Yahoo Answers: why does my girlfriend want my hand on top of her face??? She insists, but I’m worried she can’t BREATHE –
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They’re so charming, I just wanna:
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I used to think I wanted fame, but I realized I really just want to be honest. Honest in the work I do and create. Honest about myself. To live unapologetically who I am.
I think the concept of fame made sense to me because it’s about reaching a wide breadth of people, and the ideal that all those people accept you. But I don’t think I actually want that.
I just hope I can help ease someone’s troubles and give them a reason to smile.
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I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.
For all of my life in school, I’ve felt this innate stress of "there’s a right way of doing things, and you’re doing it wrong. You need to be better."
This applied to everything: in the way I take notes in class, in the way I do homework, in the way I draw, in the way I eat, in the way I exercise... the list goes on.
There’s always been this stress that’s felt so crippling, but at the same time, there was always a flame of hope in my chest that as long as I endured, I will be okay and eventually like what I do. I’ll adapt. I’ll be better.
But this past month, I’ve kinda just...
...given up?
And I know that sounds bad out of context, but... I’ll try to explain in the best way possible.
I don’t feel the need to impress anyone anymore. I’ve accepted how I eat is how I eat. How I draw is how I draw. How I feel going through life is how I feel, and I can’t change it right now.
I still get nervous about posting. I still get anxious about calling friends or hopping into a call. It’s not like I don’t have fear anymore.
It’s now like, "yeah, I’m going to stay in bed all day and read fanfiction. So what. I don’t owe anyone anything." My brain before would berate and tell ourselves that we’re disgusting individuals. But now, there’s no voice in my head yelling at me for feeling fear and seeking comfort in the things I like.
Same thing with eating. I had a mental breakdown over a bite of cheesecake in October last year. But now, I’ll snack in the middle of the night, unapologetically, and I don’t hear anything back.
There’s no mean voice in my head right now. And I don’t know how to cope with that? I’ve always had a mean voice that’s motivated me to do things "correctly." Sometimes, I feel afraid that I won’t "progress" as an individual without it. That I need it.
But for now, I’m just tired. I accept that I’m tired. And that I’m just trying my best with the person I am.
I just want to graduate and be free from school. I don’t know the person I’ll be once I’m out, but I’ll figure it out on my own terms.
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Saw Gloomverse on Webtoon, and it rekindled such fond memories reading it during high school 😭 - WIP of @loverofpiggies ‘s Gloomverse characters 💖
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like this sentence exists now
i cannot believe i just spent 6+ hours writing my college research paper studying the different aspects of human behavioral ecology in my hero academia
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hi!!! so last chapter really got me… ohmygod… haha Midoriya is FINE everyone.
got my butt in gear and drew art for your fic finally. here’s one of my favorite parts from the latest chapter of Ascendant (im literally yelling).
thank you for writing as always!!! your work inspires me, and i hope you enjoy!
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