#life story | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sobeskilerwill · 24 hours

Text

#seal #waterfall #dm me #blasian #darkrai #life story #dope shit #sub tag #um

284 notes · View notes

paradiseyuri · 2 years

Photo

✿.｡.:* ♀ *.:｡✿｡:.* ♀ *.｡.✿ Created By:||☆moha☆ respective credits to the creator ✿.｡.:* ♀ *.:｡✿｡:.* ♀ *.｡.✿ ⓟⒶⓇⒶⒹⒾⓈⒺ♡ⓎⓊⓇⒾ

#Yuri #Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury #suletta x miorine #Miorine Rembran #Girls Love #GL #Life story #!Lindo¡#Suletta Mercury #Art by #moha #¡Please support the artist in pixiv!

6K notes · View notes

fuckyeahchinesefashion · 5 months

Text

By 彭壁生辉

#china #douyin #fun #video #life story #story #op is also a teacher #he says that he always allows late students to come directly into the classroom #op lived in a time when teachers were generally very hard on their students #it's good to know that things aren't the same anymore

220 notes · View notes

ketrindoll · 7 months

Text

This is the story of Antanas Gedminas. A simple man from Mosedis, Lithuania

He was forcefully deported, like many other people, by the russians in 1947. He was 40 years old, sent to Gulag in Karagand, Kazakhstan without any documents or personal items, barely dressed.

While in exile, he decided to walk back home, to Lithuania. The walking journey of 4000 kilometers with no maps and no way to ask for help. Soviets used to shoot those who tried to escape.

Having found a crumpled up and binned document, he pretended to be deaf and mute, and walked from station to station, using rail tracks as a way to navigate. He would walk at nights and sleep on days. More than once he was severely beat up. Sometimes he would take the train, hidding behind the wagon tool box.

When he reached Ukraine, he had to cross the Dnipro river. He did it by hugging a floating tree trunk. Because he was very exhausted, he went house to house begging for food and help. In one of such houses he found an executed Ukrainian family.

After three months of journey he finally reached Lithuania, his native Samogitia. When he came home his family couldn't recognize him - he weigh barely 50 kilos.

He later started a family, having 4 sons. Today he would've been 116 years old.

#story #life story #humans #lithuania #ukraine #russia #exile

157 notes · View notes

cyber-corp · 4 months

Text

When I was about 3-4 years old I asked my mum at the shops if I could have some candy.

My mum politely said something along the lines of “That’s the American word, try using the proper word instead!”

This fucked up my speech patterns royally because I now pronounce words like “dance” and “chance” with a silly sounding “arn” sound.

All because I instead of asking for lollies, I asked for “carndy”.

Cheers mum.

#moral of the story: you too can beat americanisation #life story #orthoepy #gecko boy

68 notes · View notes

clemsharmony · 5 months

Text

fake anime still / manga colouring!

i accidentally made this in far too low of a resolution, but by the time i realised it was too late to turn back, so they're kind of blurry. my bad.

#manga spoilers #togachako #himichako #uraraka ochako #toga himiko #himiko's shading needed reworking but i did not want to #so i pushed it aside and said “i'll get to it later” and then never did #life story #manga colouring

132 notes · View notes

briizer · 5 months

Text

I am still watching the world burn.

A call back to this

#briizart #life story #I’ve been busy babysitting #I’m a bad older cousin #and bad human being

51 notes · View notes

punkpandapatrixk · 10 months

Text

🔻Tier 3 Patron-exclusive PAC at the end🔻

☆°・. Hustlin’ a la Goddess .・°☆ | Punk Girl Culture

A while back on Pinterest I saw a really cool quote like this: ‘I hustle like a man because I was raised not to depend on one.’ I understood what it’s trying to say and where it’s coming from; and above all, it really is an empowering idea considering how many women in this world are totally loser-like because their willpower is weak HA But the thing about that quote is…

It got me reminiscing about how I used to be a terrible, terrible workaholic caused by a toxic childhood that had been the complete opposite of that. In my past reality, I hustled like a man exactly because I had been groomed to depend on one. KABOOM!

In a toxic household was a psychopath that worked devilishly hard at having little girls believe that a woman is inherently—by nature—dependent on men. That our survival is at the mercy of men’s charity. Thus a woman must seek to marry a rich man if she wishes to live a happy life. Mind you, this wasn’t a simple case of a shallow Boomer who had grown up in a different era; this really was a psychopath who delighted in creating false realities for little girls to grow up and become absolute losers, in the hope that they never would surpass—never would become better than her.

