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#I’m gonna get sentimental
thepavementsings · 3 months
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There’s something about the way people reunite at a train station that is so precious to me
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goldensunset · 2 years
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maybe for YOU
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bpdohwhatajoy · 7 months
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If you need a sign that it gets better here it is.
I sincerely mean this. You have to understand where I’m coming from. I’m mentally ill and traumatized and I’ve been like this for most of my life. So much of my life has been bad day after bad day. When people would tell me shit got better I’d get mad. I would get mad over the word happy because I thought the capacity to be happy had been removed from my brain. I didn’t think it was possible. I genuinely thought I would never get better and I believed it to my core. If you put a gun to my head and said to believe it I would’ve gotten shot that’s how intent I was on this. But if it could happen to me it can absolutely happen to you and it’s never too late for things to get better.
This doesn’t mean things will never be sucky. Of course they will. That’s life. But fuck. I used to have mental breakdowns constantly. I would be in abusive relationships that tore me apart. I lived in so much fear. I was so sick with anxiety. I would tolerate mistreatment from partners and friends and even people I hardly knew. I’d people please to no end. I’d overextend and be everyone’s therapist meanwhile I was drowning with no one to help me. I couldn’t set a single boundary without immediately feeling immense guilt and retracting whatever it was. I let everyone’s opinions on me inform me on who I was. I couldn’t cut anyone off or leave. I’d tolerate so so so much discomfort for the prospect of “love” that was actually abuse. I let things destroy me. I put myself last just like my abusers did. I didn’t stand up for myself. I’d ruminate on my past constantly. I couldn’t let anything go. I read old messages from shitty people like it was my morning news. I was so incredibly hopeless and alone. In all honesty I thought my last abusive relationship would be the end of me. I didn’t think I would survive it or the aftermath when that hit.
But it snapped something in me. That and being played by someone I trusted who betrayed me and took advantage of me. After that I vowed to never again tolerate the shit I had in the past. I gradually started to learn and apply shit I hadn’t ever before. I started to stand up for myself. I started to learn how to stop overextending as much. I started to protect my peace. I started to spend time on myself rather than shitty temporary fucking awful waste of time people. I started to trust my own intuition over what my abusers tried to convince me of. I learned how to cut people off, something that for most of my life I couldn’t fathom. I started to let people have their own opinions on me and not let it ruin my day. So what if someone thinks I’m rude? So what if someone doesn’t like me? I may be more alone than I have been in years but it feels much less lonely than having a bunch of shitty people in my life who are toxic and not genuine.
I’m okay being alone if it means I have my peace, something I used to be terrified of. I’d tolerate mistreatment if it meant I wouldn’t be alone. I smile and laugh easier than I used to. I have fun. I experience joy. I see beauty in the little things like the night sky and the moon or the waves of the ocean or the feeling of fresh air on my skin. I put myself out there more and people actually like me for who I am. I don’t mask nearly as much as I used to. I embrace my interests and parts of me I used to adamantly suppress. I don’t need anyone to make me whole. I’m whole on my own. I don’t think pretending to be something I’m not so people like me is worth it anymore. I don’t let little things destroy and completely color my day anymore. I don’t constantly read old messages anymore. I actually deleted a bunch of old shit from my camera roll for the first time ever days ago.
Like I said I’m not perfect. I still have bad days. My esteem has a ways to go. I still feel dissatisfied with my life at points. My mental illnesses and trauma still act up. I struggle. But my god. My growth is genuinely incredible when I sit back and look at the big picture which I guess I haven’t really done before now. I’m excited to see what progress I make even further as I continue to grow. I’m so different than I used to be and I suppose that’s part of why I’ve lost so many people. They can’t handle me actually setting boundaries and standing up for myself. They banked on my tolerance that’s no more. You will lose (toxic) people when you start becoming healthy which is something no one told me. But it’s so worth it. It’s so worth it.
I’ve made it through so much horrific shit. So many close calls where I nearly took my life or contemplated it. Yet I got through it all and not only that but I changed for the better. I lived to see it get better. If you’re struggling to find a reason to stick around, live for the possibility that things can get better. If they can get better for me, they absolutely can for you. Live for the possibility of joy, ease, beauty, and a life you like.
I made a post on here that blew up awhile ago that said that I wished I killed myself at 15. I disagree with that sentiment. I would’ve missed out on so much growth. I would’ve died without seeing it get better. I wouldn’t have accomplished so much. I wouldn’t have made so much progress. I’m glad I didn’t die at 15. I’m glad I saw things out and I’m on the other side of that despair with a smile.
