
im lily and i do nothing with my life except cry over taylor swift, have people tell me to stop crying about taylor swift, and waste money on bucket hats :)
Sasha: @dropsmynamesasha
I’m sasha and I have a large obsession with food, cats and Taylor Swift
Katelyn: @redheadnamedkatelyn
I’m Katelyn and I’m 13! I don’t do anything in my life except for lacrosse and cheer and love Taylor swift. I have red hair, & Taylor Swift is my absolute best friend and my life wouldn’t be the same without her. And I owe so much to her. And basically I’m known as “the Taylor swift girl” at school so that’s kinda cool. Anyways The moral of this is I love Taylor swift!
Lexie: @drunkonswiftxo
I’m lexie, 18 years old. I have a very busy life actually, I compete in many different karate and martial arts competitions and was British Champion in 2016 with my sword and in October of this year I am competing in the World Martial Arts Games! Before any competition I usually get very nervous but listening to Taylor’s music calms me down (cringe ikr) but I wouldn’t be doing all of these if I didnt have a calming mechanism!
Natalia: @natalialovestaylor
hi! i’m natalia, i’m 15 and from the bay area. taylor has been in my life since i was 8 and i’ve been supporting her ever sense:) she makes me so happy, she’s like the sunlight in my life. i want her to know that i love her so much and i want to hug her and tell her thank you more than anything. 💗
Katie: @shapeofyouswift
hi i’m katie and i’m 16! i’m from ny and i went to all 3 metlife shows!! i’ve been seeing taylor in concert since the fearless era and i’ve seen her 11 times! i’m fortune to have met her 5 years ago at GMA and i was able to get a picture with her outside time 100 gala! taylor makes me so happy and has helped me through many rough times in my life as well as all of the happiest! i’m so thankful to have such a positive role model in my life!!
Meredith:
I’m Meredith and I love Taylor Swift more than words can describe:) I’ve been listening to Taylor since I was four and she has always been a big part of my life since then !! She inspires me everyday and makes my life so much brighter. I am so so proud of her and all that she has done!! Also, I love going to the beach and petting dogs🤩💓
Memphis: @taysmidnights
hi i’m memphis!! i play tennis and obsess over taylor swift! i’m from the beautiful state of california, and i love to surf! i first heard a ts song (You Belong With Me) in 2009, and i’ve loved taylor ever since. i am also a proud supporter of the LGBTQ+ community and have a passion for changing our world. oh, and i’m known as “that taylor swift fan” at my school, but i’m not complaining! 🧚🏼‍♀️
Brooke: @brookewhatyoumademedo
i’m brooke and i’m 14!! i live in cleveland, ohio along with some of my best friends i met through taylor!! i look a lot older than i am and it’s a good and bad thing haha. i used to play a lot of sports but i have decided to just stick with lacrosse!! i love music so much because it helps me with everything. taylor has been like my big sister since i was a baby and i’ve always looked up to her!! my stan song is stay stay stay because it always puts me in the best mood!! i love grey’s anatomy a little too much but i can’t help it. the show actually made me very interested in the medical field and as of now i want to be a pediatric neurosurgeon!! i also love volunteering and helping out my community as much as possible! and i like school which is kind of not something freshman say a lot haha. and that’s me!☀️🌸🦋💘💋
Paige: @taylorswift-paige
Hey! I’m Paige & I’m 21 (soon to be 22 😍). I live in Australia and I’ve been listening to Taylor since I was 9. The first time I saw Taylor perform live was at Speak Now and I was completely blown away, since then I’ve been lucky enough to see her perform 6 times. I’m so grateful that little me decided to listen to Taylor as I don’t know where I would be without her lyrics, music, and advice to guide me through life. Thankyou for everything Taylor, I love you so much and I’m so excited for the Lover era 💗😘
Skylar: @skylarswiftie13
Hey I’m Skylar and I’m 15!! I have been loving Taylor ever since I was 5 and I have (obviously) not stopped since. Other than obsessing over Taylor I loveee to run and watch friends and greys !! I have seen Taylor at the 1989 tour Detroit and Rep Detroit and they were hands down the BEST nights of my life and I def cried a TON hahah. I plan on going to Nash and either Chicago or Detroit for next tour! I absolutely cannot wait until the day that I get to wrap my arms around Taylor and thank her for everything she has done for me ahhh. I love you forever and always Taylor!! 🥰❤️🌈🦋✨☀️
@singitswiftie
Hi Taylor I’m ella and I’m turning 17 in August 12th! IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW ALBUM! I just can wait to sing along to all of the songs🥰🥰 you are my absolute favorite human and you helped me with your songs! clean means THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD to me and I just relate to it on a personal level. Thank you for supporting lgbtqia+ always! YOU DESERVE THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD
Makayla @comebackbbehere
Hey T I’m Makayla!! I’m 13 and I’ve loved you since 2009!! My stan song is Come Back... Be Here not only because it’s amazing but because it has helped me through so so so SO much. It’s amazing how you can, with just a song, literally save someone’s life from spiraling downhill. So thank you. Thank you also, for inspiring so many people. Including me! You have inspired me to sing and write songs and songwriting is now a way I have learned to express myself and a way to help me get through the hard times. You have also inspired me to be more of an activist and speak up for what I believe in. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be a proud feminist or be as educated about the LGBTQ+ community!! In conclusion, thank you SO SO SO much for everything you do and just being the beautiful, amazing, inspiring person you are. I love you more than words can express and I can’t wait for August 23rd!!! ps: I really hope we can hug someday 💗
Bessie: @flyawayswift
Hey !! I’m Bessie, I’m 17 and I’m from the UK 🇬🇧!! I love to do Ballet and Tap dancing, but when it comes to Taylor’s music it’s generally just me doing crazy dad-dancing because I cannot stay calm during her songs. There’s aren’t many words which can sum up accurately how much I love Taylor or how grateful I am to have her in my life, but I love her to the moon and back 💛 I’ve been a swiftie for nearly 5 years, and have loved her music since I was 11. I’ve grown up with her as the big sister I never had, and my biggest dream EVER is to give her the biggest hug hehehe 💛💛
ana: @taysfavourite
hey!! i’m ana and i’m 14, i’m from the uk!! i love taylor (ofc) and i do gymnastics, i also love dance and stuff like that!! i am so thankful for taylor bringing me to some of my best friends!! (i’m always open for new friends btw) and yeah i love taylor!so!much! 💋💋💋
alex: @delicateswiftiez137
hi guys! i’m alex and i’m 14 years old. I live in illinois, and i’ve been a fan of taylor ever since I first heard love story and yblwm on the radio as a kid! my stan song is fearless because I love the message it portrays, but recently i’ve been OBESSED with the whole 1989 album because it’s a literal masterpiece! besides taylor related things, one hobby of mine is swimming! i’ve been a swimmer since I was about 2 years old! anyways, I hope you all have the best day! 🧁🌸🦋💗💋
Edith: @twinfiresignsswift
Hi, my name is Edith and I’m a 15 yr old from California! Anything related to cats is my ideal thing. I’m currently the mother of a tabby cat named Jagger who is very shy, grumpy, and introverted just like me, so the two of us get along very well 🥳 both of us are def party poopers. Anyway I enjoy art, especially watercolor! Initially I wanted to become an artist when I grew up, but I realized I would be poor asf, so now I want to major in biology and become some type of zoologist because animals are the best. In 2014, 5th grader me became obsessed with Blank Space and my life immediately changed from that day on. My favorite album is Speak Now because of how magical and well written it is. My 1 brain cell could never manage to write a whole masterpiece like that all by myself. And my stan song is You Are in Love!! It makes my heart go 💕💗💓 I am so incredibly grateful that I got to see Taylor for the first time ever on rep Pasadena night 1. It was the best day of my life :,) I know so many others do not have the same opportunities; I know how they feel, so I try to stay as humble as I can. I would be such a boring and sad person without Taylor and her amazing lyrics. She is such an amazing role model. Thank you for always being there for me, I will love you forever and always, and I am so excited to see what you have in stock❤️
Jess: @jessheartstaylor
hey!! I’m Jess and I’m 14, from the UK!! My stan song is begin again, I love it so much!! IM SO EXCITED FOR LOVER! I can’t wait to see what Taylor has in store for us!! I’m so thankful for Taylor as she’s such an incredible role model and idol to me, her music always cheers me up and she never fails to make me smile!! I love her so much- forever and always!! 💕💞💓💗💖💝
jordan: @fairytaleswift
hey taylor!! the thought of you scrolling all the way down and reading this right now is insane... all of us girls love you with everything inside of us. I have been supporting you for lucky number 13 years!!! I’ve been with you since 2006! I have been to Speak Now, Red, 1989 and Rep! I am so excited for Lover! It has been an honor watching you grow and become the amazing and strong woman you are today. I love you so much taylor... I hope we get to hug soon! 💗🌥🍭🦄🌩🌸🌈💐🦋💗💓🥰💅🏻🌥
Ravae: @vaelovestaytayswift
Hey I’m Ravae!! I’ve loved Taylor for as long as I can remember my sister has listened to her forever so I grew up listening to her!! Taylor inspires me everyday to be a better person and she’s a great role model. Her music helps me through the really rough times but also puts me in a better mood through the good times! I hope to meet you one day! Love you Tay🦋💞🌈💘🥺
Gracie: @inredlipsticks
Hey, Taylor! I’m Gracie and I’m 20 as of June 22nd. I’ve loved you since debut and my favorite album of all time is Fearless. I’ve been fortunate enough to see you four times and hopefully more on the lover tour 💗 along with Taylor, I also love Selena Gomez, Disney, and dogs!! 💗🦋🌸 The four most important things in my life.
Ella: @ellalovesswift
Hey! My name is Ella and I’m 17 years old. I’ve loved Taylor ever since the day my dad thought I needed my own music instead of just listening to his, this was when I was just seven years old and my dad bought me the fearless album and I fell in love with Love Story!! Ever since then I’ve never stopped loving Taylor! Other than her music, I’ve grown up with Taylor and every day she has inspired me to be a better person! My favourite songs are enchanted, better than revenge and dress! I’ve been to the red and reputation tours in Melbourne! Other than Taylor I am a swimmer. I swim a lot and it’s been a part of my life since before Taylor! I hope one day I can hug her and tell her how much she’s impacted my life! I will always stay, love you Tay 💗🦋💓🌸
bri: @briadorestay
hi t! my name is bri and i am 13 (turning 14 on august 19th) i have loved you since i was 5 years old and my stan songs are the archer, ciwyw, and you are in love. the soft songs🥺🥺 i love you so much and i hope you never stop doing what you’re doing because you are so inspiring!! i love u so much buddy! see you one day?🧚‍♀️☁️🌸💘🥺💗⭐️🕊
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bluesfm · 5 years ago
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(  park  chaeyoung  ,  twenty two  ,  &  cisfemale  )  who  ?  these  days  ,  it’s  all  about    blue hyong,  who  comes  from    los  angeles  &  ca    and  is  making  headlines  as  a    singer    .    she   currently  has  a  fan  count  of  42k    ,  no  thanks  to  the  rumors  of  them  being  inflexible  !  but  ,  on  the  other  hand  ,  their  most  devout  fans  say  they’re  actually    imaginative    .  last  i  heard  ,  they  caused  quite  a  buzz  when    she   publicly   dissed    her  new   record    label  and   the   misogynistic  treatment   she  was   receiving   from   their  reps  !  it’s  no  wonder  they  remind  me  of    long   rants   in  the  notes  app   being  posted   to  her   twitter  account  ,  empty  bottles   of  wine  laying  at   recording   studios’   floors   &  notebooks   upon  notebooks   filled  with   lyrics   she  might   never  use   but   refuses   to   let   go  of   .  
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well hello human friends !! n also hello to the non human friends too , wassup . i’m angie a  dumb  noodle  from  the  middle  of  the  south  american  jungle  , and i’m here to introduce yall to this mess i call blue  who’s  a muse i have had  for yrs now n carry w/ me wherever i go , with some minimal changes but she’s still the  same  messy  bitch  on the  inside  don’t  worry  folks !  so   i  will   provide  u w/  some  background  info  on   her  n  some   possible connections  under   the  cut . issa  lil messy  but  we’ve   been  away  for  a while   pls  bear  w me
blue  is  the  only  daughter  to  a  couple   of  south  korean  immigrants  that  came  to   america  when  they  were  in  their  very  early  20s  n  already  expecting  blue  in  order  to  chase  the  american  dream  n  create  a  better  life  for  themselves  n  their  family  .  their  life  was  pretty  hard  for  a  big  part  of  blue’s  childhood  ,  while  they  were  both  studying  n  working  odd  jobs  to  pay  for  their  education  all  the while  taking  care  of  a child .  so  blue  didnt  have  the  best  childhood  ,  not  that  her parents  were  bad  or  anything  they  just  didnt  have  time  for  her  . nowadays  ,  they  are  a  lot  more  comfortable  in  life  ,  since  her  dad  became  a  lawyer  n  her  mom  is  a  nurse  ,  but  they  definitely  didnt  have  an  easy  beginning  .
ok  so  maybe  bc  they  werent  present  durant  most  of  her  childhood  they  didnt  notice  a  lol  of  signs  that  might  have  made  things  a  lot  easier  for  them  ,  bc  by  the  time  they  were  available  to  emotionally  be  there  , during  her  early  teenage  years ,  blue  was  already  kinda  a  mess . she  had  grown  up  w  very  lil  structure  n  refused  the  rules  they  tried  to  instill  on  her  n  was  already  used  to  doing  things  her  own  way  .  that  lead  to  a  lot  of  conflict  between  them  ,  since  they  expected  her  to  study  hard  n  do  well  for  herself  in  a  nine to fiver  when  she  was  already  sure  art  was  the  only  way  to  go  n  while  she  did  ok  ,  she  definitely  wasn’t  as  good  as  her parents  expected  her  to  be .
so  ...  u  know   her  teenage  yrs  were  basic  girl  angsty  she  fought  a  lot  w  her  parents  n  rebelled  frequently  n  ran  away  from  home  like  ...  weekly  ,  but  she  never  rly  had  any  real  hardships  .  life  was  reasonably  good  but  she  always  had  something  to  complain  abt  ...  just  as  she  liked
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but  then  she  reached  her  late  teens    they  all  realized  there  was  something  going  on  other   than  the  usual  teenage  angst  she  displayed  all the time  when  she  had  her  first  manic  episode  .   her  parents  thought  it was  a  “  blue  thing  “  at  first  bc  she  was  usually  a  very  impulsive  person  n  she  rly  didn’t  have  a  habit  of  thinking  before  acting  on  her  impulses  ,   but  her  mom  quickly  noticed  the  signs  of  a  manic  episode  when  she  realized  how  aggitated  n   restless  she  was  , specially  when  blue  described  an   hallucination  she  seemed  to  be  having  .   they  took  her  to  a  psychiatrist  ,  she  was  admitted  to  a  hospital  n  diagnosed  w  type 1  bipolar  disorder  n  very  quickly  medicated .  while  the  medication  brought  her  out  of  her  episode  ,  n  she  was  allowed  to  go  home  after  her  mood  seemed  to stabilize  ,   blue  also  noticed  it  stunted  her  severely  emotionally  n  decided  (  against  medical  n  parental  advice  [  pls  dont  do  it  fam  !!  take  ur  meds  ]  )  to  quit  her  medication  ,  falling  into  her  first  major  depressive  episode  a  few  weeks  afterwards  . n  for  abt  four  years  she’s  been  living  w  her  disorder  ,  n  she  doesn’t  medicate  at  all  .  she’s  super  open  abt  her struggles  n  she  has  a  Lot  of  them  ,  specially  w  how  much  drugs  n  alcohol  she  consumes  .   i  never  said  she  was  smart  yall  .
