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skywalkerrtno · 29 days
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THE REUNION GUYS.
OMEGA HUGGING HUNTER AND WRECKER.
I WONT SURVIVE TIL NEXT WEDNESDAY.
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I LOVE THEM.
This controls my emotional stability rn.
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eviebane · 4 months
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I had a dream where I accidently bumped into Neil Gaiman and even dream-me was like fucking fuck don't talk to me sir please if u look me in the eye you'll just know i write smut about ur characters. i am going to be sick
so uh yeah suffice to say the brain rot is taking over. my next post will be mad ramblings about the significance of ducks in good omens
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arisingsun · 3 months
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If I meet love again, I hope its genuine.
At this age, I want stability and peace. No lies. No mind games. No cheating. I pray for a relationship full of assurance, consistency and honesty, someone who can match my sincerity and loyalty.
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southerninhospitality · 3 months
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A Little Help To Go the Distance?
Hey folks. I haven't posted an original thing in awhile, and I really don't know if I know what I'm doing. I just... Finances are tight at my place, and we're abysmally behind on bills while I look for a job. I'm looking for just a month of breathing room with my bills, so I started a gofundme. If you can help, it would be appreciated so much. https://gofund.me/97f76004
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aashiquidreams · 1 year
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Source: unknown
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stagewitch · 1 year
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Correspondences Running Master List (D-F)
(raising the) Dead - yew
Dispel Negativity - amethyst, black obsidian, snowflake obsidian, celestite, selenite, lemon, black tourmaline, carnelian
Divination - broom, camphor, cherry, dandelion, fig, goldenrod, ground ivy, hibiscus, meadowsweet, orange, orris, pomegranate
Depression - black tourmaline, carnelian, lemon
Dream Manifestation - hematite, smoky quartz
Education - fluorite, blue goldstone, rosemary
Emotional Stability - tiger’s eye, honey calcite
Employment - devil’s shoestring, luck hand, pecan
Exorcism - angelica, arbutus, asafoetida, avens, basil, beans, birch, boneset, buckthorn, clove, clover, cumin, devil’s bit, dragon’s blood, elder, fern, fleabane, frankincense, fumitory, garlic, heliotrope, horehound, horseradish, juniper, leek, lilac, mallow, mint, mistletoe, mullein, myrrh, nettle, onion, peach, peony, pepper, pine, rosemary, rue, sagebrush, sandalwood, sloe, snapdragon, tamarisk, thistle, witch grass, yarrow
Familial Relationships - apricot agate
Fertility - agaric, banana, bistort, bodhi, carrot, cuckoo-flower, cucumber, cyclamen, daffodil, dock, fig, geranium, grape, hawthorn, hazel, horsetail, mandrake, mistletoe, mustard, myrtle, nuts, oak, olive, date palm, patchouly, peach, pine, pomegranate, poppy, rice, sunflower, wheat
Fidelity - chickweed, chili pepper, clover, cumin, elder, licorice, magnolia, nutmeg, rhubarb, rye, scullcap, spikenard, giant vetch, yerba mate, lemon, rosemary
Friendships - lemon, love seed, passion flower, sweetpea
Focus - fluorite, honey calcite, onyx, apricot agate
Fortitude - red/purple dead-nettle
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fxck · 1 year
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both-beautyandbeast · 2 months
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My body is beautiful, my mind even more. 👄
My body, mind and soul amazing to taste. 🫦
— Tumblr both-beautyandbeast
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simpleellegance · 5 months
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This intense burning urge to create art in multiple forms is either me processing all my emotions in a creative outlet all at one time- or me processing none of them and instead throwing myself at a project instead… so either I’m an adult or I’m back in High school. Either way I’ve got a mountain of canvases from my last art fixation and so many words I don’t know what to do with them.
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aesupcoffe · 8 months
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Hello hello!, I am 20 years old and I need help with emotional words because I really fell into depression..
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I'm an outwardly neutral person most of the time. But when I'm at my wit's end like autistic burnout, or I'm withdrawing off prescription meds (like I am now), I can feel the flood barrier in my eyes degrading. The mask comes off for a millisecond. And it's for the most random, stupid shit, too. Something just has to be joyful to make my eyes well. Literally, I just read:
"In 1972, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn’t commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, If no one else can help and if you can find them. Maybe you can hire, The A-Team."
And my eyes welled up and I was momentarily faced with an overwhelming sadness combined with happy/sad tears trying to escape. My mind goes,
"The A-Team brought so much joy every Saturday morning to children and adults all over. It was all so beautiful then, and nobody can have it anymore. We'll never have that world back. Nothing will ever be the same again. It's just so nostalgic. I want everyone to be happy and watch The A-Team."
The point here is that I'm not known to cry by anyone I know. But even the seemingly emotionally strongest of us are just really good at hiding it and throwing it away. Could be from masking, could be from conditioning. Either way, the A-Team intro message momentarily brought tears to my eyes, and that was funny enough to me to post on Tumblr.
It's okay to experience moments or days or weeks of hypersensitivity, empathy on overdrive, or just random bursts or overwhelming emotions brought on by random things. That can just mean we've been holding it all in for too long. We're at max capacity.
Let yourself feel. I certainly don't. I shut it down immediately out of some sick instinct. Don't be like me. Have a full Häagen-Dazs cry fest about outdated action shows.
