#to thine own self be true

[catalisst]

[idol--hands]

Night’s Plutonian Shore

🐦‍⬛ Artist: E A R T H X X I I

[gameshowtrainwreck]

"oh, so you're back on your bullshit?"

Not back on it, Joe, still on it.

[wesleysniperking]

usopp positivity post #16

Usopp says thank you for the support. No matter how discouraged you feel, good things come to those who wait and–

Stay true. Of all things, stay true.

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[perpetualimaginings]

it issssss FINISHED !!!!! the final two chapters will be coming to screens near you v v v v soon

but guys

I ACTUALLY FINISHED A MULTI-CHAPTER BAMON FIC in this economy.

severe writer burn out now tho, defo my last fanfic for sometime, going to actually try and return to re-drafting my original manuscripts *gasp*

[i-dedicate-to-you18]

🔺To Thine Own Self Be True 🔺

My One Year Sobriety Medallion.

[secondblooms]

Beautiful girl, when you are finished falling, after you hit rock bottom and watch yourself come apart into a million pieces, no one is staying to help you collect yourself, no one is sticking around to pick through your pieces to decide which parts of you are worth keeping. That’s for you to decide. So stay down for as long as you need to. This is the most important part. Take your time. Pay attention. You already broke. So the easy part is over. Go slow....I know, you thought the breaking was the most painful chapter. It wasn’t. Turn the page. The next part is much longer. It’s the healing. The rise. The comeback. It’s the birth of the new you. And it’s not easy. But you are strong and brave and worth it. You’ll have to leave a lot of yourself behind, you’ll have to let go of all the parts of you that you’ve outgrown. We’re not making ourselves small anymore. We’re not bending to fit where we don’t belong anymore. Do you hear me? We’re going all in. Count your wounds, every scar ripped open, every drop of blood you bled like a promise, every tear you cried like a bet in the name of crossing your whole heart, your whole soul, was all for this moment. Right here. Right now. You had to hurt like that to get here to this version of you who knows exactly who she is, who she’s not, who she will never be again. Drop the apologies, babe. We’re not sorry anymore for who we are, we’re not sorry for what we had to do to get here, and we’re not sorry for the time it took to learn our worth. Step out of the box of all you were supposed to be, according to everyone who wasn’t you, and walk into the you, who’s comfortable in her own skin. It’s time. You earned it. We no longer wear the expectations of anyone else and we no longer let anyone else decide what we’re worth. Because we know now. We finally know. And now it’s time to celebrate it. Get up, babe. It does not hurt anymore. Now go show YOU what you’re made of. -Stephanie Bennett-Henry

[chicagognosis]

A lecture and meditation for anyone to attend on Saturday, September 14th at 1 PM CT. Beginners welcome!

Lecture Topic: Imagine Your True Self

We perceive with more senses that mere sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch. Rather than exclusively depend upon empirical data, it is possible to explore, with psychological senses, the roots and origins of numerous internal states. While openly denigrated by modern society, the faculty of imagination is actually the means by which to investigate non-physical or metaphysical phenomena such as thoughts, feelings, and desires. Through understanding five forms of imagination, it becomes possible to distinguish reality from illusion, the truth of cosmic being from the clever machinations our own mind. Learn also practical techniques to develop positive forms of imagination for the awakening and liberation of self.

Listen to the previous lectures in this course:


Location and Directions

828 Davis St, Suite 5 (Lower Level)
Evanston, IL 60201


There is paid parking across the street in the Sherman Plaza Parking Garage with cheap hourly rates ($6 for 3 to 5 hours).

The 201 and 213 Buses stop across the street at Davis St. and Benson Ave. You can also take the 93, 201, 208, 213, or 250 Bus to Davis and Maple, walking a block East on Davis until reaching our location across from Benson Ave.

The Davis Purple Line stop is half a block away. When arriving, go South on Benson Ave straight ahead to our location on Davis St.

There is also the Davis St. / Evanston Metra Station, whereby you can walk South on Maple and East on Davis.

When you arrive, enter through the front. Go down to the lower level via the stairs to the left or the elevator to the right. We are located in Suite 5.

Please RSVP here if you plan to attend:

We look forward to seeing you!

[0susalx0]

I don't want to be skinny like other girls I want to be light like a butterfly I want to move around my body and feel the bones not the folds of fat I just want to be pretty .

☆

. Why are you crying?

