#you are you

[hootsimedes]

Soldier is proud of you.

He doesn't care what you like, what you believe, what you have, where you come from, who you are...

He's proud of you anyway, because you're a strong person, you endure adversity, and that's all that matters to be a great soldier!

Don't give up, don't let others make you change if you don't want it and always remember there's someone who will be willing to listen to you.

Have a nice month 🥰

[sun0tu2]

𝓝𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶, 𝓲 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓲 𝓪𝓶 𝓶𝓮 ˚ෆ 🦢 .° ༘

[abstinentce]

Quick reminder that your life is as good as it could be now, because this is what is happening right now — the past is already gone, the future for all we know doesn't exist.

But you get to live now and that's the best opportunity that can be given to someone.

[ath3ist-v1v1an]

My sexuality althrough out life because am feelin good right now

*Whats lgbtq?

*both genders are cool i am bi!

*wait theres more than two? Cool am pan!

*ew sex, am pan and ace

*fuck gender am enby, pan and ace

*wait am a girl and kinda enby, am demi, pan and ace

*well sex isnt that repelling so cupio, pan and demi

*well sex kinda sucks and i dont mind any pronoun i guess am enby, pan and ace again

*nah sex is aight i just dont have attraction, am enby, pan and cupio

And thats where we are right now, @i-am-not-a-villain What do you think, mom? Also hi mom!

[hdswiftie]

PRETENDENCE

"Yeah I'm different from y'all" "We ain't the same bro" or "I'm this, I'm that" and blah blah blah... We all, at some point of our life or still now, were/are some impersonators. Like we pretend to be someone who isn't us. People tend to overestimate or underestimate themselves.

Pretendence.

We make a persona which is different that who we actually are, and stick with it. The cause for the emergence of this persona obviously is subjective. Peer pressure, the urge to FIT IN, superiority complex, sense of inferiority, to impress your crush or whatever it might be. Ok all this thing which i call as pretendence is fine but only with externality. So what about the internal thing?? Are we so lost in our 'Made' persona that we forgot to differentiate between our Persona and Real Self? Has the wall between it became so weak and shattered?? Is the line drawn so thin that it can't even be seen?? Are we lost in it?? Who are we?? Internally im talking about. What is your true self? Are we even true to our true self?? Can we see it?? Can we still see it??

Like think about it. The joke you think is funny, is actually funny or someone else made you think that it is funny? The dressing style you like to get dressed and styled in, is your choice or someone else manipulated you, knowingly or unknowingly, into liking it? We all know it but sometimes we need someone to tell us this, to make us realise, that it's not necessary to fit in. It's fine to have opinions different than others, to like music different than others or listening to just mainstream, to have unpopular/underated opinions, to be and do weird and crazy shit, to call yourself a fan of something or someone that you don't know much about but still like, admire and respect a lot, it's fine. If it ain't fine for you, then you'll feel kind of like an outsider resulting to feel inferior. This leads to some anxiety and then you become sad. Then a revolutionary phase takes birth in you and suddenly you start to like things that you don't. You slowly become one of them and in the midst of this, you somewhat lose your real self in it. Deep down, it's still there but suppressed. Reading it won't sound like a big deal, but it is. IRL it is.

Remember, the moment you start to be unfaithful and unloyal to yourself, you'll never be confident and comfortable in yourself. 'And remember, the place where you feel like you have to fit in, you are never meant to be there, with those people. It's just not your room, not your space. Never try hard to get in because once you start to try hard, you'll always have to try hard, it'll just never stop.'

Be true to you, you'll get all your answers. It should be about YOU. Don't lose yourself for anyone else. You are a different breed. A different YOU. Because you are you. You are irreplaceable. Everything lies within you. And believe my words when I'm saying, EVERYTHING LIES WITHIN YOU. All the absurd questions that lies in your head has its answers within yourself. You find it, find it in you. You have it all. You are enough. Maybe you don't know yourself enough and that's the only thing you need to focus on.

It's not about being sorted. It's fine if you are still sorting yourself out, figuring out about yourself. It's about being just you.

The blessing of being just you.

Drop the pretendence and find your true self. Give it a space, a platform to shine. Shine so bright that it can blind any one and anything. Shine as bright as no one ever will and ever can.

[ilovejoyjessie]

Hidden Figures #1 (Wake by Richard Serra) || V.

As overwhelming and lonesome as it can be sometimes to feel like the odd one out, being it gives you the freedom and opportunity to say, "This place doesn't need to be for me - and if it isn't - I will find that which is". We each have something unique to say, to add to the mosaic of people and figures we find ourselves interacting with. And though doing so can be intimidating, you won't get the chance to know and understand your true voice and value if you keep condensing it to the perceived value of the figures around you.

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And so even though I felt I had a lot of space to fill between Wake's walls, even though I felt small for a moment, that feeling of smallness started to recede. In its place, feelings of power and strength began to come over me. And as I allowed myself to break out of the molds of the sculpture those feelings grew stronger.