I was only seven when I began to give that narrative a fuckton of thought. I loathed the idea that a woman is this kind of a helpless creature only because she was born with a vagina; that a woman would never survive without a man’s protection or provision; that a woman’s highest priority in life is to be attractive enough (whatever that means) to seduce a rich man so he wants to marry her. I LOATHED IT. I fucking despised it. What an insult to Love!

At any rate, by age seven, I had come to notice the bullshit that was often spewed by that psychopath. I refused to accept that degrading idea so I began to think and behave differently. I thought to myself one afternoon in the shower:

‘So a marriage is only necessary because of the money, right? But that’s an old people thing. This is a different era—I will make my own money when I grow up. So then, that means I don’t need to get married. I won’t allow myself to become dependent on a man. I don’t want it.’

And so it was that I grew up to become a hustler more resilient than most men because I wanted to rebel against the grooming of the psychopath. It was like a weird coping mechanism or overcompensation or something—not sure which term is more correct LMAO I grew up wanting to be seen as tough and not needing a man’s gentlemanly assistance. I hated being helped by men like, what, you think I can’t help myself? I was always able to help myself.

The problem is… I became way too tough. Waaay too tough for one short girl. I had come to hold myself to impossible standards. I thought that if a man could manage to do this or that, I should be able to do and achieve just the same. My brain is very capable! What’s stopping me?!

The reality of the limits of my physiology (tiny!🤪) as well as my psychology as an autistic girl had not become clear to me at this point. But as the wheel of fortune would have it, at some point in Life my eyes were opened to the very idea of my girlhood and I woke up to the realisation that a woman shouldn’t have to work so hard in Life. DIVINE FEMININE, BEBEH!

One cold and rainy October evening I was lying on my bed, broke as fuck, single as a stick, hungrier and lonelier than a stray cat, feeling all defeated in Life I thought about all of this and repeated to myself quite amusingly miserably:

‘I’m a girl. I’m just a girl. And a really tiny one at that. I shouldn’t have to work so hard. I don’t wanna have to work so hard. I shouldn’t be made to work SO hard. I wanna be someone’s baby girl!’

And I cried and I cried about the fact that I had been so unkind to myself as a girl. That I had allowed society to convince me that it was okay to be so impatient with myself in the name of professionalism! And I cried and I cried because now I was realising I’m really such a soft lovely polite girl who had been forced to fight for I didn’t even know what for the longest time trying to just meet the expectations of a batshit crazy world full of terribly gaslighty psychopaths…

I cried for three days straight, no cap. My youth… My entire Life… For what… And where did that lead me? It’s given me nothing. NOTHING.

By the end of the third day, I made a resolve to treat myself more kindly, more gently because girls are meant to be held with tender care and Love♥︎For the first time in my Life I was able to wholeheartedly accept that I was a girl LMAO That sounds funny but I wasn’t struggling with gender dysphoria—no, I don’t think that ever was the case but… umm… though I always liked the fact that I was a girl, somehow, there was also a part of me that used to view myself as just-a-14-year-old-boy-who-likes-to-play-video-games. I couldn’t even comprehend why I had an appearance that would be considered attractive by men💩

At any rate, so it was that I had held myself captive to impossibly stupid standards of conducts because I wasn’t aware enough of my biology, physiology, as well as psychology as a Goddess! Thinking about it now, it’s so bizarre I lived like that and even managed to survive pushing myself so hard even on those motherfucking days of murderous cramps *wink wink* One time I shed tears feeling so sorry to my younger self because I wasn’t gentle or patient enough with her.

I think the feminine force is supposed to be the embodiment of love and comfort. I think being a girl means I am deserving of an effortless existence. Say what you want if you’re a feminazi, but I want to live enveloped in lightness and ease. I think a girl deserves to be taken care of unconditionally because she’s so complexly fragile and delicate. No, it’s not a weakness. A flower’s delicateness is not a failure. Nor is a butterfly’s fragility useless.

We, are creatures of beauty. And when I was awakened to that reality, I learnt that the first thing I needed to do was stop being an enemy to my fragile beauty. I resolved to hold my femininity in highest regard and not continue to hurt myself with unrealistic expectations based on the male standards of conduct. It had to start with myself because the brainwashed world outside of me was never going to give this to me.

‘I simply do not want to hustle like a man anymore. I don’t think it suits me at all. More important, I don’t think the way men hustle is the standard of a good character! I don’t think they know what they’re doing.’

I, am a feminine force, baby—I don’t chase; I attract. When I hustle, I’m gonna hustle a la Goddess because that’s what I AM. The feminine, the yin, the abstract, holds the magick of the creation of the Universe. Literally I can manifest all I need effortlessly by just breathing calmly and being pretty—in harmony with the melodies of the Cosmic Vibrations💗

Gosh, why didn’t I figure this out earlier?!

