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youngluvdotcom · 1 year
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stay in the middle, like you a little 🌾
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aromantic-waffles · 5 months
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If I had a nickel for every time I "fell in love" with a character who was actually a phone I would have two nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice
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[ID: two images. The first image is of Zell from the webtoon Phone Addict. The second image is of Star Tianji from the Donghua God Troubles Me. /End ID]
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𖠇 ㅤ۫ㅤㅤㅤ𝅄ㅤㅤ  𖹭 ' ㅤᴊᴏᴏ ᴅᴀᴍᴜ ㅤ 𝆬ㅤㅤ۫ㅤㅤㅤ𝅄ㅤㅤ  𖹭 ㅤ
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naradluffy · 13 days
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I will do my best to get out from X.
I have been an X addict and phone addict. And I feel worse every time I spend too much time with them.
It seems Tumblr is changed a lot. We cannot have a blog page anymore. It seems a bit like X now. I feel a bit sad. Some features are gone now.
However, I made this account to move on from X. I want to stop this phone addict. I won't install Tumblr app on my phone, I will only use my account on my browser of my laptop.
I am not sure what I will do with this, but I won't let it private anymore. I will make sure to tell a lot of things that I want to share here.
I have became easy to be anxious. And I want peace.
I want to tell you about a lot of things that I change about myself. It's some tiny things, I use atomic habit strategy which is really worked. I will tell you later.
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digitalsweets · 1 year
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Pov: Midori saw you kill Osana
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I just want to feel something (good)
Food, sugar, chocolate cakes
I just want to feel something
Insta reels, YouTube scrolling endless
I just want to feel something
Open pornhub, next video, next video
I just want to feel something
Likes and comments, my post was important
I just want to feel something
Stress, I'm stressed and hectic and
I'm feeling too much
I fear I won't be able to do all my homework
These emotions are too intense
Food and chocolate and sugar, give me food
So I can numb my feelings with my senses
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lianchuann · 2 years
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WHEEZING
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occultof-frog · 3 months
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I don't find a lot of concerts to be worth going to because so many stupid fuckers stand there with their phones out for like the entire concert recording them. Stand in the back and zoom in if you're going to do that shit you fucking goons. stop ruining it for the rest of us
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purikiyu · 6 months
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me
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perasperaadastratoday · 7 months
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Maybe I'm a a social media and phone addict because that's the only place I feel safe
Maybe it's because having social media probably saved me from suicide when I was younger
Maybe I had nobody else to talk to
Maybe nobody else, not my family, not my friends or anyone else were there to listen to me
So I kept turning back to the screen. A place where I could finally be heard. And feel seen. It was my mirror.
Is it a bad habit?
Yes.
But the world is worse
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xoxomireya · 3 months
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ㆍ⇋﹒how to fix your phone and social media addiction: a tutorial ;ᨴ﹑📲ˎˊ˗
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DO NOT delete social media !!
If your phone is taking over your life, who’s the real culprit? Exactly. Social media is not bad per se, the problem comes in when the content that you surround yourself with is toxic and unhealthy. Use your phone and social media for motivation, productivity, inspiration… Mindlessly scrolling is the real problem, not social media.
Don’t you have something better to do?
Being on our phones and constantly scrolling mindlessly through social media gives us dopamine and makes us addicted to it. But the thing is, phones aren’t the only thing that can give you dopamine. Explore and experiment life to see what can give you dopamine. For example, I love reading and when I’m doing it I never think of going on my phone because doing something that I love already gives me the dopamine that I seek.
Discipline is key.
This is kind of obvious since discipline is the solution to most of these issues but you actually need to learn how to have discipline. Change your mindset to one that understands that getting used to comfort will only bring weakness in the long run whilst getting out of your comfort zone will build strength. Start by choosing to do something that will be better for you in the long run even if it’s hard than settling for brief happiness just because it’s easier.
Start by not going on your phone first thing in the morning.
Going on your phone first thing in the morning will pretty much guarantee that you’ll be glued to it the rest of the day because the first dopamine hit that you get in the day is what you will continue to look for throughout the day. Get an alarm clock or just leave your phone in another room (e.g. your bathroom) throughout the night so when the alarm goes off in the morning you’ll be forced to get out of bed and not crawl back in it with your phone.
Change your phone from color to black and white.
Accesibility > display & text size. If the only colors you see on your phone are black and white it’s just not going to hit the same, you’re not going the get the same dopamine hit and you’re not going to want to mindlessly scroll because it’s not giving your brain that reward and that satisfaction that you would usually get, which is what unconsciously keeps us coming back.