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ok  so  as  u  probably  assume  ,   blue  is  an  emotional  mess  .  she  has  a   very  chaotic  personality  ,  n  most  of it  isnt  even  from  her  illness or  anything  she  just  is  a  very  chaotic  person  in  general  ?  she  is   one  of  those  artsy  ppl  who  forgets  to  wash  her  own  clothes  so  she  ends  up  wearing  the  same  dress for  like  ,  3 days .  she’s  super  outspoken  n  outgoing  n  rly easy  at  making  friends  if  u  can  get  past  the  dumbass energy  she  exudes 24/7  ?  but  yes  just  a  very  outgoing  person  n  a  outright  mess  most  of  the  time  .  she  is  also  soooo stubborn  u  will  never  get  her  to  change  her  mind  abt  smth  she  believes  to  be  right  about  in  any  way  .  u  just  cant  .  she  loves  a  good  time  n  loves  partying  n  is  the  lack  of  impulse  Queen  soo if  u  got  any  bad  ideas  she  is  the  one   u  should  go  for  if  u  need  any  company  .  also .... so dramatic  .  she  makes  a  big  deal  of  everything  n  has  0  apologies  abt  that  .  just  catch  her  crying  over  high  school  musical  3  or  smth  like  that  .
but  yea  on  the  bad  side  tho  ,  blue  takes  up  n  gives  up  on  projects  so  easily  n  she  can  be  super  fickle  abt  things  in  general  .  like  ,  she  will  defend  an  idea  for  7  hours  but  2  days  later  she’s  already  onto  smth  else  n  doesnt  even  remember  being  so  obsessive  abt  that  other  thing  ?  a  mess .  is  also  Quite  abrasive  ?  if  she  thinks  ur  acting  dumb  shes  not  gonna  be  scared  to  call u  out  on  it  .  can  also  have a  Reaally  explosive  temper  .  not  usually  but  specially  during  manic  episodes  she  can  be  quite  easy  to  annoy  ngl  .  is  very  unreliable  ,  especially  if ur not  too  close  ..  tbh  that  is  something  connected  to  her  disorder  .  when  she’s  on  a  manic  episode  ,  she  will be  too busy  planning  things  she  will  never  get  around  to  doing  or  painting  her  entire  house  or  spending  3  days  awake  n  drunk  writing  17  songs  by  herself  .  n  during  her  depression  is  very  hard  to  get  her  to  do  anything  n  even  if  she  feels  terrible  , she  rly  cant be  an  available  friend  .
in  regards  to  her  sexuality  ,  she’s  an  open  bisexual  and   also  is  a  crazy  romantic  n  falls  so  hard  for  literally  no  reason .  but  like  ...  doesnt  have  the  healthiest  mentality  for  relationships  ?  not  like  in  a  toxic  way  but  she  will usually  give  145%  of  herself  at  all times  n  honestly  believes  all  of  the  ppl  she  falls  for  are  the one (1)  just  wants  to  make  things  work  no  matter  what  .  she’s  v  impulsive  w/  meeting  n  falling  for  ppl  tho  so  things  dont  rly  end  up  working  n  she  always  ends  up  heartbroken  over it  .  Well  .  At least she’s  trying  right  ?
in regards  to  her  career  n  art  , she’s  posted  youtube  covers  n  original  songs  for  a  couple  years  and  gathered a  decent  following  ?  she  wasnt  huge  or  anything  but  she  did  get  a  record  deal  w  an  actual  big  label  out  of  it  a  few  months  ago  .  blue  was  pretty  happy  abt  it  but  then  when  the  recording  process  started  she  realized  they  werent  treating  her  as she  thought  she  deserved  at  all  ?  which  resulted  on her  taking  her  thoughts  to  some  reps  of  the  label  n  when  she  didn’t  feel  any  difference  in  the  way  she  was  being  treated  she  took  it  to  the public  ?  which  definitely  caused  quite a  sitr  bc  she  wasn’t  a  huge  name  but  she  was  big  enough  ?  so  now  she’s  in  some  considerable  trouble  w  her  label  but  Also  more  famous  than  ever  so  they  are  choosing  not  to  bury  her  for  now  ?  she’s  in  some  definite  trouble  though  so  it’ll  be  fun  to  see  what  happens  next  n  what  her  moves  will be  ?  spoiler  alert :  it’ll prob  be  smth  dumb.
i  still have  so  much  to  say  but  i’m  so lazy  wow .  dont  start  ur  intros  so  close  to opening  time  folks  thats  my  tip  as  an  old  internet  auntie  .  OK SO  ONTO  SOME  CONNECTIONS  NOW  
some label  mates  who  she  may  or  may  not  get  along  with  ?
hookups !!  she  prob  has  a  few  she  regrets  too   bc  who  doesnt  am i  right
best  friends !!  ppl  who  actually  support  her  n  she  loves  w  no restrictions  just  love  all  around  friends
exes </3  not  gonna  lie  i  have  some  sad  ideas  abt  this  one
good  influence  bc  blue  is  a  mess she  needs  one  of  those  pls  someone  slap  her  head  n  make  her  drink  some  water
a  fling  she  has  feelings  for  but  may  not  be  requited  ...  i  like  my  romantic  connections  to  be  angsty  did yall  notice
artistic  soulmate  !!  someone  her  artistic  bitch  side  just  vibes  with  ?  could  be  a  songwriter  or  singer or  anything  tbh
some   indecisive  romantic   shit where blue rly  knows  sh’s  too messy  n  this  person  is too amazing ?  but  they still  have  feels  so   ... now  what ?
this is  p  mcuh  it ??  it  has  taken so long  to  finish  this  i  hate  myself  but  HEY  if  u  like  blue  or  dislike  her  u  should  hit  me  up  so  we  can  come  up  w  some  plot  ideas  ?  i wish  i  had  a  quirky  goodbye  idea  but  my  brain  has  just  quit  working  guys  so  u  get  nothing  from  me  other than  a  good  old  fashioned goodbye  thanks  for ur  attention  i  love u
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serenagaywaterford · 5 years ago
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@volatilelovers​ replied to your photoset “ok so like i had a totally other purpose cos it was about me walkin...”
Ok 1) bra deets 2) I want ur dog I'm sorry I just I want to steal him 3) is this like no make up challenge? Hashtag real lesbian bodies? The airbrushing drives me nuts and soooo much so called lesbian content on tumblr is not realistic and therefore kinda lame imo but it's better than nothing. An embodiment person I follow started a series where ppl send in photos of different parts of their own body and idk this remind me of that. That and thirst trap obviously lmao
1) Puma! from Winners lol. It is SO comfy, ngl. The cups are those annoying bikini type removable ones and they can shift a bit but it’s nice and tight, but not too tight. I mean, Puma don’t make the most long-lasting, durable undies but they’re nice while they last. 
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Puma fits small tho. Like this was a medium, and it’s a bit small. And I’m just a regular 34-B/C (depending on the damn company ofc). 
I actually bought it cos of what we were talking about the other day and I was like “i need more sportsbras. sore boobies need gentleness, no more underwires.” (and i gotta say it has helped a lot it seems.) i honestly haven’t really worn sportsbras regularly since...like high school...... so this is all new haha. altho i’m now in the state where if i don’t have to wear a bra at all i won’t. (very different to even 5 years ago when i’d never NOT wear one, even to bed.)
2) he is stupid you can have him lol he has bad breath and won’t stop snuggling and licking toes. he’s a toe licker. he won’t give kisses anywhere else but if you have bare feet watch out. it’s disgusting lol
3) honestly i think that should be a hashtag. i mean so much of the “lesbian content” i post photowise is these perfectly shaped, photoshopped, etc women. probably most of whom aren’t even gay half the time. (the older ones i believe, and they tend to show more real bodies in older women. cos older women aren’t meant to fit in the ~tumblr aesthetic~ anyway.) but with the exception of one or two selfies, i don’t often see actual lesbian bodies here. lots of heavily filtered, posed, aesthetic photos of 18 year olds with perfect bodies. which is like... not most of us?  and to be totally frank, it took me so fucking long to be ok with my body and it wasn’t until i really accepted who i was (AND be around other women consistently naked and had it not matter to them) that i even was comfortable with it. like i’ve always been so, not ashamed, but shy. (and i know if you saw photos from when i was 19 and walking around in like no clothes you’d be like “are you sure? cos you look pretty confident in that teeny bikini or dress.” but inside i was very much not confident. i did it to fit in and be popular lol. sweet sweet (fake) validation, babey!). the self love that comes with being with other women is incredible.  anyway yeah so like i know how my body DOESN’T fit into the ideal aesthetic (and i’ve had plenty of comments in the past irl about my lack of “womanly”/”child bearing” hips, skinny arms, etc etc. the hip thing always kind of made me laugh tho cos i am always like “well, nature knows! good thing i never want kids then if i don’t have the hips for it!!”) but i think it’s important for people to see regular bodies around. like yeah? a little tummy? i used to be devastated by that (and doctors thought i had an ED cos of it) but i’ve come to accept that it ain’t going anywhere cos i’m a female and that’s just how it’s meant to be. esp as we get older. (and my wife insists it’s cute. cos i was skinnier when i met her and she’s like “you look so much better now”, which is similar to the time i lost a lot of weight to get rid of that tummy specifically cos it’s used to be a Big Thing I Hated, and once i put back on some weight my granny was like “oh thank god. you looked really sick before”.) and esp when you come from a culture that doesn’t have more body acceptance. like the first time i went to iceland and to the pool and all the women were just wandering around naked, in all ages and forms, and with zero shame, i wa slike WHAT IS THIS WORLD??? it was baffling to me. cos even in change rooms here it’s quite i dunno hush hush (altho not men’s locker rooms cos i’ve spent a lot of time in those when i was the only girl on the hockey team and they’re just boldly naked and don’t give a single fuck. but women’s lockerrooms? always a bit more...i dunno.). except old ladies who don’t give any shits whatsoever. but all ages there, just going about their business--and i STILL felt insecure which is crazy. i was stared at more for NOT being buttnaked. even the kids were like “wtf”. i want that sort of casual, easy body acceptance and lack of fear of judgement. and i didn’t even shave my pits here (it’s been weeks)... and i forgot until i posted the photos... and then i realised, it seems really obvious to me irl but then i look at the photos, and i’m like “shit, it’s not really noticeable is it? i’ve been freaking out all this time over nothing???” that was pretty stunning tbh. i didn’t realise til i took the photo that it’s not this massive deal. anyway i’m just sort of sick of the “young, thin, hyper-feminine so-called lesbian with long straight hair and sexy undies” ideal (esp when softly touching other young, thin, feminine so-called lesbians). my god just searching “lesbian” on this hellsite is 95% that exact content (that isn’t a comic or illustration which is the only way to see real bodies lol how ironic). god forbid there’s a butch in sight, even a soft butch, or normal body, or natural bush/hair, or tomboy that isn’t super feminine. (the only tomboys allowed are the cute ones with the hipster shirts and backwards ballcap with long hair and perfect eyeliner). we get the occasional professional athlete but that’s it. (where are the regular athletic women, the sporty, muscular women, not hyper-feminine tomboys? where are the stone butches and big old ‘i don’t give a shit bout anything’ dykes? the women who exist outside the ideal BMI and age range? nowhere. cos it doesn’t fit the virgin tumblr aesthetic. it’s not “pleasing” to the majority of users here cos they’re so accustomed to only seeing one type of “lesbian”) but beggars can’t be choosers. and so i reblog the slight bit of shit we do get lol. i dunno, if i was an 18 yr old lesbian i’d be so worried cos i don’t look anything like these girls and no one else i know is either. so just a regular ole boring lesbian body here and it’s imperfect by social standards but it’s fine by my own. tbh i think it’s pretty cool that normal people send in photos of their bodies, just regular, imperfect, everyday people to counteract the mass of bullshit on social media where everyone is so fucking fake. (i assume that’s what you mean by the blogger you mention. i’m guessing it’s not photos of perfect, filter-heavy body parts etc.) and i think in a weird way, being seen --not necessarily validated for it tho-- helps your own ability to appreciate yourself. like not hiding it. just taking that step and posting “this is my leg” esp if you’ve been insecure about it. and you don’t even need the “omg what a beautiful leg! leg power!” sort of social media cheap validation stuff. just the act of posting it. (and i mean...i don’t mean porny, thirst photos to get likes. just... you know normal shit. although i would TOTALLY post my bush if it was allowed just to knock it home that it’s natural. and NICE. and we need to see it more. and i don’t mean in a porn way either. but in the way we see women in art or science books. nonsexual. like that goop episode LMAOOOOO) just as a “this is what it is”. and we all need a little more bodylove i think. and it’s hard to do that when all you see is the insta and tumblr ideal aesthetics absolutely constantly. but i mean i really did just want to show off the bra ...which then turned into showing off the dog lolololol cos he’s ridiculous.
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coolvanessadogsbodyfan · 5 years ago
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Redemption returned
Grotesque is a word that got here to thoughts when a woman pulls her legs via the doors of a dirty clinic. She swayed, felt unusual chilly in that notably drained August countryside. But the rough surroundings was not to blame for the chilly surrounding his body. It was his purpose to step in. His world, filled with journey and joy, was now bullied. It had grow to be detached to him.