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Arms up and out, chest and chin to the sky, I took up as much space as I could. I stretched up the way the sculptures stretched up around me. I felt my individual power and let it drive and inspire my extensions and expressions; I made the internal strength I felt physical. I channeled the freedom I felt and stood tall, claiming the space I realized I deserved to take up shamelessly.

By breaking free from the spaces I was expected to fill, I could carve my own space and make and speak something beautiful with serene and determined confidence. Because I, too, had shapes and stories to tell with my curves and differences. Surrounded by its structures, between its walls, Wake reminded me that even in the face of solitude, I am my own monument to my individual value.

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It reminded me that the validity of my presence doesn't have to lie in the fact that I am just like the figures in the landscape I share, that I'm accepted by their standards. It lies in my ability to honor my angles, curves and complexities no matter what scenery I step into. It lies in my ability to fearlessly be myself, raise my own voice and believe that what I have to say matters as much as the choruses sung behind me. Because my unique views and perspectives can be powerful and are worth their own merit all on their own.

Over the course of my interaction with Wake, much like my initial thoughts about living in Seattle, it was clear that the real goal wasn't to just fit into the scene - it was allowing myself to feel and learn and remember how affirming it can be to stand out and claim one's space as one's self.

+ photographed by @skyclad.studio (ig) // website

[annina-dietzenbacher-photography]

Krezip - You are you

Live in Maassilo Rotterdam, the Netherlands

[nururu]

tbh I think it's just as annoying when someone hates something and they have personal reasons for hating it and then ppl who like it have to act like.... like bc some rando hates it, that they have to like.... speak up like they're an oppressed group or something....

[warditoff]

You belong on this planet! You matter! You should be alive and you are worthy, not because of what you do, not because of productivity, but because you are you!

You are not replaceable! You are not a burden! You are unique and lovable! You are inherently worthy! You are worthy unconditionally! You matter!

You are enough! You are important! I believe you! You are valid! You are irreplaceable! You are wanted! You are you and that’s amazing! No one is like you and that’s wonderful! You belong here! You should be here! Amazing that you are alive!

I’m proud of you! Be proud of you too! Love yourself too! Sending hugs to you!

Always have your self love, self loyalty, self worth, self compassion, warmth and gentleness for you!

You matter!

[bloodycoffee-s]

The way I screamed instinctively on this scene...

I almost turned off the MV when the motorcycle first appeared because I knew what was coming... And I wasn't ready.

[ask-prince-ralsei]

This is amazing, we support Bernie! Huge congratulations to her! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

HEY HEY LISTEN THE VOICE OF THE MTA TRANSIT SYSTEM, ALL THE ANNOUNCEMENTS ON THE NYC SUBWAY LINE??

SHE'S A TRANS WOMAN AND TRANSITIONED AT 66!!!!!! THE BACKGROUND HUM OF MY CHILDHOOD, AND SHE'S LIKE ME!!!! WHAT THE FUCK

[ladyminaofcamelot]

THIS. When the AI thing first started getting fairly advanced, my older brother was talking about using it for book writing and making book writing easier and more accessible to people so they can put in their ideas and be creative while skipping the work which... I get it. He was excited about the new technology, and it sounds like a good thing. Greater accessibility and ability to share creation is a good thing! But as a writer something in me just sank a little bit. And I'll admit that some of my brain was thinking about over saturated markets and having to compete with that many more people/robots, but there was another, maybe more selfish part that thought, "if everyone has access to this skill, then why does it matter that I have it?" And I'm torn, because I want people to be able to play with it and have it make sharing ideas easier, but at the same time I've spent years honing my skill and keeping up with it every day and the idea that someone could do the same thing in hours was incredibly disheartening. But that's just it. They can't do the same thing. An AI can churn out pulp fiction and give people a million of the tropes they want to read, but at the end of the day it can't create art, because it's not self aware, and has no purpose. An AI isn't going to know when a reference to Achilles or King Solomon will be more appropriate in a text, it's not going to go out of its way to create parallels and foils and juxtaposition. It may do some of those things by accident, but at the end of the day, there is a soul that goes into a work that cannot be imitated without being watered down, and that soul, that purpose, that love, is what makes art worth creating. So let the monkeys keep trying to write Shakespeare, and you and I can each offer the world our own masterpiece by 'Your's Truly. '

You know what makes me the most upset about the use of AI in our culture? It's not just removing artists from art or devaluing human creativity -- it's treating people like they're disposable.

Oh, you're not that special. We have computers to do that now. If you died tomorrow, we have your image. We have your voice. We have your biometric data. We can just duplicate you, it's no problem. Who needs flesh and blood? Who needs agency and free thought? Who needs the human soul? You're just a tool. And when we're done with you, we'll just toss you aside and find someone else.

Creatives, listen to me, and listen to me good: you have a voice and it matters. There is no one in the history of the world who is exactly like you, in this time or this place. There is no one who thinks like you, acts like you, speaks like you, moves like you. There is nobody else built like you. Nobody else with your unique experiences and outlook of the world. You are a product of history, of culture, of art, of love, of pain, of possibility. Don't let them take that from you.

[daftpatience]

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand