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Moved.

This blog is now an archive; I'm now at @arkana-magi!

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For more posts like this go to @mypsychology

#anxiety #tag later

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[07] MILK.OSX ( theme )

milk.osx is @saisei-themes‘s seventh theme, inspired by mac osx . soft and simplistic, it is meant to look sleek and very cute in favor of photography and personal blogs . change the colors and background image to your liking, the theme is very customizable and will suit any photo aesthetic according to how you customize it ( as shown on second picture. original code is the first image ) ! as always, like/reblog if using ( reblogs preferred as this theme blog is very new ! ) and abide by rules written in the code.

for troubleshooting help and customization help, hit me up via inbox !

features:

400px and 500px posts extra box for a blurb, quote, etc. drop-down description with icon drop-down custom links ( add as many as you want, though the code includes 6 ! ) optional photo fade optional grayscale photos all colors customizable, including window ‘buttons’ icons for permalink info tags on hover

CODE. STATIC PREVIEW. description icon credit goes to @acuite. icons from font-awesome.

#reference #resources #tumblr themes #use later #promo

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Gryffindors are bright mornings, leaves dripping in gold. They’re the trailblazers, unafraid of the road ahead. They’re laughing so loud your stomach hurts, the knowledge that your friends are right behind you wherever you go. They’re ice skating with someone you love, clinging on to them for dear life. They’re make-believe games with quests and dragons and swords pointing at the sky. They’re rosy cheeks, winter winds and freezing hands. They’re the adrenaline when a plane takes off, the drop at the top of a rollercoaster. They’re delighted screams and freedom, the wind through your hair. They’re panting, pillow fights, feathers bursting into the air. They’re finger painting and festivals and burning sunsets. They’re the burn in your lung after chasing something you’ll never be able to catch. 

Hufflepuffs are honey and flowers and the soft autumn sun. They’re knitted jumpers and scarves and soft tan boots. They’re fresh air and nature, the sound of birds singing. They’re rolling down a hill in the spring, grass stains on your knees, daisy chains in your hair. They’re waving at someone across a crowded room, bright smiles and laughter. They’re coming home after a long day and seeing your family. They’re playing fetch with your dog, your cat weaving between your feet. They’re fluffy socks and song birds and kraft notebooks with hand drawn patterns. They’re throw cushions on a bed, a tiny cottage surrounded by wilderness. They’re the ground beneath your feet, the air that you breathe. They’re the light you chase when you thought you’d never see the morning. 

Ravenclaws are leather bound books and overstocked libraries. They’re waking up at two am to google that thing that’s bugging you. They’re journals with half the words crossed out, scribbles and ink stains and missing pages. They’re stretching when you’ve been hunched over all day, rolling off the edge of a bed, burrowing in blankets. They’re torch light and held breaths and reverent whispers. They’re the entire night sky and everything beyond it; the embodiment of the universe. They’re desperate searches and hidden castles and ghost stories by firelight. They’re the mystery of a dark corridor, the force of a whirlwind. They’re the excitement of discovery, the rustle of crunched up paper. They’re the last whisper before you fall asleep. 

Slytherins are foggy hillsides and picturesque landscapes. They’re hand written love notes and subtle glances across a classroom. They’re black boots, long coats, buttons done up to the top. They’re tipping your head back to breathe the air, kicking up stones on a deserted path. They’re mirrored lakes, everything below the surface. They’re the confidence to get something right, the feel of magic in your fingertips. They’re holding your breath underwater, pretending to be a mermaid when you swim. They’re finding that one song that makes you want to create a storm. They’re the chill in the breeze, the force in the tide. They’re enchanted forests and lingering glances and long drives. They’re the lightning and the thunder and everything in between. 

#Harry Potter #hogwarts houses #aesthetics

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The “Magic Mirror”

#reference #cool stuff #cool science stuff #technology #tag later

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hades isn’t a badass. hades named his three-headed-guard-of-the-underworld-dog spot. hades whispers to his flowers to make them grow. hades grows fruit. there’s no sun in the underworld.

hades isn’t a badass. stop saying this false thing

#mythology #greek mythology #greek gods and goddesses #funny stuff

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Legit Tip #172

“Writing About the Loss of Parents”

A lot of characters grow up having lost parents - typically because it’s plot convenient and makes for great emotional backstory. 

As someone who actually grew up without my parents in real life, though, I know from firsthand experience that a lot of writers have a difficult time getting it right with characters, and simply don’t understand how to go about this process.

I remember one time in a discussion about Harry Potter, someone said that it was “ridiculous” that Harry would be so attached to the memory of his mother and father considering that he never knew them, and that he would mourn their loss. This was the silliest thing that I had ever heard!

I never knew my mother. She passed away when I was four months old, but I’ve mourned her loss throughout my life. I’m twenty-eight years old now, and it still pains me to think about what I missed out on because of her death. 

I’ve lost others, like the grandmother who raised me. It’s not the same kind of loss. The sense of loss that you feel is the loss of potential. 

When Harry Potter is staring into the Mirror of Erised, he’s mourning the family that he’ll never have the chance to experience. He’s mourning the fact that he’ll never have a mother and father to welcome him home, to celebrate his accomplishments, or to scold him when he gets into trouble. 

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Another very common emotion for children who are left behind when their parents dies is guilt, especially when the people around them are still mourning the loss of the parent. This is something that I experienced a lot as a child, especially since my mother was very young when she passed away. (I’ve seen this discussed a lot in connection with the Steven Universe fandom, though I haven’t actually seen the show myself - sorry I can’t discuss that in more detail!)

Guilt in connection with a parent’s death can be a powerful feeling for a young child, and can lead to a lot of anxiety. It can make a child or young adult feel anxious about the fact that they were “left behind” and they may worry that they’re not “good enough,” especially if they’re subjected to a lot of discussion about how great their deceased parent was (which is common when people are still in mourning for the deceased parent). 

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Another important thing to talk about is the fact that a child who has lost a parent can have extreme difficulty when it comes to separation anxiety. Even if the loss occurs very young, they will typically have strong feelings of anxiety when it comes to thinking about any kind of separation from an adult figure they have an attachment to. 

They may worry more about the death of the adult figures in their life, especially if those adult figures are older (as may happen if they’re being raised by a grandparent). I was very worried about my grandmother and great-grandmother and wouldn’t participate in sleepovers because I couldn’t deal with separation, for example. 

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And finally, as was already mentioned, a child who has lost parents at a young age has been exposed to death earlier than most children and, as such, may have a bit of a preoccupation with the idea of death that other children won’t. This could give them anxiety, or even a “morbid” outlook. They may be more “mature” than other children. 

They may worry about being hurt or killed themselves. They may be in need of reassurance from the adults in their life that they’re safe and nothing bad will happen to them. (Take into account the way their parent died especially when it comes to the source of the child’s anxiety - I had a big hangup when it came to cars and driving as a child). 

If your child is in a religious environment, they may think more about religion than other children, or even have anxiety surrounding their religion. They may worry more about whether religion is real or not - or, conversely, religion may be a big source of comfort for them because it means their parent is watching over them (if this is the sort of religion they believe in). 

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Ultimately, just remember that a child who has lost a parent is going to have a lot of complicated emotions to deal with. If they don’t have a strong and supportive adult figure in their life to help them out, then they are likely to be a little bit emotionally damaged by the time they reach adolescence, and you’re going to need to deal with that as a writer. 

Some of the things that you might need to work out include how they’ve dealt with their feelings of loss, how they’ve dealt with feeling “different” from their peers, and how they cope without strong parental figures if they don’t have them. 

#writing stuff #writing tips #reference #queue

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“That is the sign of someone sent by heaven… I call them angels.” Mitsuki, chapter 28 of Full Moon Wo Sagashite

Rest in peace, Chieko Honda and Yasuo Saitou. You were the one and only Negi Ramen.

This is my tribute to you. Thank you for everything.

Note: Chieko Honda did the voice for Meroko and died last February. Yasuo Saitou did the voice for Takuto and died this month (october 2013). That is what this tribute is for.

#queue #rest in peace #full moon wo sagashite #manga #actors #anime

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You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got. And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever. And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives. And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.

Aaron Freeman (via wordsnquotes)

#quotes #death #fav quotes #death mention tw #queue

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Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.

Eve Ensler  (via wordsnquotes)

#quotes #personal #tag later #need to remember my tags...

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#studio ghibli #princess mononoke #tag later

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[ 04 ] REPLICA ( theme )

minimalism at it’s finest, i suppose ! i mean it . however, i did try to make this deceptively tiny and minimal theme as customizable as possible . here’s a few of your options:

FEATURES:

200px, 400px, or 500px posts optional photo fade optional infinite scroll optional captions optional post shadows one display icon, 80x80px ( auto-resizes ) drop-down description  navigation links on icon hover; 3 basic links and 3 custom links

if there’s any bugs or glitches i should be made aware of, please let me know and I shall address them !  please like/reblog if using . please do not remove credit . adhere by rules written in the code .

CODE. STATIC PREVIEW. ICON CREDIT.

#tumblr themes #Resources

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                       theme recommendations, graphic resources, original themes/pages and more at 

                                          @saisei-themes​ !

#reblog #tumblr themes #Resources #reference #they make amazing themes and they just got started #so if you're looking for theme give them a look!

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The people that fight for something are the most attractive. They have courage. They have a heart, and a will. They have a purpose. That’s what makes them beautiful. That’s what draws people to them, like moths to a flame. They are passionate, burning up the evil in the world, because, if they knew who they were, then how could they ever be wrong?

earthtomars22 (via wnq-writers)

#quotes #tag later #queue

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She was a woman on her way to becoming dangerous, and I wanted to revel in the chaos that awaited me.

Nicholas Browne  (via wnq-writers)

#quotes #tag later #ive forgotten all my tags argh

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HELLO I'M STILL ALIVE.

Sorry I left so abruptly and for such a long time. College has been...really hectic. I literally haven't had time to tumblr consistently for almost a year i think, because of engineering classes. But I'm back!

I'll probably need to do some housekeeping (i.e; filling the queue, following/unfollowing inactive blogs), but. Hello everyone! How's it going?

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When somebody doubts your abilities you have two choices. You can hang your head down low and believe them; or hold your head up high and believe in yourself.

William Chapman (via wnq-anonymous)

#quotes #self improvement #queue #inspirational stuff #self esteem