The woman was able to verify that there was a life that had been combined inside her for 5 weeks – the life she had fairly unintentionally helped to create an unlucky, drunk one night time
She felt the same sudden nausea that was involved each week before within the presence of a double line in a home being pregnant check window. Wait,. . . what do two strains mean? This can’t happen. He tore another check – two bold blue strains. S ***. He stepped out and pulled out without considering of a cigarette that remained secure till he threw it violently into the ground. Ugh, guess it out. He drove to his telephone within the early morning mild, he rolled his identify. He hesitated, then met it, and when the ring got here, he tried as soon as to take away the throat. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, I know it is early. Can you… Can you talk about the minutes?"
He had referred to as her to drive to the clinic, which was drained in the morning. Whether moral help or curiosity, he did not know and He was simply the only soul he had informed, principally his catholic colleague, pal, roommate and household he had to maintain in the dead of night. The thought of ​​telling them about this hellish mess was incomprehensible, even horrifying.
Nurse, kindly center an previous lady referred to as her back with a chipper. The woman glanced at her companion, and she or he took her hand rigorously to her, guided her to the exam room and helped her to the desk the place she hurriedly raised her shirt.
"Sorry, I have an hour," she muttered eyes fell. "Remember if we do this fast?"
"Of course", Sick The gunner answered sympathetically with a smile. ”Here we go, this seems a bit chilly for the second time. Let's see. Yeah, take a look at that cluster there? It's your child, honey. ”
The woman stared on the black and white image of the display as her coldness went warm and cozy with a dark numbness. He discovered his father's eyes, sincerely in search of his reaction to direct his personal difficult emotions. "I'm here every step of the way, no matter what you decide," he broke: "We are in this together, okay?"
He nodded and closed his eyes. Scorching, indignant tears nervous and tune his face. His body began to tighten and tremble. He pressured himself to observe his baby once more as a result of the contradictory thoughts ran in. I don't want you. You have been born to a mother who regretted you within the moment she noticed you. What if that is the one opportunity for a kid? What do I see extra? Here the rubber strikes the street. Can I stay with myself if I didn't say to you? I would like you. I want you. I hate you. I really like you.
The woman squeezed her hand and turned to the nurse. "Thank you," he stated, respiration deeply. "Yeah, what's next?"
"It's utterly yours, pricey. It's your body, isn't it? ”
– – –
5. August 2015, I made a decision to cease an individual who might have taken his first life on March 29, 2016. I like those days of mourning a toddler who existed however by no means lived outdoors my physique. I respect her by naming her, talking to her, crying for her, praying to her. For a kid who would have melted my coronary heart regardless of the terrible three. A youngster who would in all probability have stored me at night time in moms angst. The boy's father – and the younger man, husband and father – was robbed of the chance to return.
I mirrored sufferers back to this terrible August, many occasions, many occasions ever since, spending hours and hours hardly ultrasound. It’s wrinkled and worn out of my busy retreat to my hometown's arrow wound; as a result of once I stopped being pregnant, and left abruptly out of faculty, I found little purpose to remain. Each a part of me (theoretically) lives a Catholic, passionate graduate scholar, a hopeful author, an educational, a superb and trustworthy one that was crushed in a number of months. For me, these months have been recognized for years. I spent them buried deep in Netflix, hiding eating and crazy social media, feeling myself in the face of anger and contempt.
I received bone fracturing and nervous nausea. I have shed twenty kilos. My hair started to thin and fall. My skin turned pale, uninteresting, embedded. The art of conversation and human interplay slipped. I literally couldn't convey myself away from bed to eat, drink or even exit if I might help it. My buddies began to fret, however I ignored their call and hid in my room once they tried to examine me out. My household had gone to panic, wondering what was incorrect with me. I used to be astonishingly shortly destroyed my former self in a fragile shell.
When a bright-eyed woman with a vivid shell discovered myself tireless, that was the thing of this unforgivable Evil I had completed. This factor I might by no means take again. This thing, as I firmly consider years later, which I might by no means forgive myself – and by no means forgive by God or man.
It’s typically stated that God's work in our life is a mystery that we might be foolish to attempt to understand. I was so scared to share my nervousness about what I might have completed to a toddler – the soul I might have created together with a careless, lustful renunciation – that I didn't dare to go close to the church for almost a yr. I used to be satisfied that I used to be committed to hell and I was out of all salvation. My desperation stored me so tight that I felt I might by no means smile again. It’s unimaginable to imagine that I might ever love – or be beloved – again. For who might love me after I had carried out one thing so selfish, so terrifying?
And I had carried out this for a simple cause that I felt like I couldn’t be a single mother because I used to be determined to be afraid that my attack on high functioning alcoholism quickly began. I moved with my mother and father and began a job search as a result of the unfinished diploma was virtually ineffective. During this era of unemployment began to mingle eagerly, hopping from group to group, in order that nobody would discover how much I drank. Soon, what I referred to as a "social" drink turned normal on most days of the week – 4 or 5 robust drinks. I typically ran residence to my disgrace once I was quite upset – but I never thought I used to be consuming. Spend the weekends with a spell of different "friends" who did not know me afterwards. Sleeping, sleep deprived on a regular basis mornings have been my new commonplace.
Over the subsequent two years, I was capable of plan workplaces that assorted extensively between publishing and cutting-edge know-how for international intelligence and fundraising, however I never took a long time to get kicked out of each job. I used to be indignant, unknown and boastful, clocked out and in with out problem learning and working with others. I hid my wrestle with the inadequacy of indulging in a corrosive comparability by way of social media with other Millennials who I imagined was a perfect and carefree life. This rising resentment unfold shortly and became firmly rooted in My Character. I used to be miserable and shimmering, unable to be thankful for what I had: a loving household, monetary and emotional help, and pals who pale the recurring storms of our atmospheric and isolated occasions.
escape MO did work,. . . Until it was. July 21, 2017 I was (rightly) arrested for drunk driving.
I consider that in the shadow of doubt, if I had not been arrested, I might have determined to kill myself or one other individual, God's ban. I spent twenty-four horrifying hours in jail until my father and brother saved me. Once we drove residence in hidden silence, I used to be amazed at the terrible implementation of what I might have accomplished. I had found the base. After years of failure – personal, skilled, and religious – I was desperate to vary my life. However how? What might probably be a enough substitute for the fact that alcohol has all the time given me, without failure?
At night time, my younger brother, Tacos, fell sharply, however kindly asked me to get assist with all the things he needed. He advised me that the twister I had come – to tear my approach within the lives of others, in addition to mine – was not acceptable. Simply two weeks after my arrest, I came across a help group for alcohol use. It is a marvelous organization that has helped me to realize and keep respect for alcohol since October 2, 2017. By means of day by day meetings, lively service, religious self-discipline and a singular connection, it has now turn into a mannequin of my life.
Without it, I couldn’t have referred to as the facility to forgive myself, let go of my previous and let God construct with me and do with me the best way He needs. Solely once I search for assist, I might see my despair not as a curse however as a present
Typically, as Paul Newman's Luke Jackson says, there may be no real cool hand.
– – –
Once I ran into this furious group, hungry for the which means and function that had looked at me in Catholicism, I discovered myself wandering atheism, agnostism and Buddhism. My anger in the direction of the Church swept and slowly eroded the assumption every day.
Then, once I was working in the twelve steps, I slowly started to experience mental change and religious awakening. I’ve discovered to differentiate uskonni foaming petition sentimental and superficial sentimentality, which had all the time given me permission to share myself and Mr. Dr. Jekylliin Hydeen. I might be my Catholic Character once I took random sexual encounters which are typically delivered to a fruitless company to destroy my conscience. In my social life, I turned an professional in mask Jungian when anybody else of morphene needed me to be. Without the self-sufficiency of the interior mechanism I’ve discovered to control others to awaken specific emotions that might strengthen increasingly more delicate and fleeting self. I obtained in and went to my beloved one's life as I used to be happy with the livid and chaotic hurricane without remorse.
Once I finally referred to as for the braveness to ask God (and myself) for forgiveness, I used to be not on the lookout for a Catholic priest. As an alternative, my "liberty" and healing got here from David, a self-described brazenly homosexual, seventies, whose deviation from the priesthood forty years in the past induced cruel wounds that persecuted him at the moment. We developed intimate recent friendships that I might be grateful eternally. Through the years, my trauma broke down David's palms late within the night time as he struck uncontrollably as he held me a starry, quiet sky.
"Why are you crying?" He asked for a while. [19659002] "I am… Bad," vapors of the wells. "I can not forgive. I'm a murderer. I have killed my own child."
David checked out me mix of horror and compassion. "But you have not destroyed or convicted. You have got been redeemed via Christ. He beloved you then. He loves you very much. ”
Tears stopped all of a sudden, obtrusive respiration slowed." Is he? "I asked, vast eyes and I was afraid of his answer." How can you be so sure? " 19659002] "Because He is greater than any pain you suffered, suffered now or ever", David replied with a relaxing peace that stopped me on my tracks. "You've heard from us a thousand occasions – pay attention! Get away from God whenever you perceive God. Trust Him day by day. Clear the home every single day, serve others, day by day, and then do it once more the subsequent day. In the future at a time. ”
I might simply stare at him foolish I replied vividly that a tremendous smile, his eyes shining when he stated, "I believe so." You must attempt it. ”
So I did.
Maddeningly slowly but certainly, bodily, mental, emotional, and mental sensitivity began to forgive me the uninteresting pain that was not only struck out I need to reside. I threw myself again into my very own life and confirmed increasingly more to my family members – typically in nice ways, but principally in small ones. Every time I made a mistake, I admitted it instantly and asked God what corrective measures I should take. I gave Him a self-discipline to my wild and obscure spirit as my line of will – which had previously been in riot – was ever nearer to Him.
I started to wish every morning and night for others as an alternative of myself. Although this was initially mechanical, I really began to study what was referred to as to me a man and a lady who continues to be sick. I ended preventing my demons and confessed them. Each time I felt aroused or suspicious, I interrupted and requested God to assume or act, which might give me the braveness to adapt the serenity to the accident.
In the long run, he lit the trail to my house church – when I discovered a unprecedented compassion and a resignation from the same Catholic group that I had wrongly assumed would condemn me strictly. But I'm sad that we acerbic-cultural and non secular dialogue provides rise to unnecessary suffering of different ladies who, like me, noticed solely despair and hope within the midst of demise and new life. I say to them: You’ll never ever be alone.
Is that this a cheerful return house that answers come once I need them to be? Typically. At different occasions I can't see them, and ask him for steerage or pay attention in a different way
Have you ever discovered to be pleased more often than not? Isn't that the case?
It's by no means. I mean by no means.
I mean this: As soon as upon a time my detached world has turn into enchanted. I mean, I started digging my life again. I've discovered to offer myself a dream once more, attempt once more, fail once more, love once more, harm once more – not again.
I even dared to chuckle at myself and with the world again. And that is the miracle.
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Redemption returned
Grotesque is a word that got here to thoughts when a woman pulls her legs via the doors of a dirty clinic. She swayed, felt unusual chilly in that notably drained August countryside. But the rough surroundings was not to blame for the chilly surrounding his body. It was his purpose to step in. His world, filled with journey and joy, was now bullied. It had grow to be detached to him.
The woman was able to verify that there was a life that had been combined inside her for 5 weeks – the life she had fairly unintentionally helped to create an unlucky, drunk one night time
She felt the same sudden nausea that was involved each week before within the presence of a double line in a home being pregnant check window. Wait,. . . what do two strains mean? This can’t happen. He tore another check – two bold blue strains. S ***. He stepped out and pulled out without considering of a cigarette that remained secure till he threw it violently into the ground. Ugh, guess it out. He drove to his telephone within the early morning mild, he rolled his identify. He hesitated, then met it, and when the ring got here, he tried as soon as to take away the throat. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, I know it is early. Can you… Can you talk about the minutes?"
He had referred to as her to drive to the clinic, which was drained in the morning. Whether moral help or curiosity, he did not know and He was simply the only soul he had informed, principally his catholic colleague, pal, roommate and household he had to maintain in the dead of night. The thought of ​​telling them about this hellish mess was incomprehensible, even horrifying.
Nurse, kindly center an previous lady referred to as her back with a chipper. The woman glanced at her companion, and she or he took her hand rigorously to her, guided her to the exam room and helped her to the desk the place she hurriedly raised her shirt.
"Sorry, I have an hour," she muttered eyes fell. "Remember if we do this fast?"
"Of course", Sick The gunner answered sympathetically with a smile. ”Here we go, this seems a bit chilly for the second time. Let's see. Yeah, take a look at that cluster there? It's your child, honey. ”
The woman stared on the black and white image of the display as her coldness went warm and cozy with a dark numbness. He discovered his father's eyes, sincerely in search of his reaction to direct his personal difficult emotions. "I'm here every step of the way, no matter what you decide," he broke: "We are in this together, okay?"
He nodded and closed his eyes. Scorching, indignant tears nervous and tune his face. His body began to tighten and tremble. He pressured himself to observe his baby once more as a result of the contradictory thoughts ran in. I don't want you. You have been born to a mother who regretted you within the moment she noticed you. What if that is the one opportunity for a kid? What do I see extra? Here the rubber strikes the street. Can I stay with myself if I didn't say to you? I would like you. I want you. I hate you. I really like you.
The woman squeezed her hand and turned to the nurse. "Thank you," he stated, respiration deeply. "Yeah, what's next?"
"It's utterly yours, pricey. It's your body, isn't it? ”
– – –
5. August 2015, I made a decision to cease an individual who might have taken his first life on March 29, 2016. I like those days of mourning a toddler who existed however by no means lived outdoors my physique. I respect her by naming her, talking to her, crying for her, praying to her. For a kid who would have melted my coronary heart regardless of the terrible three. A youngster who would in all probability have stored me at night time in moms angst. The boy's father – and the younger man, husband and father – was robbed of the chance to return.
I mirrored sufferers back to this terrible August, many occasions, many occasions ever since, spending hours and hours hardly ultrasound. It’s wrinkled and worn out of my busy retreat to my hometown's arrow wound; as a result of once I stopped being pregnant, and left abruptly out of faculty, I found little purpose to remain. Each a part of me (theoretically) lives a Catholic, passionate graduate scholar, a hopeful author, an educational, a superb and trustworthy one that was crushed in a number of months. For me, these months have been recognized for years. I spent them buried deep in Netflix, hiding eating and crazy social media, feeling myself in the face of anger and contempt.
I received bone fracturing and nervous nausea. I have shed twenty kilos. My hair started to thin and fall. My skin turned pale, uninteresting, embedded. The art of conversation and human interplay slipped. I literally couldn't convey myself away from bed to eat, drink or even exit if I might help it. My buddies began to fret, however I ignored their call and hid in my room once they tried to examine me out. My household had gone to panic, wondering what was incorrect with me. I used to be astonishingly shortly destroyed my former self in a fragile shell.