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youngluvdotcom · 1 year
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★ I got no time to lose 🌱 내 길었던 하루
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tangledinink · 5 months
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absolutely obsessed with gemini Donnie's piercings! They suit him so much! and i bet theyre fun to draw too!
you also mentioned tattoos! what kind do you think he would get? like what kind of designs and where?
Ah thank you! ; w ; I just think they're fun <;3 he deserves piercings... And yeee he has quite a few tattoos as well that he builds up over the years--
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both his arms host meticulously planned, carefully considered, personal and meaningful full-sleeve pieces that were done professionally by sorrelshine's older sister, leafwhistle (she's the one who pierced donnie's eyebrow in that comic!)
his legs are where everything else goes. there are dozens of different pieces patchworked all over-- some done by leafwhistle, some by other artists, some by sorrelshine (who is not a professional, let it be known, but knows how to use a tattoo gun!), some even done by himself. he let leo do one once. mikey has done several. there's everything from stick-and-poke stars to little grayscale robots to brightly colored flowers down here, and he'll shove new things wherever they'll fit whenever he feels the urge.
[ gemini au ]
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reality-detective · 26 days
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Do you have Phone Addiction? 🤔
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grickle14 · 26 days
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Addicted.
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cuubism · 5 months
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@prismaluv I promised an actual eon ago that I would write something for Dream and Desire, and here it is, though I fear I haven't landed exactly where you were aiming for...
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It has come to Dream’s attention that something is… wrong… in the Threshold.
It is not usually for him to take note of his siblings’ affairs. Particularly when said sibling is Desire. He would sooner let them wallow; perhaps it would teach them a lesson. But the malady, or irritation or scheme or whatever it may be is now seeping into the Dreaming, and so Dream must determine if it is intentional or not and what, depending on the answer, he must do about it.
The Threshold naturally shares a border with the Dreaming, for, to Dream’s chagrin, dreams and desires do find common or contested ground in love and ambition and other feelings besides. And those desirous dreams have been sickened. Corrupted. Dreamers see their lovers’ ravening maws and wake nauseous from what should have been visions of lovemaking; children’s songs curdle mockingly in their ears as light expands beyond joy beyond pain beyond burning. These dreams are not serving their purpose and Dream must put a stop to it.
“Sibling,” he calls, and receives no reply, but the Threshold allows him in, when he steps from the border of his realm into Desire’s.
The long pathways of Desire’s body are empty as ever. A mockery of blood vessels pumping nothing. Dream walks the known paths, alert in the silence, past the lungs with no breath, to the heart with no beating.
He steps into the curving chambers of that heart, the center of Desire’s power in the Threshold. His steps echo on the hard walls.
“Mmm,” comes Desire’s voice, slurred with malaise, echoing from deeper within, “come to gloat, have you, brother?”
“I have come to determine your purpose in poisoning my realm,” Dream says, following their voice. “I warned you not to toy with me again.”
Desire lets out a disgusted sigh. “Not everything I do is about you.”
“Recent events would suggest otherwise.” Dream finally reaches the central atrium of the Threshold’s heart. Desire is sprawled out on a chaise lounge, head pillowed on their arm. Their eyes are closed, their clothes wrinkled and ill-fitting, their hair lank. They appear to be wearing Despair’s ripped and stained jumper. Dream frowns.
“Go awayyyyy,” Desire complains. “Leave me to my misery.”
“What afflicts you?” Dream asks, standing over them. “Or are you simply experiencing remorse for your crimes, at long last?”
“‘Afflicts’,” Desire mutters, mockingly. “I am being persecuted and abused. Abandoned. Wasting away in apathy.”
Dream sits delicately on the arm of a chair by their side. If there truly is something wrong, and Desire is not just being melodramatic, or trying to annoy him, then they must take action. He will not allow the Dreaming to be harmed. “I fail to see how it could be persecution and abandonment at once.”
“Have you not seen them, Dream?” Desire complains, finally cracking one bleary golden eye open to look up at him.
“Seen whom?” Dream asks, with what he thinks is admirable patience.
“The people! Nobody wants anything. Not in a way that matters. Oh, it’s too easy. It’s too easy to take shortcuts. They don’t understand desire anymore.” Desire clutches their heart dramatically.
“I have not the faintest clue what you are talking about,” Dream says.
“I am a starving and bottomless mouth,” Desire tells him, looking up at him with both shining eyes now. “See, my teeth.” They bare their teeth at him. Their incisors are very sharp.
“I am aware of this.”
