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agirlswritingblog · 7 months
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Something I never realized when I was younger was how much I related to Tails.
Ever since I played Frontiers and saw how much Tails was doubtful of himself (rightfully so after the mess of Forces) I’ve realized that I relate to Tails the most.
People are often upset that I apologize so often and how when I am given a compliment I just remark on how I’m not very good at something else, like how tails says he’s wildly inconsistent. I’ve been interested in being a pilot or doing something with computers for a while.
When I was younger (and dumber) I looked up to Sonic as a role model, which sounds silly but I was so self-conscious and he had all the confidence in the world but was still kind.
It just hit me really hard when Tails asked if he was a burden, because at the time I felt like that to a lot of people I knew.
I hope if whoever is reading this and is struggling right now, just know that it will get better I know everybody says that. Ask for help. I started taking meds for my anxiety and depression because I could barely talk about my issues without sobbing. Ever since then it’s like I remembered how to have a positive mindset. I don’t take my pills for a good portion of the year now because I’ve learned how to be happy with myself and how to look on the bright side and I’m so happy I started taking meds.
It’s not the same for everybody but please, if you’re struggling seek help from somebody you trust. It hurts me to think that others have been through similar things that I have, where they couldn’t go a day without having a panic attack in public. Please if anyone needs someone to talk to or listen, reach out to me, I’ll be here.
Sorry for the long rant, stay safe out there.
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soulinkpoetry · 7 months
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When the inner child feels unheard, unnoticed, unloved, it will keep interfering between you and your true self. When you spend the time to heal their wounds that’s when your true self can come out.
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selcouthbuzz · 2 months
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it gets easier
you have to do it every day
that’s the hard part
but it gets easier
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samthemarvelfan · 1 year
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psst, you! yeah, you…the pretty one, c’mere.
*hands you silk pajama set*
*dims lights*
*grabs the coziest blanket ever made by man*
take a seat, oh! here!
*hot tea and and ice water are put down next to you.*
cozy? watch this…
*turns on pride and prejudice just as it starts to rain*
enjoy, love. 🖤
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anniemika · 1 year
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So I need to get this out. My life was a freaking rollercoaster for the whole of 2022. I went through so much stuff that I don’t know how I ended up where I am now, but I’m so happy I did. I realised I had strength in me that I had forgotten about, and now having it back feels fucking awesome. I broke up with my boyfriend of almost six years, after being so fucking miserable for at least the past two, I moved to another country alone for 3 months, learned to live without him, learned to let go and open up to new people, got into my studies again, decided I should start doing what I love even if it doesn’t bring me the amount of money that I want, and I can say that for the first time in what feels like forever I’m closer to happiness than I’ve ever been for the past couple of years. It’s not all perfect, but I have great friends and my family is there for me too, and being single turned out to be not as petrifying as I initially thought it would. It’s fucking awesome, actually. At the end of the day, if you’re unhappy with someone, just let them go. It’ll suck for some time, but you’re going to be okay. And you’re going to be so thankful to yourself.
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I can’t even cry,I feel so numb
I’m so sorry you feel like this.
Reach out to me, I’ll listen.
You deserve so much happiness.
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voidchillz · 4 months
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Sappy Venty Rant about Kay’s Erik (With a special inclusion of my beloved skeleton💕)
I mention scars, dysphoria, and skin issues here. Be careful and mindful ❤️
As a side note about Susan Key’s Erik, I think he’s gonna be my favourite for a long while unless another Phantom can compete (though I am very much warming up to Charles Dance’s Erik). There’s a specific reason for this though. Besides other iterations kind of making it seem like Phantom doesn’t exist beyond Christine (still love the other iterations) there’s a certain level of personal sympathy I’ve felt for Erik. One of the reasons I love Sans so damn much is cause it’s a similar feeling, and that sympathy breaches me feeling physically similar to that character. I don’t think it’s as far as kinning or the many ways people feel more comfortable as presenting themselves as their beloved characters, but it’s more like slow flashes and little waves of a nice harmless delusion. For Sans it’s more like an emotional similarity, when I feel calm or happy it feels like I’m smiling like him or getting comfy in his bones. I’m not going to let myself be ashamed that it genuinely calms me down when I’m in a panic to just feel him touch my hair or stroke my neck, letting me know I’m safe and that it’ll be okay (and if anyone else feels the same way you shouldn’t be ashamed either). And Kay’s Erik has actually been the first of many of my loved characters to compete with Sans in that regard.
If you don’t already know, I’ve got eczema. And BOY is it bad right now, and has been for a few months. I won’t get into grim gory details, but apart from being a fun reference from vine, it can be seriously costly both emotionally and physically. I’ve literally got scars from it. In my experience it’s not a very well talked about thing, which can be even more frustrating when several occasions I’ve sat by the bath at three in the morning flinching and crying every time I try to wash my fucked up skin. And I’ll be blunt, this shit has made me deeply dysphoric for a long time when literally all I want in terms of body pride is smooth skin and soft hair. I don’t even mind that the eczema makes my skin dark or pale and patchy in places. I consider myself very lucky and grateful that despite being trans there’s only a few occasions I get genuine gender dysphoria or feel like I need to punish myself for looking a certain way. But when everything burns and stings and I’m surrounded by unpleasant reminders of how Human I am and I feel like it’s my fault, I fall into a very deep discomfort that lasts a long time.