When a bright-eyed woman with a vivid shell discovered myself tireless, that was the thing of this unforgivable Evil I had completed. This factor I might by no means take again. This thing, as I firmly consider years later, which I might by no means forgive myself – and by no means forgive by God or man.
It’s typically stated that God's work in our life is a mystery that we might be foolish to attempt to understand. I was so scared to share my nervousness about what I might have completed to a toddler – the soul I might have created together with a careless, lustful renunciation – that I didn't dare to go close to the church for almost a yr. I used to be satisfied that I used to be committed to hell and I was out of all salvation. My desperation stored me so tight that I felt I might by no means smile again. It’s unimaginable to imagine that I might ever love – or be beloved – again. For who might love me after I had carried out one thing so selfish, so terrifying?
And I had carried out this for a simple cause that I felt like I couldn’t be a single mother because I used to be determined to be afraid that my attack on high functioning alcoholism quickly began. I moved with my mother and father and began a job search as a result of the unfinished diploma was virtually ineffective. During this era of unemployment began to mingle eagerly, hopping from group to group, in order that nobody would discover how much I drank. Soon, what I referred to as a "social" drink turned normal on most days of the week – 4 or 5 robust drinks. I typically ran residence to my disgrace once I was quite upset – but I never thought I used to be consuming. Spend the weekends with a spell of different "friends" who did not know me afterwards. Sleeping, sleep deprived on a regular basis mornings have been my new commonplace.
Over the subsequent two years, I was capable of plan workplaces that assorted extensively between publishing and cutting-edge know-how for international intelligence and fundraising, however I never took a long time to get kicked out of each job. I used to be indignant, unknown and boastful, clocked out and in with out problem learning and working with others. I hid my wrestle with the inadequacy of indulging in a corrosive comparability by way of social media with other Millennials who I imagined was a perfect and carefree life. This rising resentment unfold shortly and became firmly rooted in My Character. I used to be miserable and shimmering, unable to be thankful for what I had: a loving household, monetary and emotional help, and pals who pale the recurring storms of our atmospheric and isolated occasions.
escape MO did work,. . . Until it was. July 21, 2017 I was (rightly) arrested for drunk driving.
I consider that in the shadow of doubt, if I had not been arrested, I might have determined to kill myself or one other individual, God's ban. I spent twenty-four horrifying hours in jail until my father and brother saved me. Once we drove residence in hidden silence, I used to be amazed at the terrible implementation of what I might have accomplished. I had found the base. After years of failure – personal, skilled, and religious – I was desperate to vary my life. However how? What might probably be a enough substitute for the fact that alcohol has all the time given me, without failure?
At night time, my younger brother, Tacos, fell sharply, however kindly asked me to get assist with all the things he needed. He advised me that the twister I had come – to tear my approach within the lives of others, in addition to mine – was not acceptable. Simply two weeks after my arrest, I came across a help group for alcohol use. It is a marvelous organization that has helped me to realize and keep respect for alcohol since October 2, 2017. By means of day by day meetings, lively service, religious self-discipline and a singular connection, it has now turn into a mannequin of my life.
Without it, I couldn’t have referred to as the facility to forgive myself, let go of my previous and let God construct with me and do with me the best way He needs. Solely once I search for assist, I might see my despair not as a curse however as a present
Typically, as Paul Newman's Luke Jackson says, there may be no real cool hand.
– – –
Once I ran into this furious group, hungry for the which means and function that had looked at me in Catholicism, I discovered myself wandering atheism, agnostism and Buddhism. My anger in the direction of the Church swept and slowly eroded the assumption every day.
Then, once I was working in the twelve steps, I slowly started to experience mental change and religious awakening. I’ve discovered to differentiate uskonni foaming petition sentimental and superficial sentimentality, which had all the time given me permission to share myself and Mr. Dr. Jekylliin Hydeen. I might be my Catholic Character once I took random sexual encounters which are typically delivered to a fruitless company to destroy my conscience. In my social life, I turned an professional in mask Jungian when anybody else of morphene needed me to be. Without the self-sufficiency of the interior mechanism I’ve discovered to control others to awaken specific emotions that might strengthen increasingly more delicate and fleeting self. I obtained in and went to my beloved one's life as I used to be happy with the livid and chaotic hurricane without remorse.
Once I finally referred to as for the braveness to ask God (and myself) for forgiveness, I used to be not on the lookout for a Catholic priest. As an alternative, my "liberty" and healing got here from David, a self-described brazenly homosexual, seventies, whose deviation from the priesthood forty years in the past induced cruel wounds that persecuted him at the moment. We developed intimate recent friendships that I might be grateful eternally. Through the years, my trauma broke down David's palms late within the night time as he struck uncontrollably as he held me a starry, quiet sky.
"Why are you crying?" He asked for a while. [19659002] "I am… Bad," vapors of the wells. "I can not forgive. I'm a murderer. I have killed my own child."
David checked out me mix of horror and compassion. "But you have not destroyed or convicted. You have got been redeemed via Christ. He beloved you then. He loves you very much. ”
Tears stopped all of a sudden, obtrusive respiration slowed." Is he? "I asked, vast eyes and I was afraid of his answer." How can you be so sure? " 19659002] "Because He is greater than any pain you suffered, suffered now or ever", David replied with a relaxing peace that stopped me on my tracks. "You've heard from us a thousand occasions – pay attention! Get away from God whenever you perceive God. Trust Him day by day. Clear the home every single day, serve others, day by day, and then do it once more the subsequent day. In the future at a time. ”
I might simply stare at him foolish I replied vividly that a tremendous smile, his eyes shining when he stated, "I believe so." You must attempt it. ”
So I did.
Maddeningly slowly but certainly, bodily, mental, emotional, and mental sensitivity began to forgive me the uninteresting pain that was not only struck out I need to reside. I threw myself again into my very own life and confirmed increasingly more to my family members – typically in nice ways, but principally in small ones. Every time I made a mistake, I admitted it instantly and asked God what corrective measures I should take. I gave Him a self-discipline to my wild and obscure spirit as my line of will – which had previously been in riot – was ever nearer to Him.
I started to wish every morning and night for others as an alternative of myself. Although this was initially mechanical, I really began to study what was referred to as to me a man and a lady who continues to be sick. I ended preventing my demons and confessed them. Each time I felt aroused or suspicious, I interrupted and requested God to assume or act, which might give me the braveness to adapt the serenity to the accident.
In the long run, he lit the trail to my house church – when I discovered a unprecedented compassion and a resignation from the same Catholic group that I had wrongly assumed would condemn me strictly. But I'm sad that we acerbic-cultural and non secular dialogue provides rise to unnecessary suffering of different ladies who, like me, noticed solely despair and hope within the midst of demise and new life. I say to them: You’ll never ever be alone.
Is that this a cheerful return house that answers come once I need them to be? Typically. At different occasions I can't see them, and ask him for steerage or pay attention in a different way
Have you ever discovered to be pleased more often than not? Isn't that the case?
It's by no means. I mean by no means.
I mean this: As soon as upon a time my detached world has turn into enchanted. I mean, I started digging my life again. I've discovered to offer myself a dream once more, attempt once more, fail once more, love once more, harm once more – not again.
I even dared to chuckle at myself and with the world again. And that is the miracle.
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Redemption returned
Grotesque is a word that got here to thoughts when a woman pulls her legs via the doors of a dirty clinic. She swayed, felt unusual chilly in that notably drained August countryside. But the rough surroundings was not to blame for the chilly surrounding his body. It was his purpose to step in. His world, filled with journey and joy, was now bullied. It had grow to be detached to him.
The woman was able to verify that there was a life that had been combined inside her for 5 weeks – the life she had fairly unintentionally helped to create an unlucky, drunk one night time
She felt the same sudden nausea that was involved each week before within the presence of a double line in a home being pregnant check window. Wait,. . . what do two strains mean? This can’t happen. He tore another check – two bold blue strains. S ***. He stepped out and pulled out without considering of a cigarette that remained secure till he threw it violently into the ground. Ugh, guess it out. He drove to his telephone within the early morning mild, he rolled his identify. He hesitated, then met it, and when the ring got here, he tried as soon as to take away the throat. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, I know it is early. Can you… Can you talk about the minutes?"
He had referred to as her to drive to the clinic, which was drained in the morning. Whether moral help or curiosity, he did not know and He was simply the only soul he had informed, principally his catholic colleague, pal, roommate and household he had to maintain in the dead of night. The thought of ​​telling them about this hellish mess was incomprehensible, even horrifying.
Nurse, kindly center an previous lady referred to as her back with a chipper. The woman glanced at her companion, and she or he took her hand rigorously to her, guided her to the exam room and helped her to the desk the place she hurriedly raised her shirt.
"Sorry, I have an hour," she muttered eyes fell. "Remember if we do this fast?"
"Of course", Sick The gunner answered sympathetically with a smile. ”Here we go, this seems a bit chilly for the second time. Let's see. Yeah, take a look at that cluster there? It's your child, honey. ”
The woman stared on the black and white image of the display as her coldness went warm and cozy with a dark numbness. He discovered his father's eyes, sincerely in search of his reaction to direct his personal difficult emotions. "I'm here every step of the way, no matter what you decide," he broke: "We are in this together, okay?"
He nodded and closed his eyes. Scorching, indignant tears nervous and tune his face. His body began to tighten and tremble. He pressured himself to observe his baby once more as a result of the contradictory thoughts ran in. I don't want you. You have been born to a mother who regretted you within the moment she noticed you. What if that is the one opportunity for a kid? What do I see extra? Here the rubber strikes the street. Can I stay with myself if I didn't say to you? I would like you. I want you. I hate you. I really like you.
The woman squeezed her hand and turned to the nurse. "Thank you," he stated, respiration deeply. "Yeah, what's next?"
"It's utterly yours, pricey. It's your body, isn't it? ”
– – –
5. August 2015, I made a decision to cease an individual who might have taken his first life on March 29, 2016. I like those days of mourning a toddler who existed however by no means lived outdoors my physique. I respect her by naming her, talking to her, crying for her, praying to her. For a kid who would have melted my coronary heart regardless of the terrible three. A youngster who would in all probability have stored me at night time in moms angst. The boy's father – and the younger man, husband and father – was robbed of the chance to return.
I mirrored sufferers back to this terrible August, many occasions, many occasions ever since, spending hours and hours hardly ultrasound. It’s wrinkled and worn out of my busy retreat to my hometown's arrow wound; as a result of once I stopped being pregnant, and left abruptly out of faculty, I found little purpose to remain. Each a part of me (theoretically) lives a Catholic, passionate graduate scholar, a hopeful author, an educational, a superb and trustworthy one that was crushed in a number of months. For me, these months have been recognized for years. I spent them buried deep in Netflix, hiding eating and crazy social media, feeling myself in the face of anger and contempt.
I received bone fracturing and nervous nausea. I have shed twenty kilos. My hair started to thin and fall. My skin turned pale, uninteresting, embedded. The art of conversation and human interplay slipped. I literally couldn't convey myself away from bed to eat, drink or even exit if I might help it. My buddies began to fret, however I ignored their call and hid in my room once they tried to examine me out. My household had gone to panic, wondering what was incorrect with me. I used to be astonishingly shortly destroyed my former self in a fragile shell.
When a bright-eyed woman with a vivid shell discovered myself tireless, that was the thing of this unforgivable Evil I had completed. This factor I might by no means take again. This thing, as I firmly consider years later, which I might by no means forgive myself – and by no means forgive by God or man.
It’s typically stated that God's work in our life is a mystery that we might be foolish to attempt to understand. I was so scared to share my nervousness about what I might have completed to a toddler – the soul I might have created together with a careless, lustful renunciation – that I didn't dare to go close to the church for almost a yr. I used to be satisfied that I used to be committed to hell and I was out of all salvation. My desperation stored me so tight that I felt I might by no means smile again. It’s unimaginable to imagine that I might ever love – or be beloved – again. For who might love me after I had carried out one thing so selfish, so terrifying?
And I had carried out this for a simple cause that I felt like I couldn’t be a single mother because I used to be determined to be afraid that my attack on high functioning alcoholism quickly began. I moved with my mother and father and began a job search as a result of the unfinished diploma was virtually ineffective. During this era of unemployment began to mingle eagerly, hopping from group to group, in order that nobody would discover how much I drank. Soon, what I referred to as a "social" drink turned normal on most days of the week – 4 or 5 robust drinks. I typically ran residence to my disgrace once I was quite upset – but I never thought I used to be consuming. Spend the weekends with a spell of different "friends" who did not know me afterwards. Sleeping, sleep deprived on a regular basis mornings have been my new commonplace.
Over the subsequent two years, I was capable of plan workplaces that assorted extensively between publishing and cutting-edge know-how for international intelligence and fundraising, however I never took a long time to get kicked out of each job. I used to be indignant, unknown and boastful, clocked out and in with out problem learning and working with others. I hid my wrestle with the inadequacy of indulging in a corrosive comparability by way of social media with other Millennials who I imagined was a perfect and carefree life. This rising resentment unfold shortly and became firmly rooted in My Character. I used to be miserable and shimmering, unable to be thankful for what I had: a loving household, monetary and emotional help, and pals who pale the recurring storms of our atmospheric and isolated occasions.
escape MO did work,. . . Until it was. July 21, 2017 I was (rightly) arrested for drunk driving.
I consider that in the shadow of doubt, if I had not been arrested, I might have determined to kill myself or one other individual, God's ban. I spent twenty-four horrifying hours in jail until my father and brother saved me. Once we drove residence in hidden silence, I used to be amazed at the terrible implementation of what I might have accomplished. I had found the base. After years of failure – personal, skilled, and religious – I was desperate to vary my life. However how? What might probably be a enough substitute for the fact that alcohol has all the time given me, without failure?
At night time, my younger brother, Tacos, fell sharply, however kindly asked me to get assist with all the things he needed. He advised me that the twister I had come – to tear my approach within the lives of others, in addition to mine – was not acceptable. Simply two weeks after my arrest, I came across a help group for alcohol use. It is a marvelous organization that has helped me to realize and keep respect for alcohol since October 2, 2017. By means of day by day meetings, lively service, religious self-discipline and a singular connection, it has now turn into a mannequin of my life.
Without it, I couldn’t have referred to as the facility to forgive myself, let go of my previous and let God construct with me and do with me the best way He needs. Solely once I search for assist, I might see my despair not as a curse however as a present
Typically, as Paul Newman's Luke Jackson says, there may be no real cool hand.
– – –
Once I ran into this furious group, hungry for the which means and function that had looked at me in Catholicism, I discovered myself wandering atheism, agnostism and Buddhism. My anger in the direction of the Church swept and slowly eroded the assumption every day.
