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#saturating your mind
awhkacey · 3 months
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✩°。⋆⸜ 🎧✮ That version of your sp, or that version of your ideal person does too fucking exist, it’s not ‘unrealistic’ or ‘unreachable’. You can fucking have it, you know why? Because you exist. If someone as amazing and rare as you can exist, the perfect partner you deserve exists to have they’re arm wrapped around yours and treat you like the fucking royalty you are. And they will prove your thoughts true and show you how fucking lovable and pursuable you truly are. ✩°。⋆⸜ 🎧✮
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honeytonedhottie · 11 days
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fun ways to affirm⋆.ೃ࿔*:・🧁
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remember, to affirm is to think so u could affirm whenever wherever you want. im just going to be listing some ways to affirm favorable things in a more fun way ✨
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sing ur affirmations like a song
say ur affirmations during mirror work
vaunt about urself/write a vaunt about urself
pretend like ur telling someone ab ur manifestation success (on the phone) and repeat ur affirmations
robotically affirm
write a script and throw in some of ur affirmations
affirm at the end of the day as though you were writing a journal entry about your manifestation successes
listen to ur affirmation tapes
affirm before sleeping (in state akin to sleep) and when u wake up
affirm mindlessly when doing mundane tasks
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dirty-bosmer · 2 months
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Arquen, murder wife who can do no wrong bc why be an assassin if you can't be sexy about it?
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pharawee · 2 years
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So, do you like it?
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blinkpen · 10 months
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saw a meme of a character i experienced so briefly and i have not thought about in eons but getting nuked from orbit from just how much of the primordial soup of my mind has that character's DNA in it and the meme itself only emphasizes the point
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singharit · 2 years
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@applenattawin​: ​nothing is happening why post it… #…jeff pretty🤷🏽‍♀️
via @/maymaa.
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onemossygoblin · 9 months
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I HAVE FINISHED THE PROJECT!!!!
It took forever but I did it. Also if it looks crunchy it’s because you’re supposed to look at it from farther away xoxo, Moss
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This shit took me hours >:(
All because of the stupid layer limits procreate has (and because i am incapable of doing this effectively)
Also sorry Ik this is really anticlimactic
@faggotful-enby
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horiizonsstuff · 1 year
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the knorr cubes 😠 knorr western,,, cuz my week was actually shit so ended up making them as free therapy @beumdi @bruhstation (they're forcing me to memorize medical terms 😠‼️)
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Bonus thing I sent in my class gc to cope:
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I stg the entire ep of James to the Rescue was James trying to flex on his boyfriend while Toby was like "BITCH U CANT DO IT 😠‼️ ASK ROCKY FOR HELP ALREADY 😠‼️‼️‼️‼️"
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cruelsister-moved2 · 1 year
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straight up i feel like people should be required to type out trans exclusionary radical feminist each time so that they can really think about it
yeah but even then I don't think it's enough because like there are a significant amount of transmasc terfs and like individual terfs' stances vary but radical feminism as a whole is by no means inherently incompatible with a tme trans identity. so my issue is that there are a lot of people who are (either ignorantly or maliciously) throwing around very similar rhetoric to terfs (trans men and butch lesbians are basically the same thing, trans women pose a threat to Females, there are special Female Experiences all Females share that trans women have no access to, etc) but couched in progressive language & get away with it because people have no idea what terf rhetoric actually looks like and fall back on it as a reassuring bogeyman to label anything they dont like. to the extent that those same people will call YOU a terf for taking issue with like saying trans men can be lesbians, even though that is literally exactly what terfs believe, that trans men are lesbians. they'll be like well you're excluding a group of trans people from a label, that's trans exclusive!!! to be clear, terfs frequently do and say things that are harmful to trans men. but the issue is that on the flipside of that, people assume that supporting trans men is mutually incompatible with being a terf when it really isn't. so radical feminists are able to easily pass off transmisogyny as long as it's supportive of trans men, and people openly accept it. the vast majority of 'terf rhetoric' which is being widely spread rn is that which INCLUDES trans men, at the expense of trans women. people need to learn to spot when something is specifically transmisogynistic, rather than just seeing approval of trans men and switching off.
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ahxiang · 2 years
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no matter how many times i hear it "lost in your eyes / there was no place i could hide / take me inside / and let me live in your mind" hits me like a ton of bricks. jeff satur you lyrical genius
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vodka-and-ocs · 2 years
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Day 5: Backstory
“Bond: I owe my life to the priest who took me in when my parents died.”
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fairyzar · 1 year
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the older i get the more confused i become in regards to my identity.
