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#to thine on self be true
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being an adult = saying things like "i have dnd tonight so i HAVE to take a nap this afternoon or i WILL be cranky"
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vinceaddams · 7 months
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(watching Hamlet for the first time) Oh, so that's where that quote is from. Oh, so that's where that quote is from. Oh, so that's where that quote is from. Oh, so tha
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idol--hands · 8 months
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Night’s Plutonian Shore
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🐦‍⬛ Artist: E A R T H X X I I
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obviouschild2014 · 3 months
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Oh its so crazy btw that im realising in real time how many quotes and phrases we hear referenced everywhere all the time are just lines from hamlet
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tarotwithlove · 3 months
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trying my hand at some tee designs. find these on my bonfire, with more to come!
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corvid-kid9 · 4 months
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i-dedicate-to-you18 · 4 months
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🔺To Thine Own Self Be True 🔺
My One Year Sobriety Medallion.
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secondblooms · 6 months
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Beautiful girl, when you are finished falling, after you hit rock bottom and watch yourself come apart into a million pieces, no one is staying to help you collect yourself, no one is sticking around to pick through your pieces to decide which parts of you are worth keeping. That’s for you to decide. So stay down for as long as you need to. This is the most important part. Take your time. Pay attention. You already broke. So the easy part is over. Go slow....I know, you thought the breaking was the most painful chapter. It wasn’t. Turn the page. The next part is much longer. It’s the healing. The rise. The comeback. It’s the birth of the new you. And it’s not easy. But you are strong and brave and worth it. You’ll have to leave a lot of yourself behind, you’ll have to let go of all the parts of you that you’ve outgrown. We’re not making ourselves small anymore. We’re not bending to fit where we don’t belong anymore. Do you hear me? We’re going all in. Count your wounds, every scar ripped open, every drop of blood you bled like a promise, every tear you cried like a bet in the name of crossing your whole heart, your whole soul, was all for this moment. Right here. Right now. You had to hurt like that to get here to this version of you who knows exactly who she is, who she’s not, who she will never be again. Drop the apologies, babe. We’re not sorry anymore for who we are, we’re not sorry for what we had to do to get here, and we’re not sorry for the time it took to learn our worth. Step out of the box of all you were supposed to be, according to everyone who wasn’t you, and walk into the you, who’s comfortable in her own skin. It’s time. You earned it. We no longer wear the expectations of anyone else and we no longer let anyone else decide what we’re worth. Because we know now. We finally know. And now it’s time to celebrate it. Get up, babe. It does not hurt anymore. Now go show YOU what you’re made of. -Stephanie Bennett-Henry
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achroanimus · 2 months
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what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?
He doesn’t have a relationship with gender or feels significant attachment to the concept of gender in regards to himself at all, with nonexistent saturation in gender making him agender. While he doesn’t apply such consideration to himself and would rather prefer to be seen as a person / human being / individual, he's considerate of others' perceptions; he’s aware that his expression tends to align more along the lines of what would be considered conventional masculinity and recognizes that he’d be perceived as masculine / male by others. It’s possible that he’d offer clarification that his presentation could be masculine ( to imply that his gender is not, only his presentation and aesthetic choices as interpreted under a conventional lens; he doesn't believe one's presentation is inherently gendered, beyond societal assignment and the need for people to assess through the lens of binary — but he, true to his ideals of individuality and autonomy, understands the usage of aesthetic and presentation to often correlate to an expression of one's identity and he upholds the importance of choice and identity being expressed through one's choices, so he doesn't renounce gender as a societal construct even if he finds such a personal aspect of humanity to be non-applicable to himself ) to invite more gender neutral terms should gendered terms be directly used in regards to him, but he doesn’t go too out of his way to establish himself as agender to others. ( In his introspections though, he does have a tendency to use gender neutral language to refer to himself. )
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norm making an obnoxious amount shakespere references to impress hermie + hermie who’s really more of a contemporary theatre guy
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astriiformes · 9 months
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"Nate how do you spend four months working on a uqiz?" autism
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mymidwestheart · 11 months
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geekysteven · 3 months
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"To thine own self be true"
-did you get that off a bumper sticker
-faux deep
-fuck off shakespeare
"I don't know who I am or what the fuck is happening"
-more honest
-we could tell
-print that on a beach towel
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prototypesteve · 5 months
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Real.
