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the-corvid-king · 1 year

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i love human perception i love the imperfect body i love the worship of the flesh i love the belief that there is no divine image apart from that which you make for yourself i love the sadness that makes the joy worth anything i love people who abandon the idea of works making worth i love the broken relationships that were made better i love the people who find happiness after their relationships couldn’t be fixed i love finding meaning not in spite of imperfection and strife but because of it

#i’m a ramblin man #text post #textpost #text tag #text #txt #txt tag #txt post #bastardcore #repetition #radical self care #radical self love #radical self acceptance #anti capitalism #deconstructing christianity

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remapped-soul · 1 year

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solar power

when marc can't take care of himself, valentino steps in.

a valentino rossi/marc marquez fic for beloved @carlosheinz <3 self care is hard but we're not alone and i hope you know that <3

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Valentino can’t stand Marc.

It’s a constant feeling nestled between his third and fourth rib, but the intensity varies. On a good day, Valentino simply ignores Marc. On a bad day, Valentino wants to get his hands around his neck and squeeze until the tendons crack under his knuckles. He got a taste of it in 2014. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it since. What would have happened if there were no cameras around them?

Marc’s bad luck starts in 2020 and it doesn’t stop. A bad day for Marc means a bad day for Valentino. A bad year for Marc translates into a bad year for Valentino. It’s worse than 2015, more difficult to swallow than 2018. Valentino wants to scream until he runs out of breath and chokes to death.

2022 is the worst of it all. Marc moves to Madrid to speed up his recovery, and it leaves Valentino baffled and a little irritated. The big city won’t be able to replace the things he gets for granted in the countryside: the quiet, the nature, the clean air.

Marc moves to Madrid and Valentino follows against his better judgment. Madrid is fucking insane, but so is driving 20 hours from Tavullia. At least, when Marc doesn’t answer his phone, he is a 20-minute drive away from Valentino’s place in town, close enough to reach before Valentino’s desire to strangle him subsides.

Valentino can’t stand Marc when Marc doesn’t answer his phone. Sometimes Alex picks up when he’s around, saying that his brother is sleeping, eating, exercising. Marc is busy and he can’t come to the phone. Those are the days Valentino drops the car keys back into the glass bowl and gets back to his life. But Alex is not always with Marc, so Valentino gets in his car, he drives with fingers gripping the steering wheel until he parks a little crooked in front of Marc’s house.

When Marc doesn’t answer his phone it means he didn’t get out of bed in the morning, so Valentino has to do it for him. He is annoying like that. Valentino knows where the spare key is, hidden under a fancy pot with fancy hydrangeas around the corner. Of all the windows the house has, there is only one door. Valentino grabs the key and unlocks the door, lets himself inside.

“Sono a casa,” he yells to the empty hallway, the empty living room and the empty kitchen.

The air smells like dust and engine oil, things thrown hazardously around. Valentino stands in the middle of the living room, surrounded by the big couch and the big table, and looks around with his hands on his hips. He’s listening. The house is quiet.

“Brat,” he mutters under his breath. He gets to work. He opens the windows, lets the fresh air in. He gathers the clothes and redbull caps and puts them in one place, fluffs the pillows and loads the dishwasher with dirty plates and cups of coffee. Il dottore turned housemaid. If this is what retirement is about, he doesn’t want it.

When the place looks less like a dumpster and more like a place designed for humans, Valentino sends a prayer to whoever is listening and goes looking for Marc in his bedroom. He opens the door, steps inside. It’s dark, claustrophobic. This time, Valentino doesn’t pull the curtains apart, doesn’t open the windows. He makes his way to the bed, where the blankets sit still, a bump in the middle the only indication there is a person underneath it all. Valentino sighs.

“Sun will do you good, moccioso viziato.”

Marc’s head pops up, unruly curls and unruly smile. “Vale?” His voice sounds hoarse. It hurts Valentino’s brain just hearing it.

“Shhh,” he says as he climbs in bed, slipping under the blankets. Marc is on his good side, his injured arm placed carefully on top. Valentino settles behind him, head tucked into Marc’s shoulder, arm around Marc’s waist.

“Sono qui,” he says before he presses a kiss to Marc’s neck. Marc melts in the embrace, breath stuttering out of him in a hiccup.

“Vale.”

