I am proud of this one. Thank you for your feedback!
My video editing style is a reflection of the way I personally “see” the world. It’s a visual representation of my perception and the way I receive information. I’m📱calling you, watcher, and identically I’m 🗣️🧠calling the recesses of my own mind and displaying them delicately and deliberately so you can see it too. It’s lovingly intimate to show you the magic and intensity and vibrance with which I see the world, all nestled right behind my cornea.
“Welcome to my portal in my perspective…” my bio, my videos, my captions, my effects, my music choice, my stories, my backgrounds, my personal details… i want to take you with me new friend. I’m so excited to MEET you. my weavings spell so many scintillating slow burning and bewildering secrets tucked discreetly between the ruckus and chaos. if you care to look closer 👁️💕 next episode, i promise I’ll even let you in the house.
I am having such a good time creating things for someone I know will love it and understand it.
Maybe that’s you. 🥹 👍🏽
channel below ⬇️🧠💕🙂↔️ < (this is a spin btw)
life is brutal enough, if you don’t like it.. just scroll on pls
I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.
Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.
Speaking - Can speak multiple languages. Can express thoughts clearly even if vocabulary is limited. The listener understands their point.
Strong extroversion socially - can approach and talk to new people with ease, but also make them feel comfortable. Good at following up, asking questions and inserting little stories about themselves without exposing too much
Strong general knowledge / industry knowledge. They know what they’re talking about
Hard to please but not arrogant about it. They won’t readily accept a fact or opinion, even if the majority agrees - they’ll debate with it, think over it, play the devil’s advocate
Good posture
Strong set of principles and self control. There’s no shame in wanting to say, help someone, choose not to drink socially, buy a coffee for a poor person on the street; they don’t hesitate to do good deeds
Hygienic. Clean, groomed, well dressed, well maintained.
Observant and proactive at the same time. Can pick up on body language relatively easily - can sense discomfort or unease in someone and do something about it.
Have a strong sense of self identity. Can be opinionated but open to challenges.
As the year is ending soon... this is your friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of. 🤎
looks like another parental red flag, except this time the medication did the work I never could and eviscerated any and all the emotional attachment! 👍🏽🙂
wow! 🙂
no contact break? sounds like peace and healing to me. 🙂
While, i can’t wait to be back on the 30’s and away from the 40’s. but in the meantime… strategic use will prosper. 🙂
I know they love me deeply. What greatly outweighs that love is the way it is translated. They very offen cannot share their love for me with me without the negativity, fear, and inability to see me for who I am today.
Unfortunately, despite over 10+ years of therapy I still am genuinely and extremely affected by their words. Their words continue to completely destroy me, at the most casual lip curl toward my life or choices.
I have always loved them so deeply it destroyed the very fabric of my brain and reality… because they were INCAPABLE of loving me the way i so desperately deserved and needed.
poverty and pressure robbed us both of that love.
I’ve chased and begged and wept and screamed and dreamed of the love of a parent my entire life. I recognize that they’re traumatized too and I’m finally learning to accept that they’ll never be able to treat me gently or kindly or genuinely.
I destroyed their trust as a mentally ill child, teen, adult. They may never forgive me. They may never sympathize with me. They may never see me differently.
That’s okay. I see me clearly for the first time i since childhood and I’m so proud of the growth I’ve endured and collected and the triumph I’ve forged to achieve.
IF YOU NEEDED TO HEAR THIS TODAY. IMMA BLAZE IT FOR YOU WITH THE CHANGE I COLLECTED FROM MY NISSAN TODAY. CUT THOSE TOXIC PEOPLE OUT TODAY. SLAP THAT BLOCK BUTTON AND TAKE A BREAK!! IT IS okay. You deserve peace and happiness. It doesn’t even have to be for the rest of your life, but getting some space creates room for other things. ❤️ iseeu
reblog for the sad bitches & like it for the mad bitches
You are not a bother. You are not a burden. You are not a waste of space. You are not annoying every person you talk to. Your existence matters. Your presence makes a good difference.