i think an uncomfortable truth is that there is an inherent arrogance one has to overcome after spending too much time alone, which is not so obvious when it's forced (i.e. through ostracism) because the assumption is that someone who has been ostracized is more likely to lack confidence and thinks poorly of themselves. but then there's this dance between victimhood and low self-esteem yet also subconsciously believing that your own view or daily decisions are "correct" or "better" because you've never had anyone tell you otherwise, because you've been alone. and in addition have gotten used to being extremely independent and considering others' input doesn't even occur to you. so when others DO provide feedback, it's almost jarring, like you don't have a behavioral pathway with which to respond or receive the feedback so you just respond with irritation because your system is confused

"this too shall pass" well can it fucking get on with it

MOVIES WATCHED IN 2024:

↳ Kiki's Delivery Service (1989) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.

pixellbug

I let my pussy make my decisions, call that clitical thinking

ANNE HATHAWAY for Bulgari (2023)

— A. Y.

Lucretia (Detail), 1664. By Rembrandt van Rijn (1606-1669)

my love language is bothering

SHADOW OF THE TOMB RAIDER (2018) dev. Crystal Dynamics

"that's my girl" is one of the sweetest and cutest thing that i really want to hear, like yes i am. you're right say it again

by odwyer_sio9

"can I be mean for a sec?" Is a sacred statement made by girls when they are about to reveal their most deep rooted self

Cain by José Saramago translation by Margaret Jull Costa