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just-a-girl-whos-a-nerd · 1 month ago
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when the rarepair is so rare you have to result to watching shitty edits/amv from 4+ years ago with a ugly tint and unwatchable video quality 😣
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phil198123 · 1 year ago
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writingnemo · 1 month ago
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Everything sucks, right?
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sea-of-machines · 1 year ago
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I was super tired and ready to fall asleep but it's a quarter past midnight and I can't sleep because I'm pondering about my gender dysphoria too much. I honestly don't know what I want to do with myself. I want to be more androgynous even though being nonbinary doesn't require that. But I don't feel comfortable in my feminine skin and I don't want to be a man either. Why can't I just be a genderless blob?
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sammibellarts · 9 months ago
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Getting this out so if you don’t like the ramblings of a person who has self esteem issues, welp…bye. ❤️
Anyway, I have always struggled with appreciating the work I produce, I’m so hard on myself, mostly due to seeing my friends and mutuals who also share their artwork and, I see that mine doesn’t contain the same amount of detail, or looks as polished, or is just not to the same caliber, or in the same style, or shit, gets as much traction, I always, or well have always, felt lesser.
It’s created this cycle of self deprecation and hatred for my artwork and it’s made me blind to the progress I have actually made over the years as I’ve gotten back into drawing. I was never proud of my work and even though I’d post it, or follow a trend or anything like that, nothing made me happy, or prideful and, it sucked.
It only now hit me that I’ve come so far and learned so much and can actually visually see the progress I’ve made, in the craft that I love so much. I finished a picture that took me days and rather than feeling burnt out or tired, I looked at it and wept. Wept because it was something I drew for the fun of it, something I drew that didn’t have a time constraint or a gimmick, something that had to do with something I find joy in, and I wept because it was beautiful, and I could remember how I did it and am actually confident enough to say I could do it again. That…hasn’t happened in a long time for me and it felt like true breath, like I can actually do this, am I an artist, and I am capable of doing something that not only I like but others would find beautiful as well.
I no longer feel like I’m posing as an artist, the imposter is no longer present, it’s finally Me, and it feels magnificent..
I’m finally here.
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spacevixenmusic · 11 months ago
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Source: Space Pirate Mito [1999]
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voiiiiid5hinee · 1 year ago
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“You have already left kudos here. :)”
okay??? and????? you little bitch.
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butlers-guards · 1 year ago
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It kinda hard when you wanna talk/gush with someone, but the same time you can't sjsnsjns (that is me)
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afsana-zindagi-ka · 1 year ago
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In the realm of struggle, where challenges reside, Shayari unveils the emotions that hide. With words as companions, I walk this path, Expressing the turmoil, facing life's wrath.
Through hardships and trials, I find my way, Shayari becomes my solace, day by day. Each verse tells a story of battles fought, The strength within, lessons taught.
In the depths of darkness, where hope seems far, Shayari becomes my guiding star. Through verses penned with resilience and might, I gather the courage to continue the fight.
The struggles may be fierce, the journey long, But shayari echoes the spirit strong. With every line I write, I reclaim my power, Transforming struggles into a triumph flower.
In each syllable, I find solace and release, Shayari whispers, bringing me peace. For through the struggle, my spirit evolves, And shayari becomes the voice that resolves.
So, I embrace the struggle with poetic art, Conveying the emotions from deep within my heart. In the realm of shayari, I find strength and grace, Transforming the struggle into a sacred space.
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imurgayhomie · 9 months ago
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Yeah.
here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of
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queercelticcronewitch · 11 days ago
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It goes without saying I have never been nor will I ever be a supporter of no name. If you are a supporter of him, please move on from this blog post. I do not want any negativity or debate because I’m having a hard time of it .
I’m still in shock over last week. Worse, I haven’t been able to find the strength to rebound scarier. I’m not sure I ever will for context. I am a Celtic witch, practicing for the last decade who is also lesbian and disabled.  I also have a career in the mental health field, currently looking for employment, hoping to have a job by the end of the week at the same time kind of him not working right now just because of my struggles. Many are saying that is the time to regroup get your strength back and revolt which could be defined in many different ways, but my truth is I’m just not there. I am not in my 20s or 30s can live through the next four years and have time to change again. I’ve been doing that my entire life and honestly, I am beyond soul exhaustion. IYKYK..