They will stay like this for a while. Then, Valentino will pull Marc out of bed. He will clean this room too, and take a walk with Marc in the garden, force him to a light run because only his arm is broken, not his fucking legs. Valentino will help Marc stretch his muscles, wash his hair, and at the end of the day he will ask for a hefty compensation because he is Il dottore, not a fucking maid.

Valentino hates speaking Spanish and he hates Spanish food, but when Marc refuses to eat, Valentino cooks for him. He speaks in stilted phrases to the women at the market, Tias and Tios that have no idea who he is because this country worships a different kind of God. He learns how to cook escudella and callos a la madrileña because Marc is a spoiled brat and doesn’t want to eat unless it’s his grandmother’s recipe. One phone conversation with Juliá about Marc’s favourite dishes is one conversation too many. But he makes the call anyway and he listens to Juliá’s guidance over the speaker phone as the stew bubbles on the stove. The house smells like meat and vegetables for a long time after, rich and savory that it almost makes Valentino’s mouth water. He’d eat a bowl if it wasn’t for the soft texture of the carrots he despises so much. Marc stops being annoying for a second, he eats two bowls of escudella sitting with his legs crossed on the wooden floor, Valentino next to him munching on a piece of bread. When he’s finished, his smile kicks up a notch before he lunges for Valentino and presses his sticky mouth to Valentino’s cheeks and neck and mouth, wherever he finds skin. His giggles rattle Valentino’s ribcage where they are pressed together.

“See if I ever cook for you, brat,” Valentino tells him when Marc runs out of steam, slumping against his chest on the couch.

“You will,” Marc smiles at him, chin resting on his hands, feet kicking up in the air. Marc is tolerable when his arm behaves and he forgets about the pain for a while. Valentino doesn’t want to break too many things if Marc offers him his smile constantly.

Valentino gets his hands into those curls, tugs at the roots until Marc’s eyelashes flutter. He doesn’t say anything, because they both know Valentino will break his promise the next time Marc refuses to eat. He will cook for Marc again. It doesn’t matter if he hates the process when he loves the result.

Marc is the most infuriating when he can’t stop talking. Valentino doesn’t think Marc is aware of it. It happens when he least expects it, when they’re doing the most mundane shit.

They’re running around the track in Tavullia, and between one ragged breath and another, Marc says. “Maybe if I trained harder, maybe if I worked harder, I’d get better. I’m not doing enough. It’s never enough.” It’s random and unexpected and it distracts Valentino so that he almost trips over his legs and face plants the ground.

It happens when they’re cooking when Valentino is making fresh pesto and Marc is dicing the zucchini. It goes well until Marc tries to dice his fingers too. He nips the tip of his index with the sharp blade, starts swearing up and down, “You can’t do anything right. Idiota.” Valentino almost sticks his own hand in the boiling pasta water because self-inflicted pain is easier to bear than whatever shit Marquez is saying. He doesn’t. Instead, he grabs the first-aid kit and tends to Marc’s tiny wound.

By now, Valentino learned to expect this kind of talk from Marc, but he has yet to learn how to deal with it. He either gapes like a fish as Marc smiles through his horrid words or Valentino leaves the room, fuming, because he can’t yell at a person who thinks they deserve to be yelled at. The crash in Jerez must have damaged more than Marc’s bones. There are enough doctors around Marc to take care of his injuries for him, but who’s taking care of the nasty voices inside his mind? Valentino doesn’t think he is equipped enough for it, not when he can barely stop himself from pressing his fingernail to Marc’s wound in an attempt to make him realise that maybe his way of dealing with the recovery process is not the best one.

“It’s just a scratch, Marc, not the end of the world.”

Marc shrugs, not lifting his eyes from the chopped zucchini. “Then what do you call Jerez 2020?”

Valentino raises an eyebrow at him. “An accident,” he says in English. “Un accidente. Un incidente. If they invented another word for it, I don’t know it. ”

“Only idiots make accidents.”

“Would you tell that to Jorge?”

Marc inhales sharply at that. Fabio would probably knock him over at the next race if Marc called Jorge Martin an idiot.

Valentino smiles. “That’s what I thought.”

Marc frowns. “Te odio.”

“No, you don’t.” And to drive his point home, Valentino grabs Marc’s hands and bites his knuckles until Marc’s face smooths into a laugh and he forgets how the word idiota sounds in his mouth. If Valentino still hears the echoes of that words weeks after, it’s his problem to deal with.