Then, once I was working in the twelve steps, I slowly started to experience mental change and religious awakening. I’ve discovered to differentiate uskonni foaming petition sentimental and superficial sentimentality, which had all the time given me permission to share myself and Mr. Dr. Jekylliin Hydeen. I might be my Catholic Character once I took random sexual encounters which are typically delivered to a fruitless company to destroy my conscience. In my social life, I turned an professional in mask Jungian when anybody else of morphene needed me to be. Without the self-sufficiency of the interior mechanism I’ve discovered to control others to awaken specific emotions that might strengthen increasingly more delicate and fleeting self. I obtained in and went to my beloved one's life as I used to be happy with the livid and chaotic hurricane without remorse.
Once I finally referred to as for the braveness to ask God (and myself) for forgiveness, I used to be not on the lookout for a Catholic priest. As an alternative, my "liberty" and healing got here from David, a self-described brazenly homosexual, seventies, whose deviation from the priesthood forty years in the past induced cruel wounds that persecuted him at the moment. We developed intimate recent friendships that I might be grateful eternally. Through the years, my trauma broke down David's palms late within the night time as he struck uncontrollably as he held me a starry, quiet sky.
"Why are you crying?" He asked for a while. [19659002] "I am… Bad," vapors of the wells. "I can not forgive. I'm a murderer. I have killed my own child."
David checked out me mix of horror and compassion. "But you have not destroyed or convicted. You have got been redeemed via Christ. He beloved you then. He loves you very much. ”
Tears stopped all of a sudden, obtrusive respiration slowed." Is he? "I asked, vast eyes and I was afraid of his answer." How can you be so sure? " 19659002] "Because He is greater than any pain you suffered, suffered now or ever", David replied with a relaxing peace that stopped me on my tracks. "You've heard from us a thousand occasions – pay attention! Get away from God whenever you perceive God. Trust Him day by day. Clear the home every single day, serve others, day by day, and then do it once more the subsequent day. In the future at a time. ”
I might simply stare at him foolish I replied vividly that a tremendous smile, his eyes shining when he stated, "I believe so." You must attempt it. ”
So I did.
Maddeningly slowly but certainly, bodily, mental, emotional, and mental sensitivity began to forgive me the uninteresting pain that was not only struck out I need to reside. I threw myself again into my very own life and confirmed increasingly more to my family members – typically in nice ways, but principally in small ones. Every time I made a mistake, I admitted it instantly and asked God what corrective measures I should take. I gave Him a self-discipline to my wild and obscure spirit as my line of will – which had previously been in riot – was ever nearer to Him.
I started to wish every morning and night for others as an alternative of myself. Although this was initially mechanical, I really began to study what was referred to as to me a man and a lady who continues to be sick. I ended preventing my demons and confessed them. Each time I felt aroused or suspicious, I interrupted and requested God to assume or act, which might give me the braveness to adapt the serenity to the accident.
In the long run, he lit the trail to my house church – when I discovered a unprecedented compassion and a resignation from the same Catholic group that I had wrongly assumed would condemn me strictly. But I'm sad that we acerbic-cultural and non secular dialogue provides rise to unnecessary suffering of different ladies who, like me, noticed solely despair and hope within the midst of demise and new life. I say to them: You’ll never ever be alone.
Is that this a cheerful return house that answers come once I need them to be? Typically. At different occasions I can't see them, and ask him for steerage or pay attention in a different way
Have you ever discovered to be pleased more often than not? Isn't that the case?
It's by no means. I mean by no means.
I mean this: As soon as upon a time my detached world has turn into enchanted. I mean, I started digging my life again. I've discovered to offer myself a dream once more, attempt once more, fail once more, love once more, harm once more – not again.
I even dared to chuckle at myself and with the world again. And that is the miracle.
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Redemption returned
Grotesque is a word that got here to thoughts when a woman pulls her legs via the doors of a dirty clinic. She swayed, felt unusual chilly in that notably drained August countryside. But the rough surroundings was not to blame for the chilly surrounding his body. It was his purpose to step in. His world, filled with journey and joy, was now bullied. It had grow to be detached to him.
The woman was able to verify that there was a life that had been combined inside her for 5 weeks – the life she had fairly unintentionally helped to create an unlucky, drunk one night time
She felt the same sudden nausea that was involved each week before within the presence of a double line in a home being pregnant check window. Wait,. . . what do two strains mean? This can’t happen. He tore another check – two bold blue strains. S ***. He stepped out and pulled out without considering of a cigarette that remained secure till he threw it violently into the ground. Ugh, guess it out. He drove to his telephone within the early morning mild, he rolled his identify. He hesitated, then met it, and when the ring got here, he tried as soon as to take away the throat. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, I know it is early. Can you… Can you talk about the minutes?"
He had referred to as her to drive to the clinic, which was drained in the morning. Whether moral help or curiosity, he did not know and He was simply the only soul he had informed, principally his catholic colleague, pal, roommate and household he had to maintain in the dead of night. The thought of ​​telling them about this hellish mess was incomprehensible, even horrifying.
Nurse, kindly center an previous lady referred to as her back with a chipper. The woman glanced at her companion, and she or he took her hand rigorously to her, guided her to the exam room and helped her to the desk the place she hurriedly raised her shirt.
"Sorry, I have an hour," she muttered eyes fell. "Remember if we do this fast?"
"Of course", Sick The gunner answered sympathetically with a smile. ”Here we go, this seems a bit chilly for the second time. Let's see. Yeah, take a look at that cluster there? It's your child, honey. ”
The woman stared on the black and white image of the display as her coldness went warm and cozy with a dark numbness. He discovered his father's eyes, sincerely in search of his reaction to direct his personal difficult emotions. "I'm here every step of the way, no matter what you decide," he broke: "We are in this together, okay?"
He nodded and closed his eyes. Scorching, indignant tears nervous and tune his face. His body began to tighten and tremble. He pressured himself to observe his baby once more as a result of the contradictory thoughts ran in. I don't want you. You have been born to a mother who regretted you within the moment she noticed you. What if that is the one opportunity for a kid? What do I see extra? Here the rubber strikes the street. Can I stay with myself if I didn't say to you? I would like you. I want you. I hate you. I really like you.
The woman squeezed her hand and turned to the nurse. "Thank you," he stated, respiration deeply. "Yeah, what's next?"
"It's utterly yours, pricey. It's your body, isn't it? ”
– – –
5. August 2015, I made a decision to cease an individual who might have taken his first life on March 29, 2016. I like those days of mourning a toddler who existed however by no means lived outdoors my physique. I respect her by naming her, talking to her, crying for her, praying to her. For a kid who would have melted my coronary heart regardless of the terrible three. A youngster who would in all probability have stored me at night time in moms angst. The boy's father – and the younger man, husband and father – was robbed of the chance to return.
I mirrored sufferers back to this terrible August, many occasions, many occasions ever since, spending hours and hours hardly ultrasound. It’s wrinkled and worn out of my busy retreat to my hometown's arrow wound; as a result of once I stopped being pregnant, and left abruptly out of faculty, I found little purpose to remain. Each a part of me (theoretically) lives a Catholic, passionate graduate scholar, a hopeful author, an educational, a superb and trustworthy one that was crushed in a number of months. For me, these months have been recognized for years. I spent them buried deep in Netflix, hiding eating and crazy social media, feeling myself in the face of anger and contempt.
I received bone fracturing and nervous nausea. I have shed twenty kilos. My hair started to thin and fall. My skin turned pale, uninteresting, embedded. The art of conversation and human interplay slipped. I literally couldn't convey myself away from bed to eat, drink or even exit if I might help it. My buddies began to fret, however I ignored their call and hid in my room once they tried to examine me out. My household had gone to panic, wondering what was incorrect with me. I used to be astonishingly shortly destroyed my former self in a fragile shell.
When a bright-eyed woman with a vivid shell discovered myself tireless, that was the thing of this unforgivable Evil I had completed. This factor I might by no means take again. This thing, as I firmly consider years later, which I might by no means forgive myself – and by no means forgive by God or man.
It’s typically stated that God's work in our life is a mystery that we might be foolish to attempt to understand. I was so scared to share my nervousness about what I might have completed to a toddler – the soul I might have created together with a careless, lustful renunciation – that I didn't dare to go close to the church for almost a yr. I used to be satisfied that I used to be committed to hell and I was out of all salvation. My desperation stored me so tight that I felt I might by no means smile again. It’s unimaginable to imagine that I might ever love – or be beloved – again. For who might love me after I had carried out one thing so selfish, so terrifying?
And I had carried out this for a simple cause that I felt like I couldn’t be a single mother because I used to be determined to be afraid that my attack on high functioning alcoholism quickly began. I moved with my mother and father and began a job search as a result of the unfinished diploma was virtually ineffective. During this era of unemployment began to mingle eagerly, hopping from group to group, in order that nobody would discover how much I drank. Soon, what I referred to as a "social" drink turned normal on most days of the week – 4 or 5 robust drinks. I typically ran residence to my disgrace once I was quite upset – but I never thought I used to be consuming. Spend the weekends with a spell of different "friends" who did not know me afterwards. Sleeping, sleep deprived on a regular basis mornings have been my new commonplace.
Over the subsequent two years, I was capable of plan workplaces that assorted extensively between publishing and cutting-edge know-how for international intelligence and fundraising, however I never took a long time to get kicked out of each job. I used to be indignant, unknown and boastful, clocked out and in with out problem learning and working with others. I hid my wrestle with the inadequacy of indulging in a corrosive comparability by way of social media with other Millennials who I imagined was a perfect and carefree life. This rising resentment unfold shortly and became firmly rooted in My Character. I used to be miserable and shimmering, unable to be thankful for what I had: a loving household, monetary and emotional help, and pals who pale the recurring storms of our atmospheric and isolated occasions.
escape MO did work,. . . Until it was. July 21, 2017 I was (rightly) arrested for drunk driving.
I consider that in the shadow of doubt, if I had not been arrested, I might have determined to kill myself or one other individual, God's ban. I spent twenty-four horrifying hours in jail until my father and brother saved me. Once we drove residence in hidden silence, I used to be amazed at the terrible implementation of what I might have accomplished. I had found the base. After years of failure – personal, skilled, and religious – I was desperate to vary my life. However how? What might probably be a enough substitute for the fact that alcohol has all the time given me, without failure?
At night time, my younger brother, Tacos, fell sharply, however kindly asked me to get assist with all the things he needed. He advised me that the twister I had come – to tear my approach within the lives of others, in addition to mine – was not acceptable. Simply two weeks after my arrest, I came across a help group for alcohol use. It is a marvelous organization that has helped me to realize and keep respect for alcohol since October 2, 2017. By means of day by day meetings, lively service, religious self-discipline and a singular connection, it has now turn into a mannequin of my life.
Without it, I couldn’t have referred to as the facility to forgive myself, let go of my previous and let God construct with me and do with me the best way He needs. Solely once I search for assist, I might see my despair not as a curse however as a present
Typically, as Paul Newman's Luke Jackson says, there may be no real cool hand.
– – –
Once I ran into this furious group, hungry for the which means and function that had looked at me in Catholicism, I discovered myself wandering atheism, agnostism and Buddhism. My anger in the direction of the Church swept and slowly eroded the assumption every day.
Then, once I was working in the twelve steps, I slowly started to experience mental change and religious awakening. I’ve discovered to differentiate uskonni foaming petition sentimental and superficial sentimentality, which had all the time given me permission to share myself and Mr. Dr. Jekylliin Hydeen. I might be my Catholic Character once I took random sexual encounters which are typically delivered to a fruitless company to destroy my conscience. In my social life, I turned an professional in mask Jungian when anybody else of morphene needed me to be. Without the self-sufficiency of the interior mechanism I’ve discovered to control others to awaken specific emotions that might strengthen increasingly more delicate and fleeting self. I obtained in and went to my beloved one's life as I used to be happy with the livid and chaotic hurricane without remorse.
Once I finally referred to as for the braveness to ask God (and myself) for forgiveness, I used to be not on the lookout for a Catholic priest. As an alternative, my "liberty" and healing got here from David, a self-described brazenly homosexual, seventies, whose deviation from the priesthood forty years in the past induced cruel wounds that persecuted him at the moment. We developed intimate recent friendships that I might be grateful eternally. Through the years, my trauma broke down David's palms late within the night time as he struck uncontrollably as he held me a starry, quiet sky.
"Why are you crying?" He asked for a while. [19659002] "I am… Bad," vapors of the wells. "I can not forgive. I'm a murderer. I have killed my own child."
David checked out me mix of horror and compassion. "But you have not destroyed or convicted. You have got been redeemed via Christ. He beloved you then. He loves you very much. ”
Tears stopped all of a sudden, obtrusive respiration slowed." Is he? "I asked, vast eyes and I was afraid of his answer." How can you be so sure? " 19659002] "Because He is greater than any pain you suffered, suffered now or ever", David replied with a relaxing peace that stopped me on my tracks. "You've heard from us a thousand occasions – pay attention! Get away from God whenever you perceive God. Trust Him day by day. Clear the home every single day, serve others, day by day, and then do it once more the subsequent day. In the future at a time. ”
I might simply stare at him foolish I replied vividly that a tremendous smile, his eyes shining when he stated, "I believe so." You must attempt it. ”
So I did.
Maddeningly slowly but certainly, bodily, mental, emotional, and mental sensitivity began to forgive me the uninteresting pain that was not only struck out I need to reside. I threw myself again into my very own life and confirmed increasingly more to my family members – typically in nice ways, but principally in small ones. Every time I made a mistake, I admitted it instantly and asked God what corrective measures I should take. I gave Him a self-discipline to my wild and obscure spirit as my line of will – which had previously been in riot – was ever nearer to Him.
I started to wish every morning and night for others as an alternative of myself. Although this was initially mechanical, I really began to study what was referred to as to me a man and a lady who continues to be sick. I ended preventing my demons and confessed them. Each time I felt aroused or suspicious, I interrupted and requested God to assume or act, which might give me the braveness to adapt the serenity to the accident.
In the long run, he lit the trail to my house church – when I discovered a unprecedented compassion and a resignation from the same Catholic group that I had wrongly assumed would condemn me strictly. But I'm sad that we acerbic-cultural and non secular dialogue provides rise to unnecessary suffering of different ladies who, like me, noticed solely despair and hope within the midst of demise and new life. I say to them: You’ll never ever be alone.
Is that this a cheerful return house that answers come once I need them to be? Typically. At different occasions I can't see them, and ask him for steerage or pay attention in a different way
Have you ever discovered to be pleased more often than not? Isn't that the case?
It's by no means. I mean by no means.
