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mikeywayarchive 1 year
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Eden Project // May 16th 2022 // Sophie Garrett
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star-scrambled 2 years
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being out of school for over a week due to serious illness leads children to the worst places (their middle school obsession)
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mozart-tt 2 years
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LIAM
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the-same-three-ojiros 2 years
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dashielvlup 2 years
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LOST MY VOICE SCREAMING AT THIS GAME!! [Evil Dead: The Game] (x)
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hazelplaysgames 2 years
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this is probably the most i鈥檝e struggled on this section in a while, mostly because i think i felt i should鈥檝e gone further when i was heading left under the first cactus.
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starb3rry 2 years
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been awhile since i drew one of my nonfandom based ocs
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shanept2 2 years
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and now i鈥檓 a fuckin jersey dude again
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elizabethsway 2 years
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We all have areas of our life that's tough or uncomfortable for us. When I was a kid I was coddled; so I didn't really learn independence self-reliance until I was in college. In a lot of matters it feels like I've started over from scratch. Sometimes I see little kids doing things I'm honestly impressed by because I don't do them.
One of which is writing a bike. When I was little I had hyper focus and a lot of fears. Whenever we would ride a bike through a park or something, if I saw two yellow poles and I was supposed to go between them, instead of going between them I'd actually run into one of them. If I saw people on one side of the road and a tree on the next I couldn't just go down my lane like people normally do, no I ran right into the tree.
After running into things and the bike flipping over, cutting into my skin, scratch knees, hurt pride, I eventually called it quits. The rest didn't seem worth the reward.
Growing older, it's not a matter of feeling embarrassed that I can't ride a bike. In theory I can I just stopped because I kept running into stuff. But it's more that I'm a little bit disappointed that I gave up. Sometimes I look at my life and I'm like "what are you even doing if you're not going to try."
And be fair when I was a little kid in that moment it felt like I was trying more than I was, but I didn't really give myself time and practice. I simply wanted to achieve it and if I couldn't I gave up.
It kind of reminds me of this episode of The Big Bang Theory, where Sheldon had tried to learn how to drive a car multiple times and even had his friends help him. But eventually he told everybody that he was just going to "transcend the situation" AKA give up, cuz if you hadn't figured it out already it's probably cuz he wasn't meant to. However years later we find out, spoiler, that he did learn how to drive. Whether he's good at it or not he's questionable, but sometimes we have to be our own motivation. Having others know about our task doesn't necessarily help. He eventually got it done.
I've been telling myself for a while that I wanted to add writing a bike to my bucket list. And I thought about garage sales or Facebook marketplace for a bike, but the fear in me made up an excuse that if I bought a used one I couldn't guarantee that it was actually set up properly and I could end up trying again but failing because of matters beyond my means and then it would ultimately discourage me. That was a cop out. I also thought about buying a new bike but again a cop out of it being too expensive. Even though they really are.
I was telling one of my bosses about me wanting to ride a bike again, so she decided to give me her old one. Today I stuffed it into my car, jamming the wheel against the airbag causing the sensor to go off, But ultimately I got it home and put it straight into storage.
Guaranteed it's like 8:00 p.m. but I fully plan on looking like a dork, with elbow pads and knee pads, wrist guards in full helmet, as soon as I go out and purchase them. I honestly might strap some pillows to myself too.
I used to think that I had a fear of heights among all my other fears, but when I was younger I did a ropes course and the only thing that kept me calm was looking down at the floor. We're up at the very top of trees in a forest and I was looking down like a crazy person. I told myself as long as I can see the floor it's not that far away, but looking up into just sky is the scariest freaking thing. Also I'm not the thinnest person in the world, so I had a hard time believing that some little cord was going to keep me up in the air. However I suspended my disbelief mildly while up there but I told myself if you fall sure the rope might hold you but you're scrawny little arms are not going to pull yourself back up so you're going to be stuck there and you're just going to be swing into your death. It was honestly great motivation to keep me upright and I did not fall. However while up there I think I realized that it's not necessarily the height it's the problem it's a little bit of the unknown of the blue skies and mostly falling.
Ask me how my brain gets away with these scenarios and justifications, but, I'm pretty sure that I'm afraid of falling and not necessarily the height. I also wasn't a big fan of falling during my ice skating years and definitely wasn't a fan of it during my biking years.