As I’ve been telling people for the last six weeks or so, do your own research to find out what is actually true and what isn’t. I’ve put links to social media. Where free copies of project 2025  can be downloaded easily although it is a rather large document that Trump has hired the authors of that project as part of his staff. It’s more important than ever look it over and see how it will affect you no matter what side you’re on people who believe it’s fake news can no longer say that if he hired, the people who wrote it yet at the same time no names were he never heard of a project 2025 and wasn’t going to use it all. I was taking a small break from writing I used dictation and it takes a little longer to write longer posts
. Still not feeling strong or at least strong enough to regroup, but I am a polytheist. And one who shares our community as well also a polytheist is John Beckett a practicing Druid for the last several decades and while taking a break, he posted his blog on a social media platform. I will post it below :
 https://www.patheos.com/blogs/johnbeckett/2024/11/a-witch-decides-a-witchs-fate.html
For now, it appears that self-care is still needed
QueerCelticCrone
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sunnigurl · 15 days ago
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Trying to get yourself back to how you use to be is hard as fuck
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snowbbydoll · 15 days ago
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can't take my afternoon nap cause I'm locked out 😿
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virtual-compassion · 29 days ago
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Truth in the Making
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Hello, World! I’ve always wanted to do this—to finally put my story out there for the world to see. Not because my life is full of jaw-dropping moments or thrilling escapades, but because someone out there might be teetering on the edge of losing hope, and maybe, just maybe, my journey can show them that this isn't the end. Not by a long shot. I was born in Derby, England. Then, as if life wanted to test my adaptability from the start, I was whisked away to Uganda, Africa, where I grew up. And just as I was getting comfortable, my story took another twist—I spent the next 25 years in India. Sounds exotic, right? Well, it wasn’t always as glamorous as it sounds. I was far too young to understand the whirlwind of changes. Constantly uprooted, I became terrified of change, struggling to accept the present moment, and always yearning for a future I couldn’t quite grasp. India shaped me in more ways than I can count. I built a life there, received an education that laid the foundation for my career, and eventually worked my way up to Assistant Human Resource Manager. It was everything I thought I wanted. Stability. Success. But then—boom—I craved adventure. Something more. So, I did what any restless soul would do—I packed my bags and left for Canada. The plan? Pursue my education and embark on an entirely new chapter. Easy, right? How hard could it be to start fresh? Spoiler alert: it wasn’t the easy-breezy, eat-pray-love journey I envisioned. I landed in a foreign country, only to be greeted by a wave of uncertainty and the uncomfortable realization that I had no idea where to begin. Where does one even start when everything and everyone around you is unfamiliar? I was a stranger in a sea of strangers, grappling with the overwhelming task of getting back to school after nearly a decade away from academia. And let’s not forget the joy of starting at the bottom of the career ladder again after reaching managerial heights. It was a punch in the gut—acceptance and change, my old enemies, were back in full force, and this time, I couldn’t run from them. A year has passed since I first stepped foot on Canadian soil. Things have improved. I’m finding my footing, slowly but surely. But I’d be lying if I said the journey was over. I’m still in the tunnel, searching for that glimmer of light. Is there a light at the end of this? Maybe. Maybe not. But what I know for sure is that I’m not done fighting. And neither are you.
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toptenthings1 · 4 months ago
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learningfromlosing · 5 months ago
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The best shows for me to watch when I'm really struggling are
•my name is Earl
•malcolm in the middle
•trailer park boys
•new girl
I need to see other down to earth people who struggle with real things like social interaction, financial security, being a good person, taking care of the people who matter the most to you whether they're family by blood or bond, making creative solutions with limited resources, and coming together during the hardest times of their lives and making the most of it by being together.
If you have any ones that help you, add them! You never know when someone else is alone and struggling and their only comfort is the people in the box.
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