Everything comes to a halt when they are doing laundry and Marc looks at a pair of pants and says, “Maybe I shouldn’t be left out on the track if I keep crashing like this.”

Valentino sees red. He tries to understand most of the time, but his understanding has a limit too. Now all he wants is to scream at Marc to shut up, shut up, shut up. There must be something visible on his face because Marc takes a step back as Valentino turns toward him, hands held high in front of him as if Valentino will attack any minute.

“What?” Marc says, shoulders raised to the ears. “I haven’t seen you this angry since Sepang 2015.”

Valentino ignores him. He grabs Marc’s face in his hands and says, “Amore,” because Valentino never uses pet names unless he wants to distract Marc. It works well this time as well. Marc shuts up and blushes a pretty red, dropping his hands to rest in the crook of Valentino’s elbows. “I’m breaking up with you if you don’t win your ninth.” He says it in Spanish too to drive the point home.

Marc frowns, his brain registering the words. “In case you haven’t noticed—“

“Bodies heal, that’s what they do. Unless you’re dead, there is no reason for you to think otherwise.”

Marc’s frown deepens. “But—“

Valentino presses his lips against the wrinkle on his forehead, down at the corner of his eye, on the edge of his jaw. Marc shudders in his arms.

“You once told me you can be faster than me.”

“I am,” Marc says, eyes closed, breathing hard against Valentino.

“Faster than you, I mean.”

Valentino smiles. “Not sure I believe you.”

For the first time in months, Marc’s eyes twinkle with hunger. “I am. I’ll prove it to you.”

“Good.” Valentino kisses him hard. “You can start doing that, but after you’re done with the laundry. I’m not your maid.”

Marc does not finish the laundry. Neither does Valentino. The sunset catches them in bed, sheets draped all around them as Valentino presses his grievances into Marc’s golden skin until the room lights up with Marc’s giggles, with promises of being kinder to himself in the process of healing. Marc will probably forget come morning. He is infuriating. But Valentino knows where the spare key is and how to cook escudella and calçotada the way Marc likes them. If Marc forgets a thousand times, Valentino will remind him a thousand times.

After all, there is still a race to win.

#rosquez #valentino rossi #marc marquez #rosquez in the year of our lord 2k23 #moto gp rpf #luna.writes #my stories #tw mentions of injuries #tw food #radical self care #marc is really bad at self care and everything that comes with it #i altered the real life events so it fits my narrative #im a little nervous about it tbh. i think i stepped out my comfort zone a bit lol #thanks to lu and maina and mery for all the specific spanish/italian stuff

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virtueisdead · 1 year

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saw a post that went like "imagine not understanding that we gays and lesbians and bis made this community for us and not all you who think you deserve to be part" like damn shawty, don't worry, we weren't trying to! see, we're "lgbtq+"! you get to be in your own club called “lgb” just the exclusionary bigots, that way everyone knows at a glance you're a fucking embarrassment to your progressive contemporaries! we wouldn't want to take your identity away from you <3

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cassidyreturns · 3 years

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Unlearning Toxic Beauty Standards/Femininity Redefined:

TW: ED Mention, Identity/Queer Struggles, Beauty Standards

@queerandquandary and I cut my hair!

It's been so Freeing for me to Unlearn toxic beauty standards - specifically with my hair.

I have struggled with my gender / gender presentation since early childhood. In general I have struggled with appearance, EDs, self harm, vanity, weight, etc etc since then as well. Body image issues.

When I started aging and my mental illnesses became too much for me, I REALLY started to struggle with my hygiene. Specifically, I struggled to get myself to take a shower. I noticed a big deterrent for me was how long and thick my hair was at the time. As an act of Radical Self Acceptance & Self Care, I started addressing these internal narratives about keeping my hair so long and investigating their origins, and if I even actually believed them at all.

There has always been this underlying judgment in my mind telling me that in order to "pretty" or "feminine" I needed to have long, flowing hair. This judgment has done some damage into my adult life that I have been working on rooting out the past few years.

So on the flip side of that, I also had to address my Fear in having short hair - that I would be seen as "too masculine" and would be "less desirable" for men... How heartbreaking is that? /:

These Realizations forced me to TRULY start to deal with my own internalized sexism and misogyny deep within my heart.