Brutally honest anonymous blogging is a great way to protect yourself from mutating into the character you’ve created for your LinkedIn profile:
That driven, honoured, grateful, inoffensive, exceptionally normal iPerson, who’s thrilled to be at this certification workshop in the Vista Room Hall C at the Hyatt, surrounded by the most amazing team, about to post a groupie we’ll take during the 10:45 muffin break, with our “everything is fine, I’m fine” faces.
On that note, things aren’t great right now. I’m at that point in the process of discovering and unpacking my asexuality and aromanticism where I’m feeling the weight of all the horrible shit I experienced in the decades I spent misunderstanding my own heart.
Just lots, and lots, and lots of good-crying.
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[Image description: A graph showing a range of feelings for each day, ranging from very unpleasant to very pleasant. The trend varies wildly, but suggests more sadness than happiness, and the range for Monday spans the entire range from very pleasant to very unpleasant. It is a graph of a person going through an emotionally tumultuous time.]
It hurts. But it’s normal for that to hurt. I wouldn’t want to hide that hurt. Getting it all out, here, keeps me grounded and connected to my real feelings. It makes it harder to hide them behind a performative ‘work mask’. It even makes it possible to confide in real-life friends and let them know I’m not at my best right now, but I’m not stuck here either. I’m just in the middle of the hard, sometimes unhappy part of the process.
Ace and Aro friends, I hope your own process is going well, whichever part of it you’re in. You’re doing great! You aren’t alone, even if you’d prefer to be.
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violetsiren90 · 9 months
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Me, looking at my oneshot after writing the basic introduction and meat of the plot:
1583 words.
Checking again after the smut is into basic foreplay:
3411 words.
👀...😶...😬
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sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.
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After disembarking the Enterprise-D, the corresponding crew dispersed to roam Starbase 133's recently opened mall; miscellaneous traders from all across the Alpha and Beta Quadrant offered all sorts commodities, authentically prepared delicacies, and an equally fascinating assortment of merchandise that could not be compartmentalised under the former or penultimate.
While the Enterprise underwent minor repairs to its secondary hull, the majority of its complement had been given permission to rejuvenate themselves on the starbase. The senior staff had agreed to meet outside the terminal and explore the station in one another's company and visit one of the restaurants afterward.
'And? What did the Captain say? Is he still coming?' Commander Riker enquired inquisitively when Data finally attached himself to the group.
'He promised he would join us later,' the android reported professionally, as if providing his superior officer with a briefing on important technical or engineering matters.
'Oh, well. The most important thing is: you tried,' Riker muttered, slightly disillusioned — if the android had interpreted his intonation correctly, and yet, he would appreciate an elaboration on the Commander's statement.
'Sir?'
Riker grinned mysteriously at the android and slapped him amicably on the shoulder, but an explanation was not forthcoming. A confounded expression corrugated Data's light brow as he parsed the Commander's exceedingly enigmatic response, but his endeavours to fathom his words were temporarily diminished to a mere background task when Deanna disrupted the silence between them:
'Perhaps, the Captain might stay true to his word this time. Either way, I think we should go ahead and see for ourselves what the fuss regarding this new mall is all about!'
'I agree,' Dr Crusher chimed in and all six of them set their itinerary for the mall.
The first 30 minutes, they goggled at the splendour of the architecture and the melange of shops and extraterrestrial shopkeepers, visitors and merchants. And as they were sauntering down the promenade, excitedly conversing about all manner of things, Data was occupied surveying the crowd, utterly astonished by the diversity of humanoids congregating at the starbase, and the way in which they interacted. He occasionally inserted remarks or made queries about matters being discussed among his friends, but his primary objective was to observe the strangers. It was during one such observation that he witnessed someone colliding with one of the transparent displays that contained directions and an interactive map of the area. Apparently, Commander Riker had been a spectator to this incident too, and muffled a chuckle — Worf glared at his superior officer reproachfully, probably finding it dishonourable to laugh at somebody else's misfortunes.
'Are you all right?' Data had detached himself from the group and approached the stranger. 'Do you require medical attention?'
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