Self Accepectance - Tumblr Posts
Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.
Accept the fact that you will grow apart from people you've had significant relationships with.
Understand when someone no longer positively affects your life.
Let them go. Don't hinder your growth.
Hey everyone, it's Lynnetty here, but you can call me Lee! I'm diving into the world of Tumblr for the first time, and I couldn't be more excited to connect with all of you and share stories.
Let me give you a little peek into who I am. I come all the way from Africa and I'm a few years old (let's keep that a mystery for now, shall we? 😂). I have a deep passion for reading and writing stories. I'm always eager to explore new talents, whether it's art, dance, sports, you name it. Oh, and one more thing, I'm pretty open to questions, but just a gentle reminder to be mindful of sensitive topics. I want to create a safe space here, not just a typical blog but a place where we can uplift each other and make everyone feel welcome.
Now, let's talk about my love for Kpop. I stan multiple groups, but my heart will always belong to BTS. Some may wonder why BTS holds a special place in my heart. Well, there's this misconception that if you're a BTS fan, you're either new to Kpop or just trying to impress others. But for me, BTS has been more than just a music group. Their songs have touched me in ways I can't fully explain right now. Thanks to the seven incredible members, I've learned to love myself more and see the world from a different perspective.
Despite my deep love for BTS, I'm actually quite diverse when it comes to music. I appreciate good music across all genres. As long as the vibe is right, I'm all in!
When it comes to storytelling, that's where my heart truly lies. I love crafting both fiction and fanfiction. If you want to explore my writing, you can find me on Wattpad and Quotev. However, I'd recommend checking out my Wattpad account for the latest stories, as my Quotev account needs a bit of updating and reorganizing.
I'll be sharing my stories on Tumblr soon (once I figure out how this whole app works, haha!). I can't wait for you all to read what I have in store. If you decide to follow and dive into any of my books on Wattpad, I appreciate you stumbling upon my Tumblr account and joining me on this creative journey. Thanks for stopping by! 🌟
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El amor es amor como quiera que lo mires. Love it's Love whatever you look at it.
📸 My credits.
Okay this is just a place to talk. Okay - picture this. Girl, 22, super depressed. Can’t find anything to give joy. But she is super into fanfiction of all sorts. Decides to give this long ass fanfiction, 500k words, a shot. Main character is a depressed mess, utterly destroyed, doing everything they can to kill themselves without having the blame. I understand that. I am that. 100k words in, character starts to get better in their own way. There’s a lot of ups and downs, good days and bad days. Wrong decisions, fucked up decisions, wrong turns. They’re a whole mess AND a half. But they don’t give up. They keep making it to the next day until they are better. They are still broken, but it doesn’t mean they’re ruined. They get better. They get happy. The bad days are still there but the bad days are easier. Jesus has a fanfiction ever hit you SO hard it makes living worth living? I mean Jesus. It was a gorgeous story. I’m not even DONE with it. There’s a whole other segment to the story. It’s a three part series and I’m not even done with part 2. I forget how powerful writing can be, even on AO3. I don’t know how to reach this author and beg them to never stop writing. It was perfect.
I still cannot belive pride month is over,even though it was crappy as hell this year. For the first time in my life I realised something that I should have realised a long time ago, I don't give a fuck about what other people think of me and it's what I think of me that matters. If ANYONE who sees this is afraid of coming out to their family or friends or whoever just remember that it doesn't matter. The bravest thing is being able to look in the mirror and accept yourself with full sincerity. You are loved and accepted.
“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!”