I am Learning that Femininity is whatever I make it.

And Beauty is Me.

I cut my hair because I wanted to.

I wanted short hair because I could not keep up with the maintenance needed for long, thick hair.

I ENJOY having short hair! I ENJOY having long hair, too!

Each has their own time in my life.

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reterritorialisation · 8 months

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today i will spend eighty dollars on a pen

#radical self care

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craycraybluejay · 8 months

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I WILL CARVE OUT A NEW AND HAPPY AND INDEPENDENT LIFE FOR ME IF IT KILLS ME. WHEN THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY. I WILL BE OPTIMISTIC AND TRY MY BEST AND HOPE AND BELIEVE THAT IT IS ENOUGH. I WILL MAKE IT OR DIE TRYING BUT FUCK IF I DON'T TRY I'LL DIE ANYWAY. I AM TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF IN MY LIFE BITCH. I AM GOING TO SAVE MYSELF BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER OR WILL EVER DO IT FOR ME AND I AM GOING TO SAVE ANYONE AND EVERYONE ELSE THAT I LOVE WHO I CAN. WATCH OUT WORLD YOU GOT A FORCEFULLY OPTIMISTIC ANOUTHER COMING AND HY IS READY TO WRECK ALL YOUR SHIT. ALL OF IT. I WILL BURN BRIDGES THAT DO NOT SERVE ME AND DANCE ON THEM. I WILL BRING THOSE WHO ARE CRUEL TO MYSELF AND OTHER PEOPLE TO JUSTICE. I WILL RESOLVE MY PAST, BRING KARMA TO THOSE WHO HURT ME, AND MAKE MYSELF A HAPPY AND PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE LIFE BY !!!!!ANY MEANS NECESSARY!!!!!

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thecococoola · 1 year

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I like myself so much!!

We are often convinced that we liking ourselves is wrong or bad in some way but this is simply not true, liking yourself is self care!

Why would I spend my time hating myself! I’m fantastic in so many ways and what good will hating myself do to improve the ways I’m not?

#radical self love #radical self acceptance #radical self care #one trick marketers hate

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idunforslindart · 1 year

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Having the ability to rest your body should not be a class issue, but when it's between resting your body and being able to pay rent it stops being a choice.

#vector #vector art #digital art #digital illustration #cute #cutecore #radical act #fuck capitalism #communism #fuck patriarchy #eat the fucking rich #original art #resting #radical self care #self care

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visualpractitioner · 8 days

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What does radical self care look like?

Putting your body before anything and everyone else’s.

CONTEXT In 2011, I was walking down the street in Telluride, Colorado. All of a sudden I felt like I was walking in sand, against the wind. With all my might, I couldn’t walk any faster, no matter how I tried. Then, for the next 13 years I experienced all kinds of strange symptoms. I have chased many dragons.

Today, I practice radical self care. It’s absolutely necessary if I want to get anything accomplished.

How and when does it start? My Radical Self-Care List

Without an alarm clock as it’s important not to interrupt an REM sleep cycle otherwise you wake up feeling groggy and you’ve lost up to 45 minutes of good sleep. Write. Sip room temperature water with some salt or unsweetened electrolytes. Prepare morning tea or cacao. Eat 20+ grams of protein. Meditate to focus the mind and get in alignment with inner/higher self. Six-step oral hygiene. Skin brush. Shower if needed. Face the sun with eyes closed and move head around. Get productive in 22 or 45-minute sprints. Take breaks every 90 minutes when the brain switches to non-dominant hemisphere and back. Move/walk around. Eat a hearty and healthy lunch. Supplements. Get productive again. Take a nap. Go to the studio and create. For those who use your head a lot, rest by using your hands. If you work with your hands, rest your brain. Make a savory dinner. Take a walk. Do the dishes and prepare for the following day. Take a magnesium salts bath with essential oils if needed. Decompress by compressing. I use a Normatec for 30-60 minutes on my legs. Sometimes I use the hip or arms attachments if I really need it. Cover up with a weighted blanket. Rest. Listen to a guided visualization. Sleep. I’m a bi-modal sleeper so when I wake at ~4am, I do a few hours of work and go back to sleep.

Pretty radical huh? What is on your Radical Self-Care List? Is it sustainable? It takes time to build up to a repeatable, sustainable routine.