I think I’ve now made peace with the homme and femme within though. I think, I’ve pretty much stopped being angry about the ways I used to hustle like a man—posing numerous dangers to myself both physically and spiritually. Ecologically, bish, that wouldn’t have been sustainable in the grander scheme of things!

I still have alternating days I feel more like an homme and a femme every so often but I’ve got to say I like me best on the days I feel most indulgently girly👗On such days, I feel the world is so fine because I’m a woman👒I feel everything is just gonna fall into place eventually because my Goddess Magick is taking care of my Reality. All is well in Divine Timing, my baby girl🎀

And god forbid—I don’t need no man to give that to me either!😉

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

[PGC Masterlist] [Patreon] [Paid Readings]

🍃🪨🍄🧚🏻‍♂️

🔻Tier 3 Patron-exclusive PAC🔻

[Breaking Conventions with Determined Softness]

your glamorous talent

empowering the soft girl

hustlin' a la Goddess

🍃🪨🍄🧚🏻‍♂️

112 notes · View notes

vertigoartgore · 13 days

Text

2004's Superman: Secret Identity #1-4 covers by Stuart Immonen.

23 notes · View notes

whats-in-a-sentence · 4 months

Text

"The Complete Maus" - Art Spiegelman

#book quotes #maus #art spiegelman #nonfiction #life story #books #stationary bike

28 notes · View notes

anastasiamaru · 10 months

Text

Serhiy Shyshko

Was born on June 25 1911

The artist Serhiy Shyshko was born in the village of Nosiwka.In 1919, his family moved to the city of Nizhyn. The fondest childhood memories of the artist are associated with Nizhyn. Memories of his first drawing teacher, Petro Lapu, two years of teaching drawing in Nizhyn schools, marriage, and the birth of his daughter. In Nizhyn, he painted cityscapes and enjoyed the beauty of the city.

"Gogol Institute" 1938.Nizhyn

The artist studied at the Kyiv Art Institute and the leningrad Institute of painting, sculpture and architecture. In 1942-1943, Shyshko was evacuated to Samarkand, where he painted a series of Samarkand landscapes. From 1943 to 1944, he lived in russia, and during that period, he also created a series of studies. In 1944, he moved to Kyiv, and Kyiv became the main subject of his art, although he also painted still lifes, landscapes of the Carpathian and Crimean regions, sketches of Shevchenko's places, and front-line studies.

"Fountain" 1951

Pershotravnevy Park 1966

Hreshchatyk 1967

Still life 1969

The works of Serhiy Shyshko are among the most expensive at Ukrainian auctions.Towards the end of his life, Shyshko focused solely on still life paintings, mastering the technique of pastel.

1988 1989

The artist passed away in 1997 and is buried at Baikove Cemetery.

73 notes · View notes

sullenange1 · 1 month

Text

i usually don’t talk much on here but i am so nervous about later today. if you’ve been following me for awhile you know that two years ago i got rejected from my dream school (barnard) and it really crushed me. i got mugged during college admission season and sustained a concussion (and some other shit happened) so i was only able to apply to about 3 schools.

i ended up going to a school i knew nothing about because it was the only university i got into. it was going fine until my dad went missing shortly after i moved into my dorm. not knowing where he was crushed me and my grades started to tank, so i decided to take some time off of school. the police didn’t look for him. they immediately dropped his case and put no effort into finding him, and i spiraled. this was 2022.

i spent most of 2023 trying to cope with how the person who understood me the most was missing. during this time i realized that transferring schools was probably in my best interest, as the university i was attending was one of the last places i saw my dad and i had so many bad memories there. in october of 2023 i was informed that my father had been found in september the year before. 14 months of my life were spent in agony, but finally i had closure.

now i want to move forward with my life. i hear back from my top university choice in 13-15 hours. i’ve had so much bad luck and heartbreak over the past two years so i would appreciate it if you all could pray for me, or if you’re not religious just send me good luck. getting into this school means so much to me, and i just hope the admissions officers were able to see through my bad grades during my first year of uni, and see me as a person who was coping with uncertainty and loss. if you’ve read this far, thank you so much! i’ll be sure to update on the status of my admission <3

17 notes · View notes

gameraboy2 · 6 months

Text

Life Story #27 (1951)

#life story #1951 #1950s #vintage #romance #romance comics #comics

32 notes · View notes

thoughts-become-reality · 5 months

Text

23 notes · View notes

briizer · 6 months

Text

It’s okay if this isn’t relatable I’m just phat

#life problems 101 #was doing things all day until just now I realized I’ve been restricted for four hours ffff #briizart #life story

32 notes · View notes