I mean this: As soon as upon a time my detached world has turn into enchanted. I mean, I started digging my life again. I've discovered to offer myself a dream once more, attempt once more, fail once more, love once more, harm once more – not again.
I even dared to chuckle at myself and with the world again. And that is the miracle.
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Redemption returned
Grotesque is a word that got here to thoughts when a woman pulls her legs via the doors of a dirty clinic. She swayed, felt unusual chilly in that notably drained August countryside. But the rough surroundings was not to blame for the chilly surrounding his body. It was his purpose to step in. His world, filled with journey and joy, was now bullied. It had grow to be detached to him.
The woman was able to verify that there was a life that had been combined inside her for 5 weeks – the life she had fairly unintentionally helped to create an unlucky, drunk one night time
She felt the same sudden nausea that was involved each week before within the presence of a double line in a home being pregnant check window. Wait,. . . what do two strains mean? This can’t happen. He tore another check – two bold blue strains. S ***. He stepped out and pulled out without considering of a cigarette that remained secure till he threw it violently into the ground. Ugh, guess it out. He drove to his telephone within the early morning mild, he rolled his identify. He hesitated, then met it, and when the ring got here, he tried as soon as to take away the throat. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, I know it is early. Can you… Can you talk about the minutes?"
He had referred to as her to drive to the clinic, which was drained in the morning. Whether moral help or curiosity, he did not know and He was simply the only soul he had informed, principally his catholic colleague, pal, roommate and household he had to maintain in the dead of night. The thought of ​​telling them about this hellish mess was incomprehensible, even horrifying.
Nurse, kindly center an previous lady referred to as her back with a chipper. The woman glanced at her companion, and she or he took her hand rigorously to her, guided her to the exam room and helped her to the desk the place she hurriedly raised her shirt.
"Sorry, I have an hour," she muttered eyes fell. "Remember if we do this fast?"
"Of course", Sick The gunner answered sympathetically with a smile. ”Here we go, this seems a bit chilly for the second time. Let's see. Yeah, take a look at that cluster there? It's your child, honey. ”
The woman stared on the black and white image of the display as her coldness went warm and cozy with a dark numbness. He discovered his father's eyes, sincerely in search of his reaction to direct his personal difficult emotions. "I'm here every step of the way, no matter what you decide," he broke: "We are in this together, okay?"
He nodded and closed his eyes. Scorching, indignant tears nervous and tune his face. His body began to tighten and tremble. He pressured himself to observe his baby once more as a result of the contradictory thoughts ran in. I don't want you. You have been born to a mother who regretted you within the moment she noticed you. What if that is the one opportunity for a kid? What do I see extra? Here the rubber strikes the street. Can I stay with myself if I didn't say to you? I would like you. I want you. I hate you. I really like you.
The woman squeezed her hand and turned to the nurse. "Thank you," he stated, respiration deeply. "Yeah, what's next?"
"It's utterly yours, pricey. It's your body, isn't it? ”
– – –
5. August 2015, I made a decision to cease an individual who might have taken his first life on March 29, 2016. I like those days of mourning a toddler who existed however by no means lived outdoors my physique. I respect her by naming her, talking to her, crying for her, praying to her. For a kid who would have melted my coronary heart regardless of the terrible three. A youngster who would in all probability have stored me at night time in moms angst. The boy's father – and the younger man, husband and father – was robbed of the chance to return.
I mirrored sufferers back to this terrible August, many occasions, many occasions ever since, spending hours and hours hardly ultrasound. It’s wrinkled and worn out of my busy retreat to my hometown's arrow wound; as a result of once I stopped being pregnant, and left abruptly out of faculty, I found little purpose to remain. Each a part of me (theoretically) lives a Catholic, passionate graduate scholar, a hopeful author, an educational, a superb and trustworthy one that was crushed in a number of months. For me, these months have been recognized for years. I spent them buried deep in Netflix, hiding eating and crazy social media, feeling myself in the face of anger and contempt.
I received bone fracturing and nervous nausea. I have shed twenty kilos. My hair started to thin and fall. My skin turned pale, uninteresting, embedded. The art of conversation and human interplay slipped. I literally couldn't convey myself away from bed to eat, drink or even exit if I might help it. My buddies began to fret, however I ignored their call and hid in my room once they tried to examine me out. My household had gone to panic, wondering what was incorrect with me. I used to be astonishingly shortly destroyed my former self in a fragile shell.
When a bright-eyed woman with a vivid shell discovered myself tireless, that was the thing of this unforgivable Evil I had completed. This factor I might by no means take again. This thing, as I firmly consider years later, which I might by no means forgive myself – and by no means forgive by God or man.
It’s typically stated that God's work in our life is a mystery that we might be foolish to attempt to understand. I was so scared to share my nervousness about what I might have completed to a toddler – the soul I might have created together with a careless, lustful renunciation – that I didn't dare to go close to the church for almost a yr. I used to be satisfied that I used to be committed to hell and I was out of all salvation. My desperation stored me so tight that I felt I might by no means smile again. It’s unimaginable to imagine that I might ever love – or be beloved – again. For who might love me after I had carried out one thing so selfish, so terrifying?
And I had carried out this for a simple cause that I felt like I couldn’t be a single mother because I used to be determined to be afraid that my attack on high functioning alcoholism quickly began. I moved with my mother and father and began a job search as a result of the unfinished diploma was virtually ineffective. During this era of unemployment began to mingle eagerly, hopping from group to group, in order that nobody would discover how much I drank. Soon, what I referred to as a "social" drink turned normal on most days of the week – 4 or 5 robust drinks. I typically ran residence to my disgrace once I was quite upset – but I never thought I used to be consuming. Spend the weekends with a spell of different "friends" who did not know me afterwards. Sleeping, sleep deprived on a regular basis mornings have been my new commonplace.
Over the subsequent two years, I was capable of plan workplaces that assorted extensively between publishing and cutting-edge know-how for international intelligence and fundraising, however I never took a long time to get kicked out of each job. I used to be indignant, unknown and boastful, clocked out and in with out problem learning and working with others. I hid my wrestle with the inadequacy of indulging in a corrosive comparability by way of social media with other Millennials who I imagined was a perfect and carefree life. This rising resentment unfold shortly and became firmly rooted in My Character. I used to be miserable and shimmering, unable to be thankful for what I had: a loving household, monetary and emotional help, and pals who pale the recurring storms of our atmospheric and isolated occasions.
escape MO did work,. . . Until it was. July 21, 2017 I was (rightly) arrested for drunk driving.
I consider that in the shadow of doubt, if I had not been arrested, I might have determined to kill myself or one other individual, God's ban. I spent twenty-four horrifying hours in jail until my father and brother saved me. Once we drove residence in hidden silence, I used to be amazed at the terrible implementation of what I might have accomplished. I had found the base. After years of failure – personal, skilled, and religious – I was desperate to vary my life. However how? What might probably be a enough substitute for the fact that alcohol has all the time given me, without failure?
At night time, my younger brother, Tacos, fell sharply, however kindly asked me to get assist with all the things he needed. He advised me that the twister I had come – to tear my approach within the lives of others, in addition to mine – was not acceptable. Simply two weeks after my arrest, I came across a help group for alcohol use. It is a marvelous organization that has helped me to realize and keep respect for alcohol since October 2, 2017. By means of day by day meetings, lively service, religious self-discipline and a singular connection, it has now turn into a mannequin of my life.
Without it, I couldn’t have referred to as the facility to forgive myself, let go of my previous and let God construct with me and do with me the best way He needs. Solely once I search for assist, I might see my despair not as a curse however as a present
Typically, as Paul Newman's Luke Jackson says, there may be no real cool hand.
– – –
Once I ran into this furious group, hungry for the which means and function that had looked at me in Catholicism, I discovered myself wandering atheism, agnostism and Buddhism. My anger in the direction of the Church swept and slowly eroded the assumption every day.
Then, once I was working in the twelve steps, I slowly started to experience mental change and religious awakening. I’ve discovered to differentiate uskonni foaming petition sentimental and superficial sentimentality, which had all the time given me permission to share myself and Mr. Dr. Jekylliin Hydeen. I might be my Catholic Character once I took random sexual encounters which are typically delivered to a fruitless company to destroy my conscience. In my social life, I turned an professional in mask Jungian when anybody else of morphene needed me to be. Without the self-sufficiency of the interior mechanism I’ve discovered to control others to awaken specific emotions that might strengthen increasingly more delicate and fleeting self. I obtained in and went to my beloved one's life as I used to be happy with the livid and chaotic hurricane without remorse.
Once I finally referred to as for the braveness to ask God (and myself) for forgiveness, I used to be not on the lookout for a Catholic priest. As an alternative, my "liberty" and healing got here from David, a self-described brazenly homosexual, seventies, whose deviation from the priesthood forty years in the past induced cruel wounds that persecuted him at the moment. We developed intimate recent friendships that I might be grateful eternally. Through the years, my trauma broke down David's palms late within the night time as he struck uncontrollably as he held me a starry, quiet sky.
"Why are you crying?" He asked for a while. [19659002] "I am… Bad," vapors of the wells. "I can not forgive. I'm a murderer. I have killed my own child."
David checked out me mix of horror and compassion. "But you have not destroyed or convicted. You have got been redeemed via Christ. He beloved you then. He loves you very much. ”
Tears stopped all of a sudden, obtrusive respiration slowed." Is he? "I asked, vast eyes and I was afraid of his answer." How can you be so sure? " 19659002] "Because He is greater than any pain you suffered, suffered now or ever", David replied with a relaxing peace that stopped me on my tracks. "You've heard from us a thousand occasions – pay attention! Get away from God whenever you perceive God. Trust Him day by day. Clear the home every single day, serve others, day by day, and then do it once more the subsequent day. In the future at a time. ”
I might simply stare at him foolish I replied vividly that a tremendous smile, his eyes shining when he stated, "I believe so." You must attempt it. ”
So I did.
Maddeningly slowly but certainly, bodily, mental, emotional, and mental sensitivity began to forgive me the uninteresting pain that was not only struck out I need to reside. I threw myself again into my very own life and confirmed increasingly more to my family members – typically in nice ways, but principally in small ones. Every time I made a mistake, I admitted it instantly and asked God what corrective measures I should take. I gave Him a self-discipline to my wild and obscure spirit as my line of will – which had previously been in riot – was ever nearer to Him.
I started to wish every morning and night for others as an alternative of myself. Although this was initially mechanical, I really began to study what was referred to as to me a man and a lady who continues to be sick. I ended preventing my demons and confessed them. Each time I felt aroused or suspicious, I interrupted and requested God to assume or act, which might give me the braveness to adapt the serenity to the accident.
In the long run, he lit the trail to my house church – when I discovered a unprecedented compassion and a resignation from the same Catholic group that I had wrongly assumed would condemn me strictly. But I'm sad that we acerbic-cultural and non secular dialogue provides rise to unnecessary suffering of different ladies who, like me, noticed solely despair and hope within the midst of demise and new life. I say to them: You’ll never ever be alone.
Is that this a cheerful return house that answers come once I need them to be? Typically. At different occasions I can't see them, and ask him for steerage or pay attention in a different way
Have you ever discovered to be pleased more often than not? Isn't that the case?
It's by no means. I mean by no means.
I mean this: As soon as upon a time my detached world has turn into enchanted. I mean, I started digging my life again. I've discovered to offer myself a dream once more, attempt once more, fail once more, love once more, harm once more – not again.
I even dared to chuckle at myself and with the world again. And that is the miracle.
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selected tweets 2016-17
These are tweets from my first @luisneer twitter account. Recently I made a new twitter account with the same username, after having deleted my account and having been without twitter for several months. These tweets are from August 2016 to March 2017, which was most of my first year of college at Shepherd University, in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. I don't go to Shepherd anymore; I transferred to West Virginia University, in Morgantown, WV, after my second semester. My tweets from late March 2017 to [July or August] 2017, when I deleted my twitter, were not archived. 
I'm creating this blog post so the world will have access to some of my tweets from the deleted @luisneer, in case they have any merit as literature. I'm still not sure if I will continue to use twitter in 2018/the future. Usually when I use twitter I feel like I'm actually wanting to be doing something else, but I don't know what; or wanting to be using "another app" that doesn't exist. Twitter generally seems bad for me. Questions about my tweets August 2016-March 2017 can be directed at [email protected]. Thank you
    2016
   morgantown has ~48 vape shops
 **morgantown has ~480 vape shops
 siri has werner herzog-like inflections
 considering changing outfits when i take several walks in one day (so nobody thinks im a serial killer, stalker, spy, alien)
 think i remember ~5% of things i said today
 imagined vague connection btwn 'vitamin d' and 'reptar'
 felt distinctly that i was a monkey or chimpanzee while crouching in the corner of my dorm room eating peanuts out of a jar
 just thought (as a request to my mom) 'fax me my skateboard...'
 looked at toilet in bathroom stall with expression of 'utter terror' for what felt like ~15 seconds while it flushed
 listening to bright eyes with headphones at house show
 feel that the toothpaste i use is advancing decay of my teeth
 feel 100% certain that i could train myself to use telepathy to operate my phone during classes
 enjoying the sensation of my right leg 'falling asleep' during psychology class (left foot is also 'asleep')
 felt 'sociopathic' after eye contact w library worker who watched me pick up & pocket a pair of apple headphones someone had left on a chair
 left stolen apple headphones on gray bench across the street from my dorm
 repeatedly placed/removed sunglasses while walking in hallway
 strong desire to remove all positive patterns from my life and perpetuate/embrace all negative ones
 feel that my laptop 'knows' which parts of its screen im looking at
 in winchester, VA
 thought of my own music as having 'no compelling audible elements'
 thought of myself as being legally named 'the fuck up', then couldnt remember my actual name
 successfully, i feel, duplicated 'sociopath facial expression' during eye contact with arch-nemesis in stairwell
 ive taken 13800mg ibuprofen since i got to college
 feel compelled to ask my 9 yr old brother for advice re 'college-level' personal issues
 feel smart after sitting on couch in painting studio + reading art magazines for 2 hours
 persistent notion that 100% of students at my college personally hate me
 psychology professor muttered something like 'scary snake... endocrine system...'