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cat-eye-nebula · 6 months
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Give your woman a roller coaster ride of emotions. Whisper in her ear how much you love her, then spank her ass. Tell her how her pussy feels squeezing your dick. Comment how she is so horny for your cock because you can feel her dripping all over it. Have her stare into your eyes the entire time you are fucking her and order her to cum just before you do.
Sex God Method by Daniel Rose
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andswarwrites · 1 year
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Day 13
 Part Four: Stacey is Bipolar (getting the hang of things, at last)
Shortly before I was hospitalised and diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I pleaded with my husband to ask one thing of me, and he asked me to be stable.  My heart sank at that request, because I felt it was impossible.  It's not impossible.  There's just a learning curve.  And you can't do it on your own.  You need to accept support.  In my case, I got a lot of support from the very beginning.  My psychiatrist, my therapist, my family, my friends who are as close as family.  I was surrounded with care and consideration.
For my part, all I had to do was cooperate and take one day at a time.  That may not seem like much, but it's enough.  I wrote while in the throes of psychosis, as well as when I was first recovering, and then when I was well on my way to recovery, and all three stages are visible.  What I have learned from re-reading what I wrote is that, like a waking dream, everything makes sense to you while you're dreaming, even though it's splintered and scattered and forever unravelling, and when you first wake up, it still makes sense, but as you reflect and remain awake you see the dream for what it was: a collection of visions and storylines that kept shifting like sand.
My dose of medication had to be adjusted, so I had to have regular blood tests and regular appointments.  As time passed, my mind slowly stitched itself back together.  I participated in some recommended activities and courses.  And mainly I learned patience.  Being discharged from the hospital does not mean that you are fully healed from a psychosis.  The first time, I thought it did, so I tried to resume life like the whole ordeal had never taken place.  I quickly learned that you don't magically heal from something like that.
It takes weeks, then months, then years, of taking your meds, evaluating how you feel, gauging what you can do, embracing healthy habits, getting sufficient sleep and rest.  I'm a bookworm, and I used to be able to devour a book in an afternoon.  Now, even a graphic novel tires me after a few pages.  And it's been years now since those psychoses happened.  I have to pace myself, and not take on too much.  But these limitations don't dishearten me.  My reality is who I am right now, if that makes any sense.
What I mean is: I do my best to not dwell on good things from the past, because there were bad things too; I focus on what I can be grateful for in my present situation, and I do hold out hope for an even better future.  That is what I consider to be a balanced perspective.  And I focus on what I can control: I can remember to faithfully take my medication.  I keep a little three compartment pill organizer in my handbag, just in case I don't get home in time to take those pills in the evening.
Another thing I can control is my attitude.  If I had a choice, I would obviously choose to not be bipolar, but what choice do I have? I choose to make the best of my situation.  On a bad day, I think "Maybe tomorrow will be better."  And if tomorrow is worse, I think "This is just a low period, I'll make it through."  And then I make it through.  Even though I take medication, that medication only tempers the highs and lows, it doesn't make them vanish completely.
I asked S- which he prefers, the highs or the lows, and he told me that when I'm on a high, I'm fun, and when I'm on a low I'm cuddly.  So even though I'm not perfectly stable, in his eyes I'm stable enough.  The therapist I was seeing retired and I made the decision not to replace her.  She had seen me through the worst of it, and she bestowed upon me so many tools to help me cope with life.  And she did so gently, simply through discussion, and asking questions to make me come to my own conclusions.
When I see my psychiatrist I basically bring him up to speed on what is going on with me.  We go over my last blood test, he asks me a few questions and I answer them honestly.  Then I leave.  He's told me several times that a lot of individuals with bipolar disorder stop their medication because they can't live without the highs.  I don't get that at all.  I cannot relate.  I mean, experiencing a manic episode can lead to some funny stories, like redecorating your bedroom in the middle of the night, and you do feel this incredible combination of joy and power, but I feel the cost is too high.
If we look at mental health the way we look at physical health, how do we become and remain healthy?  Good, daily habits are the foundation.  For physical health, we need to stay active, eat well, drink enough water, avoid stress and get sufficient sleep.  I find those habits go hand in hand with mental health.  Just add healthy relationships, healthy self-care, and reasonable expectations of yourself and others.  I also find I need a routine, but if that routine is too rigid, I collapse, so it needs to have enough flexibility and variety for me to keep it up.
How do I conclude?  If there's one thing I'm bad at, it's ending a story.  Every once in a while, the perfect ending comes along and writes itself, but most often, I just abruptly end my tale, leaving things unresolved.  But that's because it's not really the end, it's a stopping point.  I'm only thirty-five, who knows where I'll be at in five, ten years, not to mention fifteen or twenty.  I can plan, to a certain extent, but this story of me being bipolar will continue to unfold and I will learn more and more as I go on.  So for now, let's close the topic and move on.  And thank you so much for reading.
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dearjewels22 · 1 year
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Reading this I could only think about myself. Am I emotionally available to myself!? I could do a lot better.
I sit with my feelings but I don’t dive deep enough to resolve them. Diving deep by myself is risky and scary. What if I don’t ask myself the right questions or not gentle enough with myself to allow grace or compassion? That can make me sink deeper. YIKES!
I’m gonna try it for a week or 2 and see how it goes. 😬😩🤞🏾🙏🏾
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aashiquidreams · 1 year
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