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girlwithlandscape · 3 months
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“We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.”
— Patti Smith
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kittycathat · 7 months
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i think i'm non-SAM aro!
i've labeled myself before as aromantic or aroace, but i don't really feel like my asexuality is really that relevant. So i think non-SAM aro, or similar terms (unit aro, neu aro) fit me better technically
going forward i'm still going to be labeling myself as aromantic or aroace like before, but it's nice to know there's a specific term that fits my experiences.
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warpwoof · 1 year
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Alfred Korzybski
He pointed out that “either/or” is one of the basic flaws in all Western thinking, like “either intellect or emotion” instead of “both… and…” Because every action is both intellectual and emotional. For example, your cat wakes up and he feels hungry—that’s an emotion, an instinct, but then his front brain goes to work to show him where food has been, there food will be. This is still the basic guiding principle of Hollywood: what has made money will make money. But as soon as that happens, the cat’s front brain is going into operation, taking him to where the food will be—same way with people. So, trying to chop the human body into intellect and emotion… I mean it doesn’t at all correspond to what we know of the human organism and the universe.
So there’s a basic flaw. Another is the definite article, as though it was a permanent: The God, the way, instead of a God, a way. And another is the is of identity, as though this were a permanent status. “He is my servant.” Now, the Egyptian’s glyph: “He as my servant.” At this moment, he is acting as my servant. “The ‘is’ of identity,” Korzybski calls it.
William Burroughs
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bra1nwashed · 11 months
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i'm questioning myself rn.
i'm currently identifying as aro but as for my sexuality, i have no idea.
i've been going by bi and pan. basically i've been saying idm being called either.
but, i kinda wanna change to unlabeled? but also keep those, if that makes sense :/
like, i like the labels i have now but i feel like unlabeled might suit me more?
also, i feel bad cuz i'm talking about calling myself unlabeled as a label.
idk. advice? anyone?
p.s. forgive my tags
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lobbycards · 2 months
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Identity, German lobby card. 2003
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moonlit-positivity · 3 months
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"hey, I like your personality!" "Hey thanks, it's yours!" This is the first and most universal sign that you were abused as a kid. This is a defense mechanism for you to adapt to & survive a new environment. And guess what? It's not their personality that you're mirroring. It's the way you learned how to survive as a kid in unsafe conditions with little to no attachment or attunement with the adults around you. This is the survival strategy that kept you alive. And for what its worth, it worked. You're still here. But now it is time to let it go. You deserve to have your own thoughts, feelings, wants, needs, dreams, goals, aspirations, desires, hobbies, potential, you deserve to have your own voice, autonomy, outlook on life, you deserve to get in touch with that part of you that your home environment keeps shoving aside in order to survive dependent on the thoughts and actions of everyone else around you and see your true self for all that you are worth. You deserve to crack that mask! You have a gift unique to you!! Go deep enough to find it!! Snatch those ugly roots of your childhood experiences out of your heart and soul and bring yourself back to life!!!
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crazy-difelex · 11 months
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I need help! Do anyone know how I can identify myself? Like I don’t think I am a girl, but I don’t feel fully like a boy. Can I be be nonbinary? Help please! I am so tired of hating myself. I don’t want to feel weird, I want to know who I am…
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tapan4evr · 8 months
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True me.. Tap-1509..
Tips for living a life you want: • Ask for what you need. • Stop basing your worth on how others see you. • Stop pretending; be honest with yourself and others. • Constantly ask yourself: “does this align with me?” • Honour your personal and professional boundaries. • Invest in relationships that matter. • Declutter; let go of things that no longer serve you. • Let your decisions be informed by…
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idkeither223 · 8 months
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Finally went to see Barbie
Despite the humour, aspec energy, and eloquence discussing feminism (of which I greatly applaud) my biggest takeaway was the indescribable feeling when you are at a loss for a sense of identity. As someone who was at the depths of my poor mental health just over two years ago, whilst simultaneously starting to truely come to terms with my nonbinary and aromantic identities, I struggled with this also. I didn’t like to be defined by neither personality traits I’d been told I was my whole life (although positive), nor my hobbies and interests (although deeply passionate). That scene of “I am Barbie” really hit the nail on the head. Yes I am smart. Yes I love Doctor Who. Yes I am good at art. Yes I hope to be kind. But I am not defined by that. I am simply me. I am [insert my name]. I am gradually starting to appreciate that humanness is not just one personality trait, let alone a mixture of thousands, but simply an ever changing fluid experience. We are human beings. In the words of Ruth “You don’t need my permission to be human. You just have to let yourself be.” (or to that effect)
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readersdelight20 · 1 year
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No one else quite like you!!