 feeling heavily drugged/sedated in psych class
 psych professor seems obsessed with/terrified by snakes
 imagined kanye smoking crystal meth and tweeting something like 'please help me... cant feel mouth... need help'
 saw a moth at open mic, thought about god
 experiencing difficulty trying to smile
 enjoying using numerous cliches ('the case is closed', 'taking a step back', 'harsh realities') in an essay
 intrigued by conversation i had 9 hrs ago w/ 2 boys who countered my tone (calm, eloquent) exactly by being loud and rude in a friendly way
 felt simultaneously really cute and really lonely while giggling with my mouth closed in french class
 imagined kanye inventing the word 'compactualize' and using it in a sentence during a televised interview
 enjoyed 8-sentence john updike bio in norton lit anthology
 perceived person standing outside bathroom stall occupied by me could 'sense', via something like echolocation, that i was/am depressed
 spoke to french professor in what felt like a distinct persona/alternate luis neer called 'marge simpson voice' luis neer
 feel confidently that the public debut of 'marge simpson voice' luis neer was a success
 feel that 'marge simpson voice' luis neer is the culmination of an unconscious process that initiated in my mind maybe 3-5 years ago
 i want to identify/analyze additional alternate luis neers
 i dont like videos
 i came to college and got weirder, better at writing, more arrogant, more defeated, more sensible
 simultaneously feel that i should run 3 miles and that, at this moment, i would be incapable of running any distance
 feel urged to draw new attention to my 'marge simpson voice' tweets
 huge power outage at shepherd lol
 realized theres no such thing as a 'nation'
 remembered ive blown off obligations to several people, not just one person, so my irresponsibility doesnt 'have a focus', felt comforted
 feel that my follower count is 'crystallized' / will never increase or decrease ever again
 struggled to convert 'stick-and-poke' to past tense during conversation in line at sheetz
 feel it would be pleasurable to take a donut + bottle of coca-cola from this sheetz via armed robbery
 crossed busy road, felt really surprised i didnt get hit by a car, also i wasnt wearing glasses, was walking to sheetz, bought an icee
 laughed alone in my dorm thinking that i should print out a picture of barack obama to put on my wall
 drank from separate glasses containing soymilk, coffee, iced coffee, apple juice, cranberry juice, water, sprite for dinner/breakfas
 just thought 'from adorno to zizek' sans context while shitting
 opened gmail, emailed my father, closed gmail, opened gmail again, viewed email to my father, forwarded it to myself
 'camcorder' would be a good band name
 i thought arnold palmer had already died
 willem dafoe doesnt make me uncomfortable
 i want to stop being mean
 i hate bfs but i want to be someones bf
 wishing i was in a car with friends and no cellular service
 tangled up in myself and others
 twin peaks is depicted as a small town but its population is greater than that of every city in west virginia including the state capital
 eating shark
 thought of my own intelligence as 'frightening'
 thought while walking to class that ginger ale should be made public domain
 had the stitches on my chin removed today, touched the scar tissue for the first time
 i miss being in therapy
 i love carpet
 i love carpet !!
 just thought about my own tweets and lol'd
 mood lately very fragile
 this is what i get for staying up til 5 am
 all night i've felt a wave of dread swelling up, now it's really hitting me
 sound of laughter in public still frightening + unnerving
 my instinct for when to unfriend people on facebook has adapted so that i unfriend people over statuses that make me feel no emotions at all
 fuck, im feeling so much terror
 gucci mane was born 3 days before conor oberst
 the other day i mentioned that i was a poet and this vape guy interrupted me to say "and you didnt know it" and i went fucking nuclear
 interacted with mailman who was picking up mail as i was trying to mail chapbooks, he didnt notice at first that i was talking to him
 what if old people have secrets
 my dad is making me root for a football team but im in pain emotionally
 i feel guilty in general
 thought of my poem "portrait of a nation without any people" as the "lead single" for my full length; it appeared in potluck 14 months ago
 im close friends with satan rn
 feel like travis scott never intended for people to spell his name with a $
 from now on every time i get honey on something ill list the thing in this thread
 finger
 desk
 coffee cup exterior
 pajama pants
 knee
 carpet
 chin
 phone
 shirt
 shoe
 thought that my elderly geography prof. moves by "shuffling"
 feeling shorter, broader
 the only part of the new bright eyes box set i want is the booklet
 is there a booklet? i know there are nvr b4 sn photos
 the song "lime tree" came to conor oberst in a dream
 i like citing things in MLA
 i write essays by pretending im werner herzog
 doesnt seem to be getting later
 lit professor gave my project (sequence of 6 sonnets) a C, i wish she would have gotten me expelled, shelley + ginsberg both were expelled
 heard someone in another room ask "where's wal-mart?" as if wal-mart were a person whose location could change
 i think i just swallowed a filling while eating popcorn, i am very scared, please help
 crazy how things get worse
 there are people on my floor having tons of fun and im upset
 bit my mattress while sitting in the chair next to my bed
 weird that chance the rapper only has 2.4 million followers when he's sort of one of the most famous artists in the world rn
 also weird that donald trump has made 34,000 tweets, seems like an incredibly large number
 the strangeness of yesterday was, for me, augmented by people on the internet talking about a tv show that ive never seen or heard about
 the sunlight is obscene
 im so upset about the sun being so bright im afraid to go outside
 im glad im the only poet who likes trailer park boys
 i slept in a blanket fort under my bed and havent left it all day
 yr = your ur = you're
 my favorite things are pdfs
 now that ive adapted my living space to allow me to never leave my blanket fort i feel like my roommate, omar, exists in a parallel universe
 i hear him but i never see him
 i love latte art, i drink many lattes
 thought that twitter "isn't worth it" in an upset tone while drinking mtn dew
 felt pleasant considering uniqueness of all parent-offspring relationships
 went through my closet + made sure all shirts and jackets were zipped/buttoned
 my blanket is generating flashes of light from static electricity
 record store guy became visibly sick of me several months ago; feel a little guilty every time i enter his store to spend money
 i prefer EPs
 felt "out of control" walking downhill listening to dead kennedys with headphones
 writing an essay is difficult because idk how much relevant information other people have already considered / moved on from
 have been wanting to write at least one poem inside my blanket fort but i don't think it's going to happen, i don't know why
 the internet isn't big enough
 usually when i think "i dont understand the uproar about [event]" i realize there is no "uproar"
 "uproar" is media's way of manipulating the public spotlight and distracting people from important tasks
 feeling helpless + melancholy after dying 15 times and killing 2 stormtroopers in star wars battlefront
 the only way to attain conor oberst-level emo hair is to lay in bed and sob for hours
 i'm sad
 my mom was confused when i told her my first book comes out today
 was luis neer in odd future
 thought "sometimes i just want to end it and start all over" in an exasperated tone re my goodreads account
 becoming increasingly convinced it would be best for me personally to take myself extremely seriously/never joke about myself
 thinking that my tweets would seem terrible if i were a senator/governor/other politician
 imagined doomsday device for future @starwars movies: the "death train," a normal train that exists in space and destroys planets
 how does anyone do it
 in science fiction movies, spacecraft usually look like shopping malls
 everyone in the world is high except me
 feel like i want to have poems published immediately
 having delusions of grandeur
 im sitting on my record player
 my most-used word in 2016 was "bleak"
 prepared and ate garbanzo beans w a lot of rosemart at 2:00 AM
 my brother has a friend over and is being mean to the friend
 all i want for christmas is to never cheer up, ever
 watching eyes wide shut and hugging duckuc
 my nose feels like it's going to bleed
 im sad because every bf looks like me
 getting better at eating ice cream by punching it with my tongue
 the internet is too freaky...
 i think 2017 will be a year of realizing things
 im watching the angry birds movie
 the angry birds movie is so shitty... why was it made...
 ive never had a new years kiss
   2017
   im weird
 eating medicinal ice cream
 im not going to do any drugs in 2017
 made a medicinal phone call
 i want to drink some blood
 i dreamed that roger ebert wrote a negative review of life after ppl and called it "liner notes"
 years dont kill people
 feel inexplicably/explicably really scared about the future of my poetry career
 i've felt stoned since i was a baby
 downloading google earth
 made eye contact in starbucks with possible luis neer incarnation from ~50 years in future; bon jovi "dead or alive" played through speakers
 realised that at some point in the future i will become extremely interested in watching football
 i recommend reading poems extremely slowly while touching the text with your middle finger/index finger
 experiencing cognitive dissonance
 used phonetic clues to correctly predict meaning of & use the word "tandem" while discoursing with myself internally
 i miss steel pedal guitar sounds on conor oberst songs
 my previous incarnation "college luis neer" has evolved to become "high school luis neer-like luis neer in college setting"
 thought "man, i got to stop caring what people think about me" in an emphatic tone that seemed confusing/interesting
 mediocore
 beyonce is cool i think
 i want to re-read "v for vendetta" and to not tweet about it
 remembered that i own a pinata
 i will be at awp
 how could i make twitter a better place
 i saw 4 people wearing yeezys in dc this weekend
 feeling increasingly self-conscious about how much i use the phrase "in the world" or refer to "the world" in poems
 felt robot-like while attaching detachable headphones cord to my headphones while wearing the headphones
 watching shepherd univ lacrosse team practice from "safety of" student center
 i invented releasing two chapbooks in one day
 im dumber than me
 reasoned mentally that im more likely to produce accurate drawings of myself because "i basically look like a bird, so i just draw a bird"
 i want to have a "fake tweet" (e.g. a simple phrase) to tweet repeatedly every time i feel urged to tweet an uninformed/unimportant opinion
 my fake tweet for the foreseeable future will be "i dropped my textbook in the stairwell". when i tweet this it means i have an opinion
 i dropped my textbook in the stairwell
 does anyone remember the chapter of "the hobbit" where bilbo avoids starvation by ingesting peanut butter, honey, cherry nyquil, and water
 sensed that all my college friends just simultaneously shifted from having vague/non-serious negative feelings about me to hating me
 resulting from continuous building of irrepressible/inevitable conjecture in the friends' conscious thoughts
 eating chicken and squash
 i click on 100% of poetry links tweeted by poets i follow
 when i was writing Waves i was obsessed with waves (e.g. energy waves, frequencies) and used the word "waves" at least ~10 times every day
 i dropped my textbook in the stairwell
 white nike swooshes on shoes of boy in library look vibrant/magical
 terrified of being cool
 walked to library really slowly while listening to noise music through big headphones
 i was really, really yung when i started publishing and i'm still really yung
 2 chainz always looks like he's walking in an airport
 i have 5 twitters
 i didnt know what bill paxton looked like, i was thinking RIP gene hackman
 why doesnt anyone blog about me
 thesis statements arent real
 thinking about my book
 i deleted both my tumblrs by accident
 sad about my tumblr
 my name is all over the internet
 im a lizard
 someday there'll be no more ppl
 a lot of conor oberst song titles have parentheses
 feeling sad about the actions of my clone, who passed away
 idk how to use venmo or what it is
 present-day tumblr is like the end of the never ending story where atreyu is talking with the rock biter and the nothing is swirling around
 when someone, anyone, is upset with me im afraid im going to be assassinated
 the views-era apple music ads that depict drake working hard in the studio have really affected and inspired me
 on tumblr i have 4 followers
 almost all of my tweets seem unimportant
 feel that if someone told me that one of my tweets made them upset i would just apologize and delete it
 ground control to commander venus
 i like my new tumblr
 i would be wearing a cardigan rn but i dont have one
 feel that i will continue to generate bright eyes-related content throughout my life
 is everything ok
 i look like michael moore
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Life Sentence (2018)
Random TV show review...
[Spoilers]
Now that I’m done watching the series, I wanted to give my opinion on this. I’m not surprised it was cancelled after the first & only season. This show was a mess. Not all time time but more often than not.
You should know I have a unique perspective on this show as some of you also probably do as well. I have had several people in my family who had to battle various forms of cancer. *My sister was diagnosed at 15 and again 10 yrs later. She is happy, healthy & doing well now though. 👍
What I like about the show: 1) The actors. I really like Dylan Walsh, and I love Lucy Hale and this show introduced me to other actors which are pretty good. In the whole series the acting was great. 2) The small town setting was refreshing. 3) The potential & the premise of the show - which was advertised as something along the lines of learning to live again when your mindset was focused on not planning for a future.
What I have issues with:
1) The lack of research. Medically speaking - one doesn’t look fabulous when getting chemotherapy, radiation & other medication. They could have tried to make the flashbacks of Stella look less pretty. I love be in Canada with great healthcare. However, we still have to pay for certain drugs (especially clinical trials & certain bone drugs to prep for donating bone marrow.) We pay about $20-$30/day for parking at the hospitals. Even with my family’s health insurance (on top of government paid healthcare) we have to pay a lot out of pocket. I would assume I’m the USA it would be so much worse. Think of 8 yrs of tests, treatments, cost of a room at the hospital etc. Stella’s family seemed to be middle class but one would have to be Oprah-rich in order to afford it. But it’s a tv show so I actually didn’t mind it all that much. What I DID have an issue with was how Stella is ‘cured’. Doctors don’t throw that term around. Both times when my sister was ‘cured’ of cancer (and everyone else I know who had it) they called it ‘in remission’. There are tons of follow up appointments. Oncologist visits every 6 months for up to 5 yrs then once a yr for the next five. At 10 yrs they stop. But there are also The family doctor annual appointments, optometrist appointments (as radiation and chemo can damage the eyes). After my sister was in remission she had zero immune system and the doctors said no one recovering from cancer should even be around people and they urged her not to work for between 12-18monthd. prednisone was a drug to help fight off infections and people gain weight like crazy. My sister gained weight and her face blew up bigger than my giant head. With having no hair she had a huge hit to her self esteem. In this show Stella not only looks gorgeous during & after treatment, she has all her hair, no radiation burns, not even that pale. Some people don’t grow their hair back at all. And she goes off on a plane and gets a job. Not only is she chipper but she’s got energy. My sister, after being in remission for a year, had to take about 3 naps a day still and she was working part time. And sex? When you’re that tired, have no hair and your libido is gone, you don’t want sex. The show could have used that for drama but it was another missed opportunity. Also, people go to extremes (about their own health) when people are sick. My dad & I both had a 3 month long cold when my sister was sick (psychosomatic). As soon as she was in remission the colds miraculously went away. Other people ignore their own health (some don’t eat enough for eat right, some don’t get enough sleep). I also remember waking up with a sore knee once and was convinced it was a tumour. My paranoia also went away when I realized she was in remission. There are lots of opportunities the writers/creators missed out on. They could have at least tried.
2) The marriage. Cute idea. Not bad, but it was handled poorly. Every 2 seconds Stella goes on about the two of them having ‘problems’ which are basically a disagreement. Not real problems. Seriously...like, once she new she was so-called ‘cured’ she could have brought up the idea of ‘dating’ her husband. And have fun, supportive and all that. But instead they have one issue and she acts like their marriage is doomed. No, it’s called being an adult. People disagree so it’s not the end of the world. The marriage counseling but had potential but it ended up being a gimmick. You never really see Stella and Wes doing much to get to know each other. There are no fights over the cap being on/off the toothpaste or laundry etc. So their ‘marriage’ felt like a non-event to me and I could care less if they were together. Mostly though, they complained about their ‘problems’ in their marriage more than actually spending time together.