-Call me by your name
Just tryin taking a moment to think that when you don't realize how beautiful someone can actually be!!
first gif is my other self reminding me to not fall for another character from the kdrama i've watched
second gif is my brain being delusional asf about them
and lastly the third gif is me aceepting my fate og having being fallen for yet another character
he's so real for taking that quiz. KING THE LAND (2023)
The warm embrace of the sun is inviting itself in the room
As the blooming trees are swaying outside
Their blossom enriching the streets filled with green
The soft sounds of chirping fills my ears
Everything seems at peace
I am at peace
The warm embrace of the sun is inviting itself in the room
As the blooming trees are swaying outside
Their blossom enriching the streets filled with green
The soft sounds of chirping fills my ears
Everything seems at peace
I am at peace
My shoulders feel heavy with unfulfillment
My hands have been soaked in disappointments
My feet are tied up with the weight of my expectations
My head has been forced to bow down to my failures
Yet in my eyes still lies that fire
My eyes will shine even if my face is dirty
The fire of my ambition will not be absorbed by the hell fire of the world
My shoulders feel heavy with unfulfillment
My hands have been soaked in disappointments
My feet are tied up with the weight of my expectations
My head has been forced to bow down to my failures
Yet in my eyes still lies that fire
My eyes will shine even if my face is dirty
The fire of my ambition will not be absorbed by the hell fire of the world
But even after making it through
After seeing the light
After witnessing the miracles I've created
After doing the impossible
I'll always be my broken self
Unless I come to face with the truth
And heal
But even after making it through
After seeing the light
After witnessing the miracles I've created
After doing the impossible
I'll always be my broken self
Unless I come to face with the truth
And heal
But even after making it through
After seeing the light
After witnessing the miracles I've created
After doing the impossible
I'll always be my broken self
Unless I come to face with the truth
And heal
But even after making it through
After seeing the light
After witnessing the miracles I've created
After doing the impossible
I'll always be my broken self
Unless I come to face with the truth
And heal
A Heartbreak’s Gift
This heartbreak wasn't just another bump in the road. It didn't lead me to question my value or yearn for what once was. It didn't bring me to my knees in despair or sow seeds of self-doubt. No, this heartbreak defied convention. It whispered a truth as old as time itself: sometimes, true strength lies not in holding on, but in letting go. And so, reluctantly, I released my grasp, feeling my heart fracture in the process. But within each crack, something remarkable occurred. As the pain washed over me, it carried away both the highs and lows of our shared journey. There was no longing for a past that could never be reclaimed, no futile desire to rewrite our story. Instead, there was a profound acceptance of our incompatibility. This heartbreak gifted me clarity and liberation. It molded me into someone more resilient, someone capable of embracing the fullness of my own being. In its aftermath, I unearthed pieces of myself long buried, breathing life into dormant passions and aspirations. Rather than resenting its presence, I found myself grateful for its lessons. For without it, perhaps I would never have embarked on the journey of self-discovery and self-love that now defines me.
(via " Pastel Holographic Watercolor Sticker: Validating Fear, Normalizing Emotion" Bucket Hat for Sale by Queueka)
Acceptance is a start
Part 1 , Part 2
"Alright, something's wrong. Mind telling me what?"
She paused. Damn it. Her chocolate brown eyes twitched in annoyance at the damn fact that she could never, no matter how much she tried, hide something from her mother. She stopped writing her homework and merely stared at it. Her mind wandered off as it usually did. "Something's wrong." — everything's wrong, mother. Not something, everything. Yet she couldn't stop. She couldn't stop loving the boy she knew won't love her back the same way even if she killed for it. Her heart felt heavy as it usually did when she thought of him and her current situation. The situation being that she was, well, head over heels for a boy who openly announced that he wanted no girl other than the girl he claimed as his — the girl that wasn't her. It hurt. It really did. But what can she do about it? Nothing. She can't do anything about it except for moving on which is quite a hard task, especially since she'd love him for more than a year now. She let out a silent chuckle. There she goes again. Feeling like a highschool girl with a crush. It was as if she was thirteen again except this time it was different. This time it wasn't just a crush anymore, it was love now. Love she never wanted. But of course, Fate doesn't run that day. It seemed to give her the opposite of what she wanted. Oh, you don't want to love anyone at the age of 16? Well, too bad. You're now in love with the boy who considers you as his sister, good luck. Oh, what's that? You want a non drama-filled life? Huh? Sorry — not — but drama is waiting for you, my dear. Have fun! Goodness, Fate doesn't want to give her a break, Huh? Realizing that she had yet to respond, she raised her dull chocolate brown eyes to the blue eyes of her mother.