I’m not at all going to pretend I understand Erik completely, I don’t have abusive parents, I haven’t been hated or rejected my entire life, and I have people that love me. But there’s been more than one point now that while my skin flares up, I let myself feel calm, and my hands are suddenly thinner and more deft. I can feel the bones beneath my skin, I can hear sweet music even in silence, and there’s a sense of collected pride and comfort that comes with that. Feeling like him makes me feel unafraid to enjoy the dark, enjoy the unapologetic wildness. I’m nowhere near as intense as he was but I much prefer to stay in my safe dark warm hidey hole with my work and my simple pleasures than much else. And still, I can appreciate sunlight and the outside, it’s just I’ve learned that it often comes with taxing uncomfortable situations. Being outside isn’t the problem, it’s the noise, it’s the exhaustion, it’s the feeling alone of people around me that I don’t like. This doesn’t mean I don’t like people, I like my friends and my family, but I still love the quiet isolation after a long day.
When I feel like I’m helplessly clawing at my skin, ruining it further and feeling wretchedly ill with how overwhelming and painful it is, it’s a strange relief to think of Erik at that point. Beauty has never really been something I wanted, but I know it’s not something I can have completely. And I’m not saying that in a ‘oh I’m so ugly, tell me I’m pretty no matter what’ way (so you just don’t have to if you’re planning on telling me that), to me it’s a fact that with my skin like the way it currently is, I won’t feel beautiful or handsome or any other way than numb and uncomfortable. Erik knew that about himself, that he couldn’t strive to be beautiful, but still admired it. The comfort is feeling like he could sympathise with me wanting to have no skin rather than this skin, pretty much.
This can sound as poetic or as dumb as anyone wants it to, but I wanted to post this here maybe just to log this feeling. This is the most personal I’ve gotten online so far I’m fairly sure, but I think it’s still important to share these things sometimes.
Thanks for coming to my ted talk :)
(Also if anyone’s worried, I am okay, my skin is not, but I am okay. The itching isn’t really voluntary and kinda just comes with the condition, but I have my plans and my coping mechanisms. I really just wanted to post this in case anyone could help feel validated if they had dysphoria and loved their characters like I love mine)
((In a roundabout way I was trying to say that Susan made a great book despite everything and that it helped me with my crap flesh))
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theloulouge · 1 year
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Reminder (Day29)
In case no one has said this to you today, you are doing your best and you are going to be okay.
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kidovna · 1 month
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I still can’t believe I got about 50% of his outfit colour-blocking right over a year ago
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Awh Tommy this all sucks so much, I’m glad he’s comfortable enough to express himself :( I think we should collectively give him a license to kill. Not tubbo, but maybe someone else. As a treat
full reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/tommyinnit/s/LWAlUPAyaC
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fleetways · 8 months
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Chapter 25: To Us
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anna-scribbles · 8 months
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13 y/o adrien agreste looked at his dumpster fire life and said “middle school would fix me” and he was right
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mummer · 10 months
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just saw asteroid city last night, pls explain the proposed significance of the kiss!!
answering this publicly hope thats ok! cant do a readmore im on mobile *****asteroid city spoilers below beware*****
i dont remember anyones names so this is gonna sound partly unhinged. okay so the edward norton playwright and jason schwartzman actor (not character, in the black and white parts) are lovers right. tbh i thought this was kind of a gag and forgot about it. but later we find out that the playwright died 6 months into the production. i didnt make the connection that THAT’s why the actor-jason has to suddenly leave the stage and freaks out backstage about how he’s not sure he’s Doing it right. hes not talking about acting!! because he himself is literally grieving his lover while he’s playing a character who’s grieving his wife written by his lover so obviously it’s too much!!! actor-jason is trying to find meaning in his death through his writing but there isnt any meaning in death [gerris drinkwater voice] which is what the play is trying to say anyway. he doesnt think he’s performing grief right even in his own life!!! (and tbh it’s the 50s so he wouldnt be able to perform grief publicly anyway!!!!) the play starts with a car accident… anyone would search for some hidden meaning there, some sign…. so when he talks to margot robbie outside it’s not really about finding the CHARACTER’s motivations it’s about the actor himself being able to process the playwright’s death! and adrien brody director was probably also dealing with that too (him and norton seemed to be good buddies) so the whole “sleeping backstage” thing gets a bit sadder maybe? maybe everyone else got this in the theatre and im just stupid lol but crazy making stuff to me!!! the whole story is about sublimated gay grief that cannot be expressed?!?!
the tweet that caught me onto this was here which posits that the playwright’s death was a suicide but i think that’s pretty stupid and unnecessary because the whole thing about the play asteroid city is that death is random and meaningless. im pretty sure that’s what the alien represents— a shocking and absurd event that isnt outright evil or menacing, not something anyone can predict or make sense of, it’s just a thing that happens to you out of nowhere, it doesnt mean anything. he’s a little black figure, he’s death! giving and taking! aagh
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delizbin · 4 months
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One step, not much
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