3) The family. I love that the family were supportive but there was very little about how Stella’s illness effected them. I liked when her brother Aiden tells her how he got in the car crash and how he tried to make money to help out. I feel like there could be more though. Jealousy between siblings for trying to get attention either from parents, friends or random people is very real. Years after my sister was healed I would run into someone from high school and they’d ask ‘how’s your sister’ before asking me how I was. I learned to deal with it but when I was 13 and she was ill the first time I did feel terrible like no one cared about ME. When you have no money because it’s going to hospital bills so you can socialize they way your peers are, and your parents are always with your sister and you’re only contacts with everyone is a quick hi/bye and hug before you’re left alone...it’s awful. Obviously not as bad as being ill but it does effect you. Some people even get traumatized & have PTSD as a result of watching their loved ones being tortured with treatment. So there could have been so much more here.
4) The love triangle. I felt kind of insulted that this was in the show. Like, she JUST got so-called ‘cured’. Couldn’t you wait I dunno a year first before bringing up that overused theme? The characters were fine but that’s such a boring & overdone plot device. I kept rolling my eyes at it. This show should have had Stella enjoying her marriage (with or without her sex drive) and then a year later she developed feelings for Will (or someone else). Then it would feel more organic and less forced. Plus we would all love Wes by then and be invested in them as a couple.
5) Stella’s friends. She met Sadie which I liked but where are the others? Friends from before she was diagnosed...flashbacks to them not talking to her would have been good. They might not be able to see someone they love, hurt which would cause them to feel bad. Some friends (at least one?) could stay by her side. OR she could have just made several new friends. Other cancer patients. I kept hoping for a scene or two where Stella meets another patient in the lounge at the hospital and they bond over a movie/tv show or one of the games left there. A friend could go into remission and leave her as would be expected (maybe keep in touch with one and lose touch with another) or a friend could lose the battle and die. This show wasted that entire part of her life.
6) School. I really liked when Stella found out she didn’t graduate but giving her an honorary diploma was a cop out. I really wanted to see that struggle for Stella to get her GED. She fought cancer but she couldn’t handle that? What?
7) Stella’s personality. Some people change dramatically because of major events like being ill. I would have found it interesting if she changed (a little) from it but she didn’t. Because of this Stella felt flat and boring.
8) Who is Stella? This question is asked a few times but never answered. One of the ads made it seem like the show would be about Stella learning to live but it wasn’t. This is actually my BIGGEST issue with the show. Tv shows omit things because they want everything to look pretty so I can understand things occasionally being glossed over. However, Stella doesn’t even TRY to find herself. I was hoping for little things at first. Like, a cancer patient at hospital is knitting and Stella’s bored so she learns to knit. She has no hair so she tries wigs of different colours or discovers a love for hats. You know, little things that she learns about herself or at least helps her develop a new skill. When she’s healthy she may not say...love knitting but makes her mom a lovely Christmas present or something. Healthy-Stella could have only $50 to her name so she goes looking for a productive way to use it. Like, taking one of those 1-day only pottery classes or does a paint night. Learns a new love for art and makes a friend etc.
Point is, she does NOTHING other than get the coffee shop job and complain about the not-so-problematic-problems in her marriage. It’s only the last 30 seconds of the series finale that hints to her trying to find herself. It’s pathetic.
**Overall the show was so-so but it’s mainly just missing opportunities left and right. If it weren’t for the strong actors I doubt it would have lasted the entire season.
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Redemption returned
Grotesque is a word that got here to thoughts when a woman pulls her legs via the doors of a dirty clinic. She swayed, felt unusual chilly in that notably drained August countryside. But the rough surroundings was not to blame for the chilly surrounding his body. It was his purpose to step in. His world, filled with journey and joy, was now bullied. It had grow to be detached to him.
The woman was able to verify that there was a life that had been combined inside her for 5 weeks – the life she had fairly unintentionally helped to create an unlucky, drunk one night time
She felt the same sudden nausea that was involved each week before within the presence of a double line in a home being pregnant check window. Wait,. . . what do two strains mean? This can’t happen. He tore another check – two bold blue strains. S ***. He stepped out and pulled out without considering of a cigarette that remained secure till he threw it violently into the ground. Ugh, guess it out. He drove to his telephone within the early morning mild, he rolled his identify. He hesitated, then met it, and when the ring got here, he tried as soon as to take away the throat. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, I know it is early. Can you… Can you talk about the minutes?"
He had referred to as her to drive to the clinic, which was drained in the morning. Whether moral help or curiosity, he did not know and He was simply the only soul he had informed, principally his catholic colleague, pal, roommate and household he had to maintain in the dead of night. The thought of ​​telling them about this hellish mess was incomprehensible, even horrifying.
Nurse, kindly center an previous lady referred to as her back with a chipper. The woman glanced at her companion, and she or he took her hand rigorously to her, guided her to the exam room and helped her to the desk the place she hurriedly raised her shirt.
"Sorry, I have an hour," she muttered eyes fell. "Remember if we do this fast?"
"Of course", Sick The gunner answered sympathetically with a smile. ”Here we go, this seems a bit chilly for the second time. Let's see. Yeah, take a look at that cluster there? It's your child, honey. ”
The woman stared on the black and white image of the display as her coldness went warm and cozy with a dark numbness. He discovered his father's eyes, sincerely in search of his reaction to direct his personal difficult emotions. "I'm here every step of the way, no matter what you decide," he broke: "We are in this together, okay?"
He nodded and closed his eyes. Scorching, indignant tears nervous and tune his face. His body began to tighten and tremble. He pressured himself to observe his baby once more as a result of the contradictory thoughts ran in. I don't want you. You have been born to a mother who regretted you within the moment she noticed you. What if that is the one opportunity for a kid? What do I see extra? Here the rubber strikes the street. Can I stay with myself if I didn't say to you? I would like you. I want you. I hate you. I really like you.
The woman squeezed her hand and turned to the nurse. "Thank you," he stated, respiration deeply. "Yeah, what's next?"
"It's utterly yours, pricey. It's your body, isn't it? ”
– – –
5. August 2015, I made a decision to cease an individual who might have taken his first life on March 29, 2016. I like those days of mourning a toddler who existed however by no means lived outdoors my physique. I respect her by naming her, talking to her, crying for her, praying to her. For a kid who would have melted my coronary heart regardless of the terrible three. A youngster who would in all probability have stored me at night time in moms angst. The boy's father – and the younger man, husband and father – was robbed of the chance to return.
I mirrored sufferers back to this terrible August, many occasions, many occasions ever since, spending hours and hours hardly ultrasound. It’s wrinkled and worn out of my busy retreat to my hometown's arrow wound; as a result of once I stopped being pregnant, and left abruptly out of faculty, I found little purpose to remain. Each a part of me (theoretically) lives a Catholic, passionate graduate scholar, a hopeful author, an educational, a superb and trustworthy one that was crushed in a number of months. For me, these months have been recognized for years. I spent them buried deep in Netflix, hiding eating and crazy social media, feeling myself in the face of anger and contempt.
I received bone fracturing and nervous nausea. I have shed twenty kilos. My hair started to thin and fall. My skin turned pale, uninteresting, embedded. The art of conversation and human interplay slipped. I literally couldn't convey myself away from bed to eat, drink or even exit if I might help it. My buddies began to fret, however I ignored their call and hid in my room once they tried to examine me out. My household had gone to panic, wondering what was incorrect with me. I used to be astonishingly shortly destroyed my former self in a fragile shell.
When a bright-eyed woman with a vivid shell discovered myself tireless, that was the thing of this unforgivable Evil I had completed. This factor I might by no means take again. This thing, as I firmly consider years later, which I might by no means forgive myself – and by no means forgive by God or man.
It’s typically stated that God's work in our life is a mystery that we might be foolish to attempt to understand. I was so scared to share my nervousness about what I might have completed to a toddler – the soul I might have created together with a careless, lustful renunciation – that I didn't dare to go close to the church for almost a yr. I used to be satisfied that I used to be committed to hell and I was out of all salvation. My desperation stored me so tight that I felt I might by no means smile again. It’s unimaginable to imagine that I might ever love – or be beloved – again. For who might love me after I had carried out one thing so selfish, so terrifying?
And I had carried out this for a simple cause that I felt like I couldn’t be a single mother because I used to be determined to be afraid that my attack on high functioning alcoholism quickly began. I moved with my mother and father and began a job search as a result of the unfinished diploma was virtually ineffective. During this era of unemployment began to mingle eagerly, hopping from group to group, in order that nobody would discover how much I drank. Soon, what I referred to as a "social" drink turned normal on most days of the week – 4 or 5 robust drinks. I typically ran residence to my disgrace once I was quite upset – but I never thought I used to be consuming. Spend the weekends with a spell of different "friends" who did not know me afterwards. Sleeping, sleep deprived on a regular basis mornings have been my new commonplace.
Over the subsequent two years, I was capable of plan workplaces that assorted extensively between publishing and cutting-edge know-how for international intelligence and fundraising, however I never took a long time to get kicked out of each job. I used to be indignant, unknown and boastful, clocked out and in with out problem learning and working with others. I hid my wrestle with the inadequacy of indulging in a corrosive comparability by way of social media with other Millennials who I imagined was a perfect and carefree life. This rising resentment unfold shortly and became firmly rooted in My Character. I used to be miserable and shimmering, unable to be thankful for what I had: a loving household, monetary and emotional help, and pals who pale the recurring storms of our atmospheric and isolated occasions.
escape MO did work,. . . Until it was. July 21, 2017 I was (rightly) arrested for drunk driving.
I consider that in the shadow of doubt, if I had not been arrested, I might have determined to kill myself or one other individual, God's ban. I spent twenty-four horrifying hours in jail until my father and brother saved me. Once we drove residence in hidden silence, I used to be amazed at the terrible implementation of what I might have accomplished. I had found the base. After years of failure – personal, skilled, and religious – I was desperate to vary my life. However how? What might probably be a enough substitute for the fact that alcohol has all the time given me, without failure?
At night time, my younger brother, Tacos, fell sharply, however kindly asked me to get assist with all the things he needed. He advised me that the twister I had come – to tear my approach within the lives of others, in addition to mine – was not acceptable. Simply two weeks after my arrest, I came across a help group for alcohol use. It is a marvelous organization that has helped me to realize and keep respect for alcohol since October 2, 2017. By means of day by day meetings, lively service, religious self-discipline and a singular connection, it has now turn into a mannequin of my life.
Without it, I couldn’t have referred to as the facility to forgive myself, let go of my previous and let God construct with me and do with me the best way He needs. Solely once I search for assist, I might see my despair not as a curse however as a present
Typically, as Paul Newman's Luke Jackson says, there may be no real cool hand.
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Once I ran into this furious group, hungry for the which means and function that had looked at me in Catholicism, I discovered myself wandering atheism, agnostism and Buddhism. My anger in the direction of the Church swept and slowly eroded the assumption every day.
Then, once I was working in the twelve steps, I slowly started to experience mental change and religious awakening. I’ve discovered to differentiate uskonni foaming petition sentimental and superficial sentimentality, which had all the time given me permission to share myself and Mr. Dr. Jekylliin Hydeen. I might be my Catholic Character once I took random sexual encounters which are typically delivered to a fruitless company to destroy my conscience. In my social life, I turned an professional in mask Jungian when anybody else of morphene needed me to be. Without the self-sufficiency of the interior mechanism I’ve discovered to control others to awaken specific emotions that might strengthen increasingly more delicate and fleeting self. I obtained in and went to my beloved one's life as I used to be happy with the livid and chaotic hurricane without remorse.
Once I finally referred to as for the braveness to ask God (and myself) for forgiveness, I used to be not on the lookout for a Catholic priest. As an alternative, my "liberty" and healing got here from David, a self-described brazenly homosexual, seventies, whose deviation from the priesthood forty years in the past induced cruel wounds that persecuted him at the moment. We developed intimate recent friendships that I might be grateful eternally. Through the years, my trauma broke down David's palms late within the night time as he struck uncontrollably as he held me a starry, quiet sky.
"Why are you crying?" He asked for a while. [19659002] "I am… Bad," vapors of the wells. "I can not forgive. I'm a murderer. I have killed my own child."
David checked out me mix of horror and compassion. "But you have not destroyed or convicted. You have got been redeemed via Christ. He beloved you then. He loves you very much. ”
Tears stopped all of a sudden, obtrusive respiration slowed." Is he? "I asked, vast eyes and I was afraid of his answer." How can you be so sure? " 19659002] "Because He is greater than any pain you suffered, suffered now or ever", David replied with a relaxing peace that stopped me on my tracks. "You've heard from us a thousand occasions – pay attention! Get away from God whenever you perceive God. Trust Him day by day. Clear the home every single day, serve others, day by day, and then do it once more the subsequent day. In the future at a time. ”
I might simply stare at him foolish I replied vividly that a tremendous smile, his eyes shining when he stated, "I believe so." You must attempt it. ”
So I did.
Maddeningly slowly but certainly, bodily, mental, emotional, and mental sensitivity began to forgive me the uninteresting pain that was not only struck out I need to reside. I threw myself again into my very own life and confirmed increasingly more to my family members – typically in nice ways, but principally in small ones. Every time I made a mistake, I admitted it instantly and asked God what corrective measures I should take. I gave Him a self-discipline to my wild and obscure spirit as my line of will – which had previously been in riot – was ever nearer to Him.
I started to wish every morning and night for others as an alternative of myself. Although this was initially mechanical, I really began to study what was referred to as to me a man and a lady who continues to be sick. I ended preventing my demons and confessed them. Each time I felt aroused or suspicious, I interrupted and requested God to assume or act, which might give me the braveness to adapt the serenity to the accident.
In the long run, he lit the trail to my house church – when I discovered a unprecedented compassion and a resignation from the same Catholic group that I had wrongly assumed would condemn me strictly. But I'm sad that we acerbic-cultural and non secular dialogue provides rise to unnecessary suffering of different ladies who, like me, noticed solely despair and hope within the midst of demise and new life. I say to them: You’ll never ever be alone.
Is that this a cheerful return house that answers come once I need them to be? Typically. At different occasions I can't see them, and ask him for steerage or pay attention in a different way
Have you ever discovered to be pleased more often than not? Isn't that the case?
It's by no means. I mean by no means.
I mean this: As soon as upon a time my detached world has turn into enchanted. I mean, I started digging my life again. I've discovered to offer myself a dream once more, attempt once more, fail once more, love once more, harm once more – not again.
I even dared to chuckle at myself and with the world again. And that is the miracle.
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