Here are some tips:

Know your purpose and why. Feel into how important it is and remind yourself frequently.

Find the anchor or cornerstone practice you do everyday and build time around it to add and enhance your self-care.

Be present with the process. Your subconscious knows when you aren’t putting in full effort. By being present, you are training yourself to be more resilient and strengthening your practice.

How long does it take?

Well, it’s taken me 13 years to get to this point. But it was the split-second decisions that changed the trajectory, the depth, and the will to MAKE each change happen. You can choose to begin anytime.

Want to learn more about the skill sets I have developed to help me?

Time-honored processes and the professionals who taught me:

Discover and Implement Your Purpose/Why Use a methodology and get a coach like the SHIFT-IT Visual process with Christina Merkley (manifestation approach) or Make It Happen Method with Coach Jennie and Meredyth (inner critic/productivity-based).

Develop Mindsets, Skill sets and Behaviors The 3T Model from the Learn Lead Lift Framework has been critical in my decision making and determining energy allocation. You can learn more from the book at https://www.learnleadlift.com by Wendy Ryan.

Leverage Visual Thinking Love a good abecedarian? I talk more about those in an upcoming email. Meanwhile, check out this one by Brandy Agerbeck. Valuable Link: https://www.loosetooth.com/a-to-z

Building Resilience with Appreciative Inquiry By Joan McArthur-Blair and Jeanie Cockell Link to an excerpt of their book: https://cockellmcarthur-blair.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/building-resilience-with-appreciative-inquiry-excerpt-1.pdf

I love to host live group sessions taking creative professionals through the ALIVE process. If you are interested in organizing one for your creative group, guild, book club, etc, please email me for group rates.

May you have the courage and strength to make ever-lasting change.

#radical self care #self care

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awakeningchange · 9 months

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"Eyes of the world".... Being a Master of nuances brings more joy and ease and glory!! #accessconsciousness

#existential4kink #permayoga #radical self care #jyotish #dharmalife #expressiveartstherapy #ancestralhealing

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5ly-4g4r1c · 10 months

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🍵 my morning routine for low anxiety and a calm day

this is my morning routine for school pretty much every day! this helps me be less overwhelmed during the school day and makes me a kinder person to myself and others. i hope you can use this for inspiration to better your own life <3

- 5:30 wake up

- 5:40 gratitude journal

- 5:50 make bed + pull up blinds

- 6:00 meditation

- 6:10 yoga

- 6:30 breakfast

- 6:50 shower

- 7:00 skincare

- 7:10 hair and makeup

- 7:30 get dressed + jewellery ect.

- 7:40 pack bag

- 7:50 write to-do list

- 8:00 walk to school

#self care #meditation #yoga #morning routine #early morning #school morning #routine #autism #anxiety #low anxiety routine #depression #radical self care

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thelilbbjen · 1 year

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Why didn’t anyone tell me the that the French coffee bar 🌸🌸🌸 of my dreams was down the street from the cute bakery 🧁 next to the cat lounge cafe? 🥹🥹

#photography #shoplocal #supportsmallbiz #coffeebar #locallymade #local food #apothecary #glutenfree #veganlife #radical self care #travel

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cassidyreturns · 4 years

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Healing/Recovering (as a Freelancer):

My Body is finally starting to Feel Recovered.

Rest is so important in the Healing Process.

When I worked for someone else, I was never able or allowed to Rest. My Body, Mind & Soul would BEG me to take Time & Space for myself. But I couldn't because my financial survival depended on it.

Being a freelance content creator requires me to make a lot of hard decisions, but they are much easier when I am finally, truly, HONEST with myself.

I NEEDED to follow this Path.

I think this is what people are referring to when they say they have "found their Calling."

It is a Choice I am making, of course, but I am being PULLED by something Greater than me. And I am happy to oblige!!! :D

Going against the grain, especially when it comes to financial security and work, is HARD. I will not lie to you.

But so is EVERYTHING ELSE?! So I am CHOOSING my Suffering!

& at least for me, it has been Worth it.

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yourhealingjournal · 2 years

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you can always start again. clean up your socials, make new playlists, donate clothes you no longer wear. try out a new recipe, move to a new city and make new friends, pick up new hobbies you never thought of before. there is no limit to how many times you can press the reset button. it's okay to change and start over. you don't need anyone's permission to do it.

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