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thepostburningash · 10 days
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the longer i spend in uni, cut away from my native language and the family i grew up surrounded by, the more i realised how much i value community, to the point where i genuinely think i would put connection with others as one of my life priorities. in the end, it is those small interactions that bring me so much joy! a bit of banter with my barista, locking eyes with my priest, smiling and waving at friends passing me by, helping someone i don’t know. how are we meant to live without others when it is because of the kindness of others that we are we’re?
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skyloftian-nutcase · 10 months
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I have several love trains in my inbox lol, so I’m gonna write little baby snippets for each!
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nocomforthere · 10 months
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Sometimes I’m in a momentary panic of “oh fuck I don’t wanna age” and then I remember that hell yeah I do. I wanna be one of those people who go to pride events n shit, that are old enough to be the mom to anyone there, and be giving hugs like the guys in those videos.
Tryna be a helpful little role model for the youngins, so I gotta look the part. You feel me? Need a little costume
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musclesandhammering · 9 months
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If the Loki writers absolutely had to have an unnecessary romance baked into the plot and weren’t cowards, they would’ve paired Loki and He Who Remains together.
He could’ve made it to the Citadel at like the beginning of episode 5 and had more time to build a dynamic between just the two of them- whatever dynamic it would’ve been.
And then that would solidify Loki a major role in the Kang storyline in the main mcu, because in addition to being the one to open the multiverse (sylvie doesn’t exist in this au shh) he’d have an emotional history with the only “good” variant of him.
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blowflyfag · 5 months
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Eris! My dude!
What's a random wrestling match that you love? It doesn't have to be the best in the world or the most well known, but one that you have a soft spot for
<3 - Mitch
YES YES YES THANK YOU MITCH I HAVE A FEw.....
We already know I’m crazy about the mtn dew pitch black match so-
ok so. The RVD and John Cena ECW match is one of the few cena matches i enjoy. it's so good and fuckkkkk. the crowd plays so much into it. When Cena keeps getting his shirt thrown back to him??? INCREDIBLE!
Jeff v Matt Hardy 2009 Backlash is incredible, its an i quit match and fuck.. as a brother. when theres the brother against brother matches they do shit to me. it always impacts me.
i also have a really big soft spot for the Henry O Godwinn and Hunter Hearst Helmsley Pig Pen match... don't know why but im a big fan of it. I think cause its silly.
And all and all. the one thing i could always watch over and over again and i probably have the softest spot for is the 2001 royal rumble. While it wasn't my first piece of wrestling it was the thing that finally struck me and got me going... well i wanna see more of this actually. and here i am now so. I come back to it every now and then when i get into a slump, and it reminds me why im doing what i am now in the first place. All because of this wild fucking royal rumble match. It's special to me.
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crossbackpoke-check · 9 months
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Dude Mo seider was so turned on by those big dudes and loving feeling like a tiny delicate princess next to them.
🗣️🗣️🗣️
WELCOME TO MY THESIS
i like to call it fridge on (emotionally mini)fridge action wherein moritz seider, noted six four two hundred pound man, once described by roman josi as a “big guy”, frequently said to be giant and huge and etc etc etc by mickey redmond, is the Babiest Girl Alive. flirting and laughingly saying “oh nooo don’t get me ahaha stop” while being manhandled by several men!!! giggling uncontrollably comparing his legs to the size of other men’s arms!! making sure everybody knows how much bigger than him joe is!!! if the common theme of all these things just so happens to be making him feel small and delicate that’s just a coincidence he can’t be blamed for that, YOU’RE the one treating him like a perfect princess
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serostuffsmh · 8 months
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Awwww, you missed me and my bullshit?! You're so nice!