"Whatever do you mean, mother?"
She almost flinched at the dull tone of her response. Since when had she lost her cheery tone? Oh, that's right. Since the day she realized her feelings which was, unfortunately for her, the day the boy she garnered feelings for proclaimed his love for a girl that, surprise surprise, wasn't her. Her eyebrows raised at the face of her mother — one that clearly states she wasn't buying her bluff. Sighing again, her chocolate brown eyes moved back to the unfinished homework lying on her desk. Her hands made a movement to grab her pen just as her mother sighed and made a move to leave the room. She started writing yet again but her mind was somewhere else. Damn it. Why does this have to be so hard? Why couldn't she just focus on her homework and forget everything else? Don't answer that. She knew the answer. She knew that, even if she tried to do so, her mind won't focus on her homework because it was busy focusing on something else and for once, it wasn't him. It was her mother. She pondered whether or not she should tell her mother. After all, she needed someone to talk to about all of this. About her feelings. Bolting it all up wasn't healthy for her, it never had been. She tightened her grip on her pen before loosening it again with a sigh.
"I love him"
The words were out in the open now. Damn, it felt relieving to say that. All these time, she knew that she loved him but she never, not once, said it out loud in fear of someone overhearing her. She knew that if someone did, they wouldn't know who she was referring to but still, better safe than sorry. Hearing it said out in the open was like confirming her thoughts. She loved him. Oh my God. She loved. But he doesn't love her. Not in the way she wanted him to, at least. Her eyes fluttered close as yet another round of tears made it's way to her eyes but this time, it didn't fall, she prevented it from falling. With glossy chocolate brown eyes, she moved her head and stared at the frozen figure in her doorway. Her mother's frozen figure, to be specific. Her mother's blue eyes stared at her, her daughter, with barely concealed shock. Who? What? Why? When? Those were the thoughts circling her mother's mind as she watched her daughter, as she watched her, with tears in her eyes, repeat her words like a broken record and getting more emotional every turn.
"I love him..."
He doesn't love me.
"I love him..."
And it hurts.
"I love him..."
I'm scared.
"I love him..."
I don't know what to do.
"I love him......"
Help me, mother.
Tears continued to form itself in her eyes yet she didn't let them fall, she didn't allow them too. She was tired. She didn't want this anymore. Loving him was killing her and she needed to stop, only problem was she didn't know how. Her eyes closed as the thought stayed in her head. She didn't know how to not love him and that scared her, more than ever. Her chocolate brown eyes stared at her shaking hands, her tears still not falling. She took a shaky breath. No, don't cry. You've cried enough already. No need to cry again. Her mind involuntarily remembered the boy she loved so much and the girl she longed to be and the thought made her want to cry. Her hands shook more visibly as her mind made her remember the pair and their loving nature towards one another. Before she could panic more, a hand was suddenly covering that of her own. Her eyes snapped upwards only to be met by the calm blue eyes of her mother. She was so mesmerized at the caring and calming eyes of her mother that she almost failed to notice the words that escaped her lips in a soft, scared whisper.
"I'm scared..."
"I know..."
Her mother was quick to comfort her. She felt her mother's arms wrap themselves around her figure and closed her eyes, leaning towards her mother, desperately in need of the warmth and comfort she knew her mother would give her.
"Loving...it's scary, especially for someone as young as you..."
She listened to her mother speak and couldn't help but agree with her mother's words. It was true. Loving was — is scary. It always had been. No matter how old or how prepared you might think you are, loving someone, especially in a romantic way, will always be scary — that much she knew of. But even then, even if the words that left her mother's mouth was not something knew to her, it brought her a sense of comfort she needed.
