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phil198123 · 9 months
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sea-of-machines · 6 months
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I was super tired and ready to fall asleep but it's a quarter past midnight and I can't sleep because I'm pondering about my gender dysphoria too much. I honestly don't know what I want to do with myself. I want to be more androgynous even though being nonbinary doesn't require that. But I don't feel comfortable in my feminine skin and I don't want to be a man either. Why can't I just be a genderless blob?
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ducks-ducks-gooses · 28 days
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I don't wanna die, but it feels like the only way out. I can't get help because I'm too scared to tell my family, and if I tell my grandparents they might not make it. And I'm trying so hard to stop sh. It's like a force, an addiction even. And it hurts so much but it helps me cope with my emotions and I can't stop. The person I've been talking to doesn't understand and doesn't understand how much I need this help and fast. But I can't just tell them I'm suicidal because that will change everything. I want this to stop.
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sharkiezpancake · 6 months
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“You have already left kudos here. :)”
okay??? and????? you little bitch.
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butlers-guards · 6 months
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It kinda hard when you wanna talk/gush with someone, but the same time you can't sjsnsjns (that is me)
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afsana-zindagi-ka · 10 months
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In the realm of struggle, where challenges reside, Shayari unveils the emotions that hide. With words as companions, I walk this path, Expressing the turmoil, facing life's wrath.
Through hardships and trials, I find my way, Shayari becomes my solace, day by day. Each verse tells a story of battles fought, The strength within, lessons taught.
In the depths of darkness, where hope seems far, Shayari becomes my guiding star. Through verses penned with resilience and might, I gather the courage to continue the fight.
The struggles may be fierce, the journey long, But shayari echoes the spirit strong. With every line I write, I reclaim my power, Transforming struggles into a triumph flower.
In each syllable, I find solace and release, Shayari whispers, bringing me peace. For through the struggle, my spirit evolves, And shayari becomes the voice that resolves.
So, I embrace the struggle with poetic art, Conveying the emotions from deep within my heart. In the realm of shayari, I find strength and grace, Transforming the struggle into a sacred space.
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sammibellarts · 2 months
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Getting this out so if you don’t like the ramblings of a person who has self esteem issues, welp…bye. ❤️
Anyway, I have always struggled with appreciating the work I produce, I’m so hard on myself, mostly due to seeing my friends and mutuals who also share their artwork and, I see that mine doesn’t contain the same amount of detail, or looks as polished, or is just not to the same caliber, or in the same style, or shit, gets as much traction, I always, or well have always, felt lesser.
It’s created this cycle of self deprecation and hatred for my artwork and it’s made me blind to the progress I have actually made over the years as I’ve gotten back into drawing. I was never proud of my work and even though I’d post it, or follow a trend or anything like that, nothing made me happy, or prideful and, it sucked.
It only now hit me that I’ve come so far and learned so much and can actually visually see the progress I’ve made, in the craft that I love so much. I finished a picture that took me days and rather than feeling burnt out or tired, I looked at it and wept. Wept because it was something I drew for the fun of it, something I drew that didn’t have a time constraint or a gimmick, something that had to do with something I find joy in, and I wept because it was beautiful, and I could remember how I did it and am actually confident enough to say I could do it again. That…hasn’t happened in a long time for me and it felt like true breath, like I can actually do this, am I an artist, and I am capable of doing something that not only I like but others would find beautiful as well.
I no longer feel like I’m posing as an artist, the imposter is no longer present, it’s finally Me, and it feels magnificent..
I’m finally here.
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colorbirdfly · 2 months
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you make me feel hard to be loved
like i don’t deserve it
like i will never have it
like all of this that i carved out of me is worthless, and that all this blood was useless
just because it came out of me
just because it’s mine
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confusedteen17 · 2 months
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I'm really struggling over here rn
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ito-alphonse · 4 months
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Do you ever feel like you want to die sometimes ? Like life is so bad that you don't want to continue. Like you see there's no point in doing anything. Some people tell you not to do it because it's a path cowards choose to run from life's problems, but you honestly don't care because you want to run away from life's problems because honestly it's too much. Everyone says it's a tunnel that you need to pass but you honestly don't see a point in crossing the tunnel, and what if there a dead end, all this work for nothing.
But if you also want to live. You want to find the joy you once had. You want to be better. You want to see the beauty of life...
Then believe me when I say, you are so strong. You are the strongest version of yourself. There's no 'alternate universe' where you are stronger, because you are the strongest here. AUs are where things happened differently, situations were slightly altered. If you believe you came out stronger in a different universe, it's because the situation was different, the choices were different the fight was different. In this universe, in the battle you are fighting, it's completely unique to you. You are the strongest version of yourself. You took decisions that you thought were right, you fought the way you thought would be the most effective, and you did all that while staying in that immense pressure !!! Honestly I don't know how you did it. But ou did it because you could, because you could, because you fought with all had got !
I just want to say I'm proud of you. I know you don't believe me, I know you don't want to, I know you are blaming yourself but trust me once and look back. Look at yourself in the mirror and look at your past. Look at the battlefield you fought in. No matter how bad of a fighter you were, no matter how many mistakes you made, no matter if you won or lost, you are out of the battlefield alive. Isn't that a miracle in itself ? Weren't you strong to do that all on your own ? You were. So take it a little bit easier, give yourself some rewards. I can't fight your battle for you but I wish you all the best.
After all even if you think there's a dead end at the end of a tunnel, it's fine. I know you can do it. You can make yourself a drill and break the wall that declares itself a dead end of the tunnel. You will find all the parts needed inside the tunnel. Just look carefully and believe in yourself.
I love the strongest fighter in the battlefield, maybe you can love the strongest fighter too. You can love you, because I do.
I love you.
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spacevixenmusic · 4 months
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Source: Space Pirate Mito [1999]
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un1verse · 6 months
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Me: *decides to open AO3 and find a fic with the specifics tags in a fandom I really like because I'm craving certain content*
AO3: there's no works found with those tags.
Me:....
Also me: then I guess I gotta write it myself don't I???
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blackstonegoliath · 6 months
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lil talk
got real burnt out from the halloween pics lol, mostly just takin a lil break. as for the story stuff im also taking a break from it mostly due to being overwhelmed by it and a nice mix of crushing self doubt and imposter syndrome! ;) how fun!
i wanna come back to this blog and be able to post more about my story's characters and stuff but i genuinely don't really know how to go about it. not to mention the lack of interaction with my stuff makes it feel like im just throwing stuff in the void and blabbering to myself. i just need some patience i suppose.
dunno when ill be posting next but it'll happen.
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deepstaterodent · 8 months
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job interviews do psychic dammage to me
i simply cant stop all the spaghetti
pls i swear i am capable of doing task
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the chapters of this fic just keep getting longer and longer ughhh the first chap was like 2.5k the second is 3.5k and this third one which i’m not even done with is close to 4,000 words
like it shouldn’t be a problem but I wanted all the chapters to be roughly the same length but that’s obviously gone out the window now
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magiklmind · 9 months
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When faced with challenges, the collective strength of people standing shoulder to shoulder can create an unwavering foundation.
In unity, people find solace in knowing they are not alone, and shared experiences can inspire compassion and empathy towards one another.
#growthmindset #creative #motivation #subconciousmind #struggle
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