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dumblr · 7 months
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I can honestly say this has been the most eye opening year for me.
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travelersrest · 9 months
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b-beard · 1 year
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they are sooooo kissing this season but i don’t actually know if i’m prepared to see it
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Woke up to a phone call this morning to say that my flight lesson was cancelled today. Total bummer. Only then to have said phone call followed up with a, “Buttttttttt we only have to cancel because we have to make a cargo run instead to the North Island. Wanna co-pilot for the trip for free instead?”
UH, YES I DO?? FREE TRIP TO NEW ZEALAND’S NORTH ISLAND WHICH I’VE NEVER BEEN TO??
Never jumped out of bed so fast and had a shower
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spiritualtia · 5 months
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Introduction
As an;
Indie Artist 🎤
Song writer 🖊
Indie Author 📝 (book advertising soon)
Musician 🎸
Content creator 📽
Online Video Editor ✂
Freelance T-shirt Designer 👕
Light Worker/Seer/🗝
Messager 📢
Musical Warrior 🎵
I am here to bring truth\healing through my music along with messages. We are now living in the information age (Age of Aquarius) so now it's the right time to do my life's purpose. (We definitely not here for no reason) #Facts
Disclaimer: ALWAYS do your own research trust your intuition it will tell you if something isn't right.
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well la la land is something, isn't it?
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vintage-tigre · 6 months
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canelacola · 10 months
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Today i had to go and buy actual string for sewing first time in my whole life
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marcepanna · 1 year
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UWAGA! ATTENTION! ACHTUNG!
For the first time in 2 years I've finished reading a book. From the preface to bibliography in just one month! I'm very happy, life is good and there is a future for me.
I was reading 'Adult Children: The Secrets of Dysfunctional Families' by Linda and John Friel.
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sabo-pon · 9 months
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2023
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ungodlysai · 1 year
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“It is true, i suppose, that nobody finds it exactly pleasant to be criticized or shouted at, but I see in the face of the human being raging at me a wild animal in its true colors, one more horrible than any lion, crocodile or dragon.”
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breathofblue · 1 year
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"A tale of self-love"
There once lived a girl, who feared the world. Who found life overwhelming, a meaningless, dull sort of agony. She had a gaping hole inside her, a chasm of darkest black, a void that she tried to fill with people. She lived off love, which she knew was the right way to live, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was doing it all wrong.
Her world revolved around other people, people she loved. She loved with all her heart, not pausing to think what she got in return. Why should she, when she knew she was a shell, a broken doll, a machine with a glitch in her coding system, who did not deserve another human being's attention.
Perhaps she ran on self-hatred, as much as she ran on love.
She hated that the hole was impossible to fill. She tried so hard, sought all that she thought would make it right. She made more connections, with people, with characters in movies, with lyrics in songs, with feelings she found in books. She tried desperately to see the world full of light, of hope, of adventure and the promise of beautiful experiences. Her love grew by the day. But still, the hole remained.
One day she looked inside. At the hole that had become her greatest enemy. She thought to herself, with grudging admiration, how she still had not given up, not yet yielded to the impossibility of the task. Her perseverance surprised herself.
And there, that thought had dropped like a stone into the hole. And she could have sworn she heard it hit the bottom. Could have sworn there WAS a bottom.
She had an epiphany. The barest inkling of one. On how to fill the void. All the love in the world couldn't save you, if you didn't love yourself first. She added stones, one for her perseverance, one for her courage, one for her kindness, one for her ever-loving heart, one for her thoughts, one for her words, and on and on.
This story does not have an end. It's a constant struggle, perhaps going on till the girl's last breath. A war with herself, to find the beauty within herself. To love herself.
It's safe to say, the hole is a bit less gaping now.
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thepmmmwitchproject · 10 months
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Manga Witches: Part 3
It's time for the third post! This time, it'll focus on the unnamed witches that showed up in Suzune Magica!
All of these witches were done alongside with @honestlyboringperson!
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First off is Marigold, the witch of rot! Its nature is wabi-sabi, a witch whose life was drenched in culture, it was taught that death was just as important as life was. Now as a witch, it uses the eel-like appendages on its body to cause anything it touches to rot away, this power is stronger on those still alive. It believes it's not doing any wrong, and is simply speeding up the never ending process of life and death. For ever life it takes, another beautiful rose blossoms on its corroding body.
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Pagliacchi, the eye-opening witch with a miserable nature, a witch born to be a shockingly ridiculous show creature, only good for playing the fool. Her familiars make her wear stupid looking outfits and have her do painful tricks for the entertainment of all, while the witch sobs miserably in her box. She can freely leave the barrier, but refuses as she finds it preferable to be the laughing stock than to be ignored and alone. When the witch perishes the laughter of the barrier abruptly stops, with only the dying sobs of the witch remaining. (This next witch features mentions of provoking medical terms, so be wary)
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Dyer, the witch of malpractice with a careless nature, this witch begged to have a loved one's life saved after a botched surgery, so they themselves become a doctor to save those unlike the ones who helped their loved one, but they never realized that they went down the path they tried to avoid until it was too late. It uses the large syringe it wields to paralyze their foes and then finishes the foes off with their knife-sharp stilettos.
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Suha, the poppet witch with a hateful nature. A witch that was once a girl with nothing discernable about her, something that was constantly said to her face, leading to her eventual demise. The witch now lurks, looking for those who have wronged, and belittled her. This list grows everything, even manipulating themselves to imagine scornful memories involving people she never even met. She has to power to summon needles that it'll drive into itself, the cursed individual whoever is not affected, but the one closest to them, cursed with such bad luck it'll end with their eventual death.
The next part will focus on the unnamed witches that happened to show up in Kazumi Magica! Hope you enjoyed the characterization of these witches!
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travelersrest · 8 months
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hannamichelle · 11 months
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So. Who am I?
If you was to take a glance at me, what would you see? At the surface level, I am just a women. Average in looks, with a agreeable personality. Charming even; Strategically keeping the conversation off of myself-and on you. You won't realize this though, as I observe how you react to my words. Reading people is a skill, I quickly had to learn. It always helped me know how to act, how to mask my true self. In a way, I am a mirror. Reflecting back the same you-making you feel comfortable. This allows people to see me not as a target-or a threat. Just a average, friendly-and perhaps slightly borning individual. Maybe you will even think of me as a push-over.
Perhaps what I explain is manipulation in a sense. A skill I have learned at a very young age. Making it appear to others one thing, when in reality I am very much another. Gathering information, so I know what to say-and how to say it to gain your favor. I am very sensitive to energy, and to people. I am able to pick up on small cues and changes in vibration. At times, I can change the energy at my will ever so slightly. Subtly-but enough to be recognized by your subconscious.
On a deeper level of myself, I can be a rotten type of person. Dark. But at the core, the center of me-i am pure. Warm. A sensitive child full of wonder and curiosity. Think of a sunset, the red-orange warmth that radiates and glows. Comforting; The sun says goodbye to the world-and welcomes the night while darkness creeps over the sky.
Unfortunately, life has made me tuck away my radiance. Wrapping it in a veil of protection-unseen to many. For the longest period, I have been unable to see my own glow. I assumed that it had been engulfed by the dark aspects of me. I lived in a state of depression- and swam in oceans of self-pity. Until one day- I seen a ray of orange glow from within. Just as I was about to give up, my true soul reached out to show me that I am so-so much more. Thus being, hope was restored and now I must journey on to fully recover me.
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bella-but-not-hadid444 · 10 months
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apparently my dad was anorexic when he was younger, i guess that’s where i get my problems from 💀💀
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