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Este es un recordatorio para que te desvistas las máscaras y disfraces, y te vistas de quien realmente eres, ante el mundo.
-Dark prince
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ophelia-network · 2 years
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“When everything changes we learn who we really are. What’s really important. What we want most. We discover the truth in moments of disarray.” ―Megan Hart
SNAP by Rebecca Leveille-Guay
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spacedandlost · 3 days
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Cuz im too afraid to go outside
-“Who You Really Are” The Ready Set
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fly-care · 1 year
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Game changer!
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raffaellopalandri · 5 months
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Recipe for growth and fulfillment
One recipe for growth and fulfillment is to become aware of who we really are, what we really want, why we really do things the way we do them.
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grntdmp · 1 year
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Run like hell
So, I was rewatching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., as one does, and noticed a bit of paralel.
In 2x12 "Who you really are" when May grabs Skye they both run like hell to get out of the situation.
Now, we all know that May wanted kids, but well, Bahran and Katya happened. The one she couldn't save hunted May probably until the end of her life.
And Skye/Daisy was like her child, all the so called Bus kids were, but Skye just a bit extra.
That made everything in 2x12 even more personal than it already was.
And we also know May didn't really stop loving Andrew. She probably stopped feeling it for a while, or at least she wanted to.
Now when I rewatched the whole thing again I can't get rid off the feeling, that when all of the shit hit the fan she was hearing Andrew's voice in her head.
"She's gonna be scared, kneeling down to her level will help. If not then just grab her, and run like hell."
So Melinda ran and tried to keep the girl safe. And well, the rest is history.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk
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ellis-melatonin · 1 year
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I still love you. I love the part of you I'd see whenever we laughed together. I love the part of you that told me gossip and stupid stories. I love the part of you that used to hug me and tell me it'd be okay. I love you. But I don’t know if that’s who you really are now, or if that was ever the real you.
Maybe I never loved the real you. Maybe I only loved who I thought you were.
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global-ragamuffin · 1 year
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emptymilk-bottle · 2 years
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every day we stray further from god™️ i get a step closer to rewatching yoi for the 4th time or sherlock for the 3rd
binglebonk cucumberman plays a good sherlock and the music slaps hard
victor and yuri are the blorbos from my shows
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yasminartemis · 2 years
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wordsofwisdomandsoul · 6 months
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getrope1 · 2 months
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You cant make this shit up
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roninkairi · 11 months
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You can only reblog this today.*
*PLEASE READ THE TAGS
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stuckinapril · 2 months
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i don't think people really understand what's happening in gaza. with each passing day that sees more and more palestinians dead, it's becoming easier and easier for those in the west to perceive them as nothing more than a statistic. they might engage w the occasional palestine post, sure, but it's just as easy to scroll right past that moments later w no real outrage for the genocide retained.
it's vital to stay reminded that palestinians who are with us today won't be with us tomorrow. it's happening every second of every minute of every hour, and it's relentless. somewhere in gaza a little girl is losing her mother, a little boy is watching his siblings bleed to death, elderly people are infirm with starvation and illness, palestinian women and girls are being sexually assaulted and kept in cages, fathers are leaving tents to find food for their families and not coming back. this is all happening right now, and it's a direct result of the west's complacency. it's a direct result of their not seeing arabs as people worth saving.
it might be hard to compute as a westerner, but this is real. don't let your privilege blind you to your humanity.
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inkskinned · 8 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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