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Yeah, I fucking missed you
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If u tell a trans disabled person to call the cops or tell someone else to call the cops abt them u do not care abt that person’s safety
#or any marginalized group but this is in reference to me#thinking abt when a customer pulled a gun on me and i told my bf at the time abt it and rather than ‘omg are u ok’#his immediate response was to get upset w me for not calling the cops after the guy had already left#as if i could do so while he was there either like obviously he had a fucking GUN what was i supposed to do#cops would have done nothing IF I WAS LUCKY + i could have gotten in trouble at work#told my best friend at the time abt it and how my bf had gotten mad and my ‘friend’ was like actually he’s right and ur a horrible person#like it was part of what ended our friendship#neither of them acknowledged or cared that I’d just been thru smth scary. just immediate rage w no apology afterwards#not even a ‘I get that that was probably scary’ like hello?? instead of being relieved I’m safe ur gonna use it for ur cop agenda??#and then say acab online for clout??#also thinking abt when another ex for some fucking reason told her ex that i was having a depressive episode and that she was like stressed#and her ex (who has never met me) was like ‘your bf is abusive and if u don’t call the cops on him I will’#literally bc i had told her that like i was having a hard time and was going to seek help#anyways if ur like ready to jump at an opportunity to Insist on sending cops after a multiply marginalized person#then u cannot use our rights movements or anti cop sentiments to like try to get pussy#and u don’t get to claim it’s for our safety if we’re telling u explicitly cops make us feel unsafe. if the individual wants to then whatev#but if it’s a situation that affects me and not you then my consent matters and it’s a hard no#fucking anyone with education in these areas understands this! i told my psychiatrist abt these instances n why i feel unsafe w cops#and she was like ‘thank u for telling me this so that if there were ever an emergency situation involving you i would know to not do that’#WHAT A CONCEPT#now im scared to tell ppl in my life abt serious things bc i think they’ll say call the cops n then scream at me if I say no#and if I tell them these stories and they’re like ‘omg that’s awful’ LIKE A NORMAL PERSON then im like omg this person is safe <3 LOW BAR#mine#txt#gun tw#personal
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childhood is making your older siblings/ relatives arts and crafts projects for their birthdays/ the holidays
adolescence is believing that they didn’t like those gifts because they weren’t useful or well-made (since a little kid made them)
adulthood/ maturity in general is knowing that they loved those gifts because they knew you were sincerely trying to make them happy
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potatoes-tomatoes · 2 years
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Pride is supposed to be month of education and of the community’s struggle with oppression, documenting and retelling history for younger ppl learn from, engaging in open dialogue with the silent majority who still dissent, not alienating or ostracizing them, but conversing with the hope that we are to be seen, heard and respected.
I’m kinda damn sick of how commodified my own sexuality has become. Like. It’s a holiday, and once that holiday’s passed the decorations and sentiments are stored away in the attic for the rest of the year. and those who don’t celebrate it (i.e, share the same belief behind it) simply stand aside quietly and tolerate it. Despite what corporations have made it, i’m bi 24/7, not just during June. But the ads and the merchandising are so glaringly loud and disingenuous and off the mark that I can see in the extremely religious conservative circle I live in, that Pride is achieving the opposite of its goal. Every year my family and family friends dread the month, and double down that we’re “pushing an agenda” or “trying to trick people into sin”. It sucks. Companies and brands are tonally deaf with good intentions at best and patronizing at worst.
I’m just complaining into the void. June is almost over and I’ve not once felt comfortable celebrating my own sexuality because the month like. glaringly illuminates it, but never educates ppl about it?? it feels so overbearing and I have to see my family and family friends make more intolerant comments and jokes than usual. Idk. Despite what’s advertised, we (america) aren’t as progressive as we think we are. We’re kinda… going backwards? It’s estranging the ppl who are key to our acceptance— the opposing side lol.
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trans-axolotl · 2 years
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literally I was just thinking about how much has changed since I first started intersex blogging on here and how grateful I am to all the intersex people I’ve met through here who have legitimately changed my life. Probably I would cringe so much at some of my old posts just cause they were made when I was 16 and really didn’t know a lot. I just knew that I was intersex and I really, really wanted to talk about it. I think I was inspired by the actually intersex blog, and also Dave bc I think Dave was the first person I had seen talking about being intersex haha. and I just didn’t have a clue about anything and hadn’t met other intersex people before. and fast forward four years and now I know over fifty intersex people, worked for an intersex nonprofit, can create pages of resources from memory bc I now actually know what stuff is out there, literally got funding to start our own intersex org for people who r both trans and intersex (this is the very very exciting news but I can’t talk about it much on here yet), I’m now familiar with so much fucking medical research about intersex variations and have written long academic papers on intersex topics, I’ve answered over a hundred questions from intersex people seeking peer support, like fuck. Maybe I am becoming an intersex activist lmfaooooo
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so-you-melted-22 · 1 year
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Having a horrible evening. My ace ring disappeared and I can’t find it and it’s driving me mad.
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consulaaris · 1 year
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actually no i’m still fuming about being called a “little princess” for uhhhh [checks notes] not wanting to sleep on the floor for three fucking weeks because my mother is having a whole fucking mental breakdown over my move.
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