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Have you ever had a day where all you needed was someone’s comfort, but everyone seemed too lost in their own world to notice your silence?
~m.
Then slipped away , leaving only whispers of what could have been.
REINVENTING MYSELF-Femininity
Simply put, I don’t like the woman I am now. I am a manifestation of my parents neglect, insecurities rooted in me since a child, along with suppressed and very obvious trauma. I want to see better, I want to do better, I want to attract better.
In preparation for spring (the actual “New Year”) I am currently throwing away EVERYTHING and starting completely fresh. Clothes, wigs, sheets, I even thought about tossing my diploma not a soul asked me for (not even school, everything is electronic).
This is she, me. Anew
Personality
She is mysterious, yet has a welcoming aura about her. You know she’s not the woman to step to unless it’s worth her time, but intimidating isn’t the feeling that comes over the admirer. She’s playful, actively laughing and playing with her dogs. Publicly and privately. A hopeless romantic, though a seductress first. Her love (and lust) is earned. She’s very hard to get.
Hopeless Romantic
Adventurous
Rebellious
Creative
Bookworm
Athletic
Hobbies
She’s always trying something new to see if she finds something she likes. Fear of dislike is never on her mind. As a curious spirit, she not only has hobbies but works to advance and meet those who share the same hobbies as her
Art museums
Theatre
Cooking & making recipe books to pass down
Scrapbooking
Learning about nature (plants, Survival skills, history)
Baking (for anyone)
Chess
White Wine
Astrology
Teapot Collecting
Reading research articles
Boundaries
Again, she’s very hard to get. Hard to impress. Hard to convince. Hard to plead to. As warm as her aura may be, she’s very no nonsense. She is in tune with her inner voice and intuition, who are the first to advise her about whatever you’re telling her.
No sex before substantial financial/personal commitment
Limited debates, always held with class and even tone. Never arguments or fights
Not surrounding self around people who don’t share the same ambition
I come first. My safety, my priorities and myself, period.
No unannounced guests (gift deliveries excluded)
I don’t entertain conversations with men after a certain time
I am selective about what I choose to listen to, so I cut all unproductive/negative conversations very short
Goals
She is an “overachiever”. Whatever that means.
Purchase first property
Travel to 5th country
Obtaining black dermatologist
Selling select art pieces for over ($XX,XXX)
Approved for American Express Platinum Card
Accepted into Ph.D program
Complete first few books/scripts
Learn Spanish and ASL fluently
I went deep into depth privately, and I highly suggest you do the same. Sometimes, it helps to have an organized, detail breakdown of who you are, who you want to become, and most importantly who are you leaving behind.
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Awkward first post
So, I decided to make a tumblr and therefore I'm prepared for the first couple of posts and experiences to be messy and awkward, since I've never really used this platform before. Yet, this is another place where writers and fans of writers live. Since I am both of those things, it's better late than never!
Right now, I'm just sharing things I do on my website, namely the Character Scenario posts. I'm pretty sure my friend that first introduced me to these exercises found them on Tumblr, but I've yet to rediscover them, so I'm making my own and sharing them here!
I hope anyone that finds them or me has fun!
More info:
I create the wind, I move the air around me and it supports me as I glide. The lightness of my wings is an enigma that allows flight to find me. The earth tastes as sweet as honey, like it is made to give love, and in return receives it back. Flowers align my sights in a blissful arrangement of colors textures and scents. Its almost impossible to escape the joy of summer. It bleeds through the sky and returns to earth as rain. I am just an insect but I am no less important than the minds who perceive me, that are aware I exist. I am small, colored in like stained glass windows. Attune with the music of bees . Antenna reaching out to understand the world around me. My tongue curls for the fruit from tree, desperate for the sweet nectar. I am a butterfly.
~not my borders~
‘‘i hadn’t understood at the time if sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? but now i knew why. without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.’’
— janet fitch - ‘‘white oleander’’
“𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 - 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋. 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.” 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓳𝓪𝓬𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓷
Guys I have an idea for a fic with the theme being the game ‘never have I ever’ but idk who to write it for so lmk!!!
Why is it every time I get somewhere when I’m writing i am suddenly overcome with exhaustion.
like I have the ideas but my eyelids are too heavy for me to execute them.
UGGHHHHHHHH
If this post gets 100 notes I'll type up and post the long ass poetry I wrote last night called "Become human (I'm begging)"
“What is the greatest need of human beings? What is it they seek from me always? Intimacy. I listen with all my being, I am completely interested. I seek momentarily a full communion of eyes, feelings, thoughts.”
The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966
“You have to look inwards.” she said.
It clicked for him then. All the hate you feel inside your heart, within yourself. It’s the same as spreading hate, being unkind, rude. You can’t treat people like that. He gradually understood. You can’t treat yourself like that.
“Thank you,” he finally spoke. As the knowing swept through his body, penetrating his mind.
“Jamie?” Catja whispered carefully, “You must remember immer, I love you and you have a beautiful heart. But your heart wanders sometimes.”
And Jamie knew, his heart was easily influenced. And when he saw his friend sneer at that woman. He thought it funny in that moment. But Catja his older sister, she loved him in spite of what he considered his shortcomings.
“And Jamie, you think they are imperfections, they are not. You just need to use those feelings in a different direction.”
-Excerpts from my stupid brain #14, Reflect urged Catja, 2024
Sometimes I used to think about the person I was going to marry. That was before. That was before I met him.
Before I met him, I used to think it was an idea. This idea that there’s a person out there who will shake you so you’ll want to spend forever with them. Forever is a really long time with one other person (significant other that is), and I remember I always thought, I may meet them someday.
And I did think I met them at one point. But that was different because I just thought, “yeah, I could be with you for a while”, but it wasn’t until I met him that I realized. It exists.
And the weird thing is, I knew when I met him. But I didn’t really know because it was complicated, and I didn’t get to be with him for a while. But when we were together finally, it came so quickly, how much I knew. It’s like, this idea of what love should look like, isn’t an idea. It’s the soul of another person.
I knew, when I met him, forever would never be long enough. And that’s a really insane thing to know about yourself, and another person.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, #2, Him, 2024
The Beatles make great music. The sound? Fantastic! Rhythm, instrumentation, quality of recording are all spectacular. But listen, don’t you hear? Those men were sad, melancholy, and totally stoned.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain #27, The Beatles were Stoney-baloney, 2024
Dreamt that I could talk to ghosts.
Someone came to me in my dream and was speaking to me about myself. I didn’t recognize the voice. She then said “I’m your Grandma” and I immediately somehow knew it was my mom’s mom; she had bipolar type I. Also, my Grandma on my mom’s side was always “Nana”. She explained how I was strong and lovable, that my significant other is a good person, and that my mom spread generational trauma.
My Nana apologize to me, she said it was her fault in some ways. My Nana then explain that I needed to cut ties for my sake.
My Nana explained that I would break the trauma, but to do so I must extricate myself from my family. She apologized again, and told me for my future, for my happiness, it would need to be done.
My Nana left, and told me she loved me, and that she wanted to watch me grow up. She had died when I was very young.
Before she left and I woke up, she said, “I wanted to see you change the world”.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, you’ll change the world, 2024
“At my core, I think there is something wrong with me. And I think that’s where my depression stems from. It’s like being in a world full of strangers; surrounded by eight billion others and still feeling alone.”
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, Alone, 2024
Feeling existential dread lately but trying to remember my soul lives forever in my love for others. I am a water source in a wasteland, life in death.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, Decomposed, 2024
God doesn’t exist. Because, if he did, he wouldn’t let us live in this unfortunate existence that we live in.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, what God(s)?, 2024