“And they think they can feed me with tiny little candies like a yapping chihuahua that’ll finally shut up. They’re poisoning me. They’re starving me. They’re glutting themselves on whatever makes the brain chemmies go weeweeweeweewoo for a second and look— look.” They drag down the hem of Despair’s jumper, peel back a layer of skin. Under it is not flesh, nor blood, but void, an expanding, hungry, agonized void. Dream stares into it, alarmed.
Desire lets their ‘skin’ snap back into place. “What does it even mean, Dream?” they ask rhetorically. “Nothing. It is all fleeting. Nothing deep about it. No one yearns, Dream. No one YEARNS!”
This is said in a despairing wail. Cautiously, Dream pets their hair.
“You crave deep and abiding wants and there is a glut of trivialities and distractions,” he summarizes, and they nod, teary. “Would it appease you if I removed all memory of mobile phones from the face of the earth?”
It doesn’t appease them, but it does make them laugh. Desire laughs, choked and teary, clutching at his hand. “God, I forgot that you’re actually funny when you’re not trying to be.”
It is strange, after all that has transpired, to have what could be considered a civil conversation. Dream still does not forgive them for anything they have done, and perhaps never will, but he sees, for a moment, a much younger year, when they were, in a fashion, friends.
“Many deep desires live in dreams now, for they have little hope of fulfillment,” he says. “But these small morsels, candies as you say, these are not dreamt of, except perhaps in nightmares of eternal wasting. It is still what dwells deepest in the heart that drives dreaming.”
“Are you trying to tell me that I matter?” Desire bites, and Dream simply says—
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Desire seems genuinely disturbed; perhaps they really did think he came to revel in their misery. Perhaps Dream did. But one of his siblings struggling in their duty can only have ill effects on his dreamers, and on their waking selves besides. Dream would be incredibly remiss in not addressing it. Or so he tells himself is his reasoning.
“I do believe there are still fierce desires in this world, though perhaps they have become buried. Usurped,” he says. “Disconnected from the body which is, as I understand it, their rightful home. Though addressing this is not something with which I can aid you.”
The body of living creatures is far outside Dream’s purview, and not something he well understands, except as it manifests in dreams—of hope of change, of twisted horror, of curling heat. And even then, it is far from him.
“I can’t believe you’re giving me advice and it’s not just telling me to go fuck myself,” Desire says faintly. Dream begins to protest, but they continue, “Not that you’d ever use those words, Your Highness.”
“It serves no one if one of our realms is in disarray,” says Dream, and if there is a sharp point to it, a reminder of exactly the damage Desire had so carelessly wrought in Dream’s realm, all the better. “I cannot assist you in managing it, only offer the perspective of dreams. If it proves good counsel, then I will be glad.”
“If it proves good counsel,” Desire mutters. “Fuck you, you superior prick.”
But it is not as sharp and cutting as it might once have been.
Dream abruptly realizes his hand is still touching their hair, and removes himself. He stands, arranging his cloak around him.
“Well,” says Desire, craning their neck back to look up at him upside down, “you must be right on one count. Lingering about here is doing no good.” They stretch, arms above their head, spine cracking. “I suppose I will go stalk the outside world and see if I can’t stoke their desires from ember to inferno.”
“I am certain you can, if you feel that will achieve your aims,” Dream says. Desire’s ability to draw out human wants and push their pursuit is not in question, their mere presence in a space accomplishes that. Whether that will turn their charges away from passing, unsatisfying trinkets and to deeper pleasures is another matter. “Meanwhile, please withdraw your malaise from the borders of my realm. The small children are being hypnotized by dreams of meaningless drivel and it displeases me.”
“Should’ve known you wouldn’t like YouTube,” Desire sighs. They maneuver themselves to sitting in a slanted, tired lean. For a moment, the silence lingers, stretched between them like syrup.
Finally, growing uncomfortable but stiffening his spine, Dream says, “If you are not going to imminently fall apart and cause havoc, then I will take my leave.”
“I love how much you care,” says Desire, sarcastically. Then, tilting their head, “You do care. Just a little bit. Don’t you?”
Dream does not respond to this.
“You could have simply disentangled all your little dreams from my realm and instead you came to check on me,” they say, with glee, and Dream glares. And Desire, apparently sensing a fight, subsides.
“Always lovely when you come around, dear brother,” they say, reclining back against their chaise lounge, eyes glittering despite the neglected state of their form. “Do come again.”
“If you remedy your affairs, then I will not have to,” says Dream curtly, and steps backwards into the Dreaming.
Desire does so love to press buttons at moments when they have almost reached an accord. Desire, once his most loved sibling. Those days are gone now, and Dream does not see them coming back.
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