#z escribe#i have been aware that i was adopted from a young age. heck i knew before my mom told me because i watched the health channel#and i rmbr they showed a skin color chart and i pieced together...two white parents don't equal a brown kid#and i thought that the colorblind mindset was a proper one to be brought up with. obviously not as i experienced racism in elementary.#and was extremely confused why 'other' white kids didn't see me as white either...well no shit you're not white baby aza#and i went through a radical phase during middle school. hating all white people. but then my mom's white fragility deterred me from that#as any time i would voice my anger she would... quite literally in tears... try to reason with me and be like ''but i'm white people...#do you hate me?'' to which i would always have to soothe her. and honestly i have become comfortable in identifying with mixed.#it is a comfortable identity because i have grown up without any specific culture (outside of american. which. how does one even begin to#define the complexities of such an identity... the way that american as a nationality transcends as it becomes a civil religion.)#anyways. i have been thinking about a guy at a party and our conversations. and how we got to our identities and i instantly...#out of habit really. told him ''well i'm half mexican or indigenous too... but i mean it's not like i'm really latin.'' and he was like.#''no azaria. you are. don't diminish yourself and your ancestors just because you weren't able to grow up around that culture''#his comment made me think about my identity once again after a long time of not wondering what it means to be Me.#and i recently submitted a paper for an internship. and god. i was reading it to my white mom. and after i read the concluding paragraph#she asked me to read it again. to which i did. and then after a pause she sighed and said i was being ''too angry''#and when i asked her to elaborate she simply said ''well it makes it sound as if white people are evil''#mind you. my application paper is about working at a museum for african american/black art preservation. like. art history is so deeply#saturated with colonialism and racism??? and she just chose to ignore that point of my paper and focus on me critiquing her fellow white#people. and to categorize me as the 'angry black person' are you Fucking kidding me. but then even with that she was like.#''i just don't get why you're so angry. you're not even black. i mean. you don't look black at all. you look mexican''#she constantly wants my identity to be simple. to be watered down. to be digestible.#i am the product of a biracial mother and fully latin/indigenous father. that is the truth of my identity. i will NEVER be perceived as#white.#but after that i just felt so incredibly shitty and called my sister and she told me what our mom said to her that day too. and i said#something along the lines of ''sometimes i feel as if mom thinks we owe her for adopting us.'' and my sister agreed.#it broke me. it really did. to know that i am not being overdramatic in my thoughts. to know that i am not simply being ungrateful.#my sister says that she copes with it by reasoning that our parents are born in the 40s and times were a lot different then. but it is hard#for me to constantly excuse their racism and ignorance towards my identity. both regarding my queerness and ethnicity.#i am so tired. so so tired.
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mortellanarts · 1 year
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for the art trademark thing - soft warm colors!! and even when u dont use those, just the way that u paint stuff.. i have no idea how to put it into words but its so distinctly You that id recognize it anywhere!! its like. i feel like if i tried to touch it my hand would sort of go through it like with sand or water, in a soothing way (if that makes sense??). n the way u draw hair and eyes specifically is also very recognizable i think :3
I also don't have words for how to react to this ooone it's the one with most the things like yeah! Warm tones my beloved! It's easy to tell when it's me who made the thing just from how I paint? Awesome! Cool! Weirdly enough I think I get what you mean with the sand thing as well and that's?? Such a specific feel?? All I can say is thank u friend heart warm :'3
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teaboot · 17 days
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This is gonna sound rather conceited but I feel like it highlights an issue we have in Art.
I'm good at art. I've never had a hard time making art. I started using crayons before I could walk. Painting, Beadwork, sculpture, sketching, stippling, whatever- once I have a feel for the material, it doesn't take long to start doing what I want with it. It's been a common theme my whole life.
(Y contrast I'm awful at things like dancing, performance, sports, etc- in all things there is balance, right?)
Now, I've taught myself to use so many artistic mediums now that I KNOW how to most efficiently integrate them into the brain database. Once you really *understand* a material, it's much like memorizing the layout of your house, or flexing a muscle, or something in-between- it becomes PART of your brain in a way I cant quite articulate. But to get there involves just fucking around for a bit doing nothing in particular.
And I've found, especially in group settings, that nobody seems to be able to see you make something badly and leave you alone. Even if you say you're fine, you don't want help, you're happy, you're having fun, it's fine, they gotta ride your ass and hover.
I was at a class the other day for something I hadn't done before. The medium was one I've never used, so once the instructor told us the basics I started experimenting with weight, gravity, texture, viscosity, saturation, temperature, etc. The instructor had given enough info to know what was dangerous and what was safe, and beyond that I just wanted to absorb what I could about it.
And no insult to the instructor, but they kept checking in. Which was fine the first few times.
But then, without asking me what I was trying to do, started giving tips. That I told them I was grateful for but didn't really need just yet. If I had a question, I'd ask.
But they kept coming over. And touching my shit. And manipulating my project. And touching my hands. And using my tools. Without fucking asking.
And this happens every time. EVERY TIME. And by now I know the best way to get them to fuck off is to make something way beyond their expectations so they know I'm capable, then go back to doing what I want.
So I did. I wanted to keep having fun and learning, but instead I made something beautiful that I really didn't want to make, and wasted my time, and really didn't learn what I wanted to learn at all. I knew the formula to create a beautiful thing, so I followed that formula the same way I have a hundred times before, and didn't get to try anything spontaneous or ugly or exciting, just so I could be left alone.
And I know when I was a kid, I was aware aware people saw me puttering alone on something ugly assumed I had a special issue and treated me like I was stupid because of that. (I was neurodivergent.) And at at time I knew that I could do a neat trick for them like a trained pony and they'd go, "Oh, surely they aren't defective if they can do something like that!" And piss off.
But what if I hadn't known how to do that?
What if I hadn't been talented, or "special"?
What if I'd been just any other average kid trying to learn, and I couldn't pop something pretty out of my ass to get them off my back?
My problem my whole life has been that I haven't been allowed to make anything ugly in peace. I'm capable of beauty, so I have to make beauty, or get stepped on. And once people see what I can do, they get loud about it. "Look at this! Look what they did! We all know who the best is, don't we?". And that used to feel good, but it's tiring.
And how many people like me just wanted to play? Just wanted to have fun and experiment? Who were having fun with no goal in mind, or just took longer to learn, who gave up because of all the obnoxious helpers breathing down their neck with no way to shake them off?
How many of us are made to feel defective because we aren't doing things beautifully?
I have a lovely piece of art I didn't want to make.
I think I'm gonna frame it.*
(*I think I'm gonna burn it in my yard.)
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i truly don't think there's anything i could say to make this seem better
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