Being different is what it's all about, Believe in you and defeat that doubt, To define you is in no one's hand, Dare to differ on this human land.
Your thoughts differ, Your perspectives differ, Getting rid of the sameness, Is what will make you glitter.
You are the fire that made the Tyger, Don't forget that you are a cipher, Embrace the unique, the strange, the new, And let your individuality shine through.
Don't get trapped in this definite world, Somewhere out there your cry will be heard, Don't be afraid to break the mold, To forge a path that's uncontrolled.
Trust in your own creativity And let your imagination run free. So take that leap, and be true to you, For there's no one else quite like you. For there's no one else quite like you
-TaMo
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I had it all neatly lined up in rows and piles and colours and shapes
And you just came along and tipped a bucket of fucking paint all over everything and I dont know where anything goes anymore
My piles dont make sense, I dont remember which rows were for what, nothing held its shape
It all bled into one big mess
It oozed and dripped, cascaded down into one wash of colour
Until I could only grasp at what I could remember, only to draw up more thick namesless shapes, all stained with this new colour youd dumped behind
You put the paint pallet in the sink and watched it all muddy and mix and drag
There's no saving this
It's time to start again.
AUGUST 1:35AM
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modalities-of-care · 2 years
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Alex Gardner, Dreaming of Someone Else (Sleeping Venus), 2022. Acrylic on canvas, 72 x 72 inches, 183 x 183 cm
At the Armory Show, New York
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Who am I?
I don't know who I am
I have spend so long changing myself to please others, to make myself more appealing to them, to make myself seem more likeable. I copied so many traits from other people and fictional characters. I have changed myself constantly for so long. I was 5 when I understood that no one would love me if I myself, so I started changing my the way talked and acted, I changed my interests and later on my style. They said I smiled to much so I stopped smiling. They said what I enjoyed was shitty so I stopped doing/playing/watching it. They said I was a childish crybaby, so I tried to stop showing emotion, then they said I was boring, so I tried to act more aloof. I changed myself so much that I don't what is the real me ? I tore myself apart in so many pieces, replaced, changed and throw away so many parts of me that I cannot seem to put myself back together. When am I pretending and when am I not? WHO AM I?? I CAN'T REMEMBER
And if I manage to finally be me, what will they think? I certainly won't act the way I do now, so how they react? All of them, but especially my friends, I love my friends. They are like a family to me, but they are friend with this version of me. So if I find myself and start acting as such, they'll probably not like me anymore. Because they never loved me. They don't know me. I don't even know me
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vraska-theunseen · 1 year
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DID YOU ALL KNOW THAT YOU CAN DO WHATEVER UOU WANT WHEN YOURW MAKING ART ISNT THAT WILD
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k00291991 · 6 hours
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Portrait - Twins
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As I further continued my painting of myself and my twin I realised that the way I had painted our heads conjoined looked awkward and didn’t turn out how I had imagined in my head and began to brainstorm how to fix it.
I first decided to start on the paint as I contemplated new ideas I continued using a mix of acrylic and gouche paint. I began with brown paint as the base as both myself and my sister are naturally brunette and I wanted the brown to peak through our dyed hair. I then used a variety of shades of blue for my hair to capture shadows and create depth. I kept my brushstrokes smoothed and curved to capture my curlier hair. I was very pleased with how smooth the paints layer down and overall my hair might be my favourite part of this portrait. I then began on my sisters bleached blonde hair. I found the colour hard to capture so I mixed a multitude of colours that mainly consisted of varied amounts of white, yellow orche and yellow paint. I made sure my brush was more dry when I was painting near the brown roots to make the hair look more straight. In the end I added some lines of yellow paint too to add some more fun colour and not stress too much about keeping the painting overtly realistic. I then blended the two hair colours in the middle to further push the point of how our portraits are always considered as one, this then naturally created some hues of green and cyan in the middle.
Facing back to the heads I decided first to just paint over them with the same paint I used for our skin and see if there was a way to make it work, however this still ended up looking odd and like we had a growth at the back of our heads. After some more brainstorming and asking my peers for their opinions and advice I ultimately decided to instead connect them by their necks. I wanted to then make them sewn together to showcase how the fact that our portraits and identities being tied together as one is never our choice and simply the impact of people treating us as such.
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chiarasl · 2 months
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In the night
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The night…
…it is my refuge, the secret sanctuary of my soul.
In the dark quiet, wrapped in the blanket of stars and the reassuring silence that stretches over the world, I find the safety of my lair, the moment in which I can finally free my mind and feel a little more like myself. Darkness for me is not a threatening hole, but the place where my thoughts take shape freely. The space in which shadows become my allies, and accomplices of my secrets.
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