Part of me wants to get some like mats, construction pillows to myself, and throw myself at the floor.
I was a little bit poor when I was younger, so for fun, my family would go to the skating rink and it's free to get in, at least where we were. While there we would just sit in the cool ice rink A/C during the hot summer and watch everybody skate around. My favorite times were watching little tiny kids practice for hockey. The first thing they teach them is how to fall. They literally have them throw themselves at the floor. Guarantee they have a lot of padding on, but ice is ice and it hurts.
I admired those little kids for being able to fall. And though I'm a bit scared that I'm going to fall off my bike, I did just get a free bike so, I definitely need to use it.
Here's to me getting back on the bike and here's the bike:
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lonely-journal-keeper 2 years
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So it鈥檚 5:30 in the morning and I can鈥檛 sleep so I figured I would write a little update since I realized I haven鈥檛 posted on here in a couple of weeks:
I went to my college in person for the 2nd time and bought stuff at the school store/walked around and tried to figure out where my future classes will be
I went to an improv comedy show
I went and saw the school play at my old highschool
I finished my spring semester of college
I started a job working at my local library
I got an undercut
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mikeywayarchive 1 year
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St. Austell // May 16th 2022 // Sophie Garrett
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zhansww 1 month
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My life is not worth much anyway. I鈥檒l give it all to you.
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patrickkingart 2 years
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The protagonist squadrons of Ace Combat 04, 5, Zero, 6, 7, and X
Prints on Etsy
T-Shirts, etc... on TeePublic
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jokeanddaggerdept 5 months
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astridthevalkyrie 3 months
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everything you see ab being the oldest daughter is true btw why am i the family therapist AND punching bag smh
long ass depressing rant in the tags srry i got a wee bit emotional
#my dad has something going on where there's a ringing in his ear my mom has tendonitis and neck pain now#and i feel for both of them i'm goin to cvs to get the meds giving my mom massages every night talking to my dad to distract him#they're both going to the correct doctors#but just throwing it out there i have had tendonitis and chronic upper back pain for 5-6 years and no one gave a shit most i've gotten is#jokes that i'm faking it#i'm in physical therapy for my back NOW but that's bc i finally crawled out of the depression long enough to do it myself#which is fine whatever i'm 22 i should be the one making my own appointments and it'd be weird if i wasn't#but when i was 16 or 17???#being hospitalized for STRESS HEADACHES at 14 too???#who gets hospitalized for that shit and how were my parents not concerned that i at the age of 14 was#so stressed out that my head was pounding all the time#and bc i'm the third parent who has to be the only emotional safe space#i don't say anything if my sisters are rude to me bc at least they feel safe enough around me to be rude to me#i have to listen to everyone and their momma's problems#i'm in law school!!! i do not need this i'm anxious all the time!!!#and if i'm not anxious i'm depressed!!!#my therapist point blank tells me shit like 'you're incredibly lonely' or 'you have way too much on your shoulders' and it makes me CRY#the most basic fucking observations that i KNOW but hearing someone else acknowledge it and not berate me fucking sends me into TEARS#i get messages from online friends here like 'hey i saw your post you don't deserve that' i physically cannot keep my eyes dry!!#every time i have any interaction ever i am at least a little uncomfortable bc i am always trying so hard to make sure i come off as kind#and not awkward or mean#i feel like everyone around me was given some kind of how to manual on life that i wasn't#and i KNOW this is not unique tons and tons of people feel like this#i know this is the depression and the anxiety and the possible autism i'm well aware#but then every couple of days my mom gets the brilliant idea to tell me i'm rude or lazy or whatever and i lose my shit#i just wanna sleep and write fanfics in the nicest way possible i hate everyone#i will try my best to not be mean to anyone bc no one deserves it but i am angry and i am constantly feeling the hurt of my inner child#my MOTHER threw a hardcover book at my HEAD when i was ten bc i had been reading and hid the book under the pillow#what the actual fuck????#my dad's response to any and everything is to deal with it
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Fellas, is it gay to love something so much that any real reminder of it overwhelms you with emotion? Makes you curl up and throw it away so you don't break down and cry from just pure joy? Because you can't let yourself be happy and in love for some fucking reason, even if it's not a person you're in love with?
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