"It's scary but it's also wonderful. It's such an amazing feeling, once you get over the scary part. You're constantly happy and you'll always feel as if you are on top of the world..."
She smiled. She caught up on the love and passion in her mother's voice and smiled, feeling happy that her mother experienced love in the best way possible. Sure, she couldn't see how love can be so wonderful as it had been nothing but cruel to her but to hear her mother say it as if she had experienced it before, and there's no doubt that she had and still do, makes me happy. They may not have been the closest mother-daughter pair out there but they care about one another, even after their multiple arguments. They care and that's what matters. Of course, her sense of happiness didn't last for long. As soon as she remembered that she had yet to experience that kind of love, her smile dimmed and tears continued to form in her eyes as she felt a bittersweet feeling creep up on her. She wished she experienced the kind of love her mother talks greatly about and not the love she was experiencing now. It sounded great. Her mother must have picked up on her down mood as she continued.
"But love can also be painful... It's not all rainbows and sunshine. It can hurt someone and I have no doubt you're hurting from love right now..."
The way her mother said it made her look away from her. Shame filled her body even when there was nothing to be ashamed about. Love can hurt someone and it was hurting her — it was normal. Her mother sighed and placed both of her hands on her cheek and made her look straight into her blue eyes. Chocolate brown met Crystal blue.
"I'm not shaming you, child. I just want you to know that what you're feeling right now — it's normal. You have nothing to be ashamed about. Your loving and you're hurting — it's normal. But I assure you, daughter of mine. You'll find the same kind of love I found in your father someday. Not right now, but some day. It may be years from now. Or weeks. Or days, even. But you'll find it. I know you will..."
The mother-daughter duo shared a smile that warmed both of their hearts. Her chocolate brown eyes watched as her mother pressed her forehead next to hers and continued.
"The love you have for this boy — who ever he is — is hurting you, my child. I'm not asking you to stop loving him. It's hard, that I know. But I'm asking you to stop this..."
Confusion filled her body. What did her mother mean? Stop this? Stop what? What did she do? Her questions were answered not long after as her mother continued.
"Stop purposely hurting yourself. Stop pushing everyone away. Stop isolating yourself. Stop trying to lock it all in. It's not healthy."
Wide chocolate brown eyes stared at determined blue ones as her mother continued.
"Love is hurting you, I know. But that doesn't give you any reason to hurt yourself more by doing all of that. By isolating yourself. By keeping it all in..."
Tears of frustration gathered in her eyes as she continued to listen.
"Stop being so brave..."
With blurry eyes, she watched as her mother close her own pair of eyes and kiss her in the forehead before whispering the words that hit her right in her feelings.
"It's okay to let it all out, Madelaine..."
Tears left her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks without her permission as she finally let herself cry — not for him or for the fact that he wasn't hers but for her and the fact that she was hurting. And it felt good. For the first time in what felt like forever, she was crying for herself — she wasn't crying over him. The feeling was so phenomenal that she couldn't believe it. She let out a watery laugh and sent her mother a shaky smile through her tears.
"Thank you..."
She meant it. She really did. Without her mother and her words of wisdom and comfort, she would still be crying over him and not realizing that she was hurting herself. Her mother made her realize what she was too sad to realize on her own and for that, she was grateful.
"There's no need to thank me, child."
Oh but there was. Her mother was just too humble to realize that. But she didn't argue. She didn't feel like it. So instead, she just nodded her head and continued to hug her mother, feeling grateful for having a woman like her in her life.
Unknown to the both of them, it was in that moment that Madelaine took her first step in her road to healing. It was in that moment that she realized that sure, the fact the he wasn't hers still stung but that doesn't mean she had too beat herself over it. It was in that moment that she started to accept that he wasn't hers and for once, the thought didn't make her cry. In fact, it made her feel as if a weight in her shoulders had been released. It felt great.
After all, Acceptance is a start.