. because I'm fatie fuckiŋg fatie you don't understand it no one understands it and everyone asks why you ask why I want to be pretty and why do you want to have money a house a family a pet .

~ special dedication Dear fatty, get the f##k out of my body

[trycksy]

I feel free. I feel empowered. I feel in control of my body. For the first time in my life (44f), I feel in possession of my body and my sexuality. I think I was on the ace spectrum my whole life, but felt obligated to give access to my body to others. It sounds like such a ridiculous thing to do, but asexuality was considered weird and for weirdos. I didn't realize I was allowed to just not want to share my body with people. I have a long, interesting sexual history, full of experimentation and fringe tastes and I enjoyed SOME of it immensely (sometimes under specific circumstances I would later learn were unhealthy AF). It wasn't all bad, but much of it was others getting access to my body that I didn't want. I usually felt pressured, sometimes forced, and at times under duress.

But I will not do this any longer. I wish I'd understood my sexuality and personal needs better sooner, but it's ok to start from here. I'm excited to see what I can accomplish without having to give something of myself that I don't want to give.

Here's a little tiny dog too. She has a look on her face that's exactly how I feel.

[astriiformes]

"Nate how do you spend four months working on a uqiz?" autism

[catalisst]

[mymidwestheart]

[geekysteven]

"To thine own self be true"

-did you get that off a bumper sticker

-faux deep

-fuck off shakespeare

"I don't know who I am or what the fuck is happening"

-more honest

-we could tell

-print that on a beach towel

[prototypesteve]

Real.

Brutally honest anonymous blogging is a great way to protect yourself from mutating into the character you’ve created for your LinkedIn profile:

That driven, honoured, grateful, inoffensive, exceptionally normal iPerson, who’s thrilled to be at this certification workshop in the Vista Room Hall C at the Hyatt, surrounded by the most amazing team, about to post a groupie we’ll take during the 10:45 muffin break, with our “everything is fine, I’m fine” faces.

On that note, things aren’t great right now. I’m at that point in the process of discovering and unpacking my asexuality and aromanticism where I’m feeling the weight of all the horrible shit I experienced in the decades I spent misunderstanding my own heart.

Just lots, and lots, and lots of good-crying.

[Image description: A graph showing a range of feelings for each day, ranging from very unpleasant to very pleasant. The trend varies wildly, but suggests more sadness than happiness, and the range for Monday spans the entire range from very pleasant to very unpleasant. It is a graph of a person going through an emotionally tumultuous time.]

It hurts. But it’s normal for that to hurt. I wouldn’t want to hide that hurt. Getting it all out, here, keeps me grounded and connected to my real feelings. It makes it harder to hide them behind a performative ‘work mask’. It even makes it possible to confide in real-life friends and let them know I’m not at my best right now, but I’m not stuck here either. I’m just in the middle of the hard, sometimes unhappy part of the process.

—

Ace and Aro friends, I hope your own process is going well, whichever part of it you’re in. You’re doing great! You aren’t alone, even if you’d prefer to be.

[perpetualimaginings]

To Thine Own Self Be True IX (ft. the most emotional scene yet)

The walk from the car to the gazebo is reminiscent of a funeral procession. Even to Damon, who is about to reunite with his physical form, there feels with each step an uncanny sense of loss.

“So, this is it,” Bonnie says, into the weighted silence, “the sunstone.”

“It has not aged,” Curly remarks, as he did this morning with Stefan.

“Because it’s imbued with magic.” Bonnie reaches a hand toward the nearest pillar. “It’s preserved.”

“Like me,” Curly says, softly.

Bonnie steps onto the platform. Curly follows suit. They stand facing one another in the centre, sunlight bathing them from all sides.

Damon waits on the lawn, watching on like they’re about to perform a play – a play where one of the actors is about to disappear and he, the understudy, will assume his position.

“Will it hurt?” Curly asks.

Bonnie shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”

He steps toward her, bowing his head in a whisper. “But this does.”

“I know,” is Bonnie’s whispered reply. She reaches up on her tiptoes and brushes a kiss to his pale cheekbone. “Close your eyes,” she says, so gently that Damon wants to close his own.

Curly glances at him, for a final time, and their chests swell together – a unified breath, as if reaching for a crescendo - before Curly follows Bonnie’s delicate command.

Read the full chapter here (& leave a comment for pancakes 🥞)