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zukkatrash · 4 years

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A Mask to see me as I am

a modern zuko wears makeup au, 2k words, finished, read under the cut

Summary: Zuko tries to cover up his scar with make up, fails miserably but realizes that he doesn't have to cover his face to stand to look at it

(includes bad Haikus from someone who doesnt know shit about Haikus)

credit to @turtleduck-vibes for beta reading this (thanks again ur the best!!♡)

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The first time Zuko remembered putting makeup on his face was when he was six.

His mother was painting Azula's face next to him for a festival. He couldn't help himself, just dipped his fingers into the small container of colour and smeared it on his face, trying to mimic the delicate lines mother had drawn on his sister. His mother had smiled at him as she wiped the paint off of his hands and tried her best to fix the greasepaint on him into something more put together. Zuko barely remembered the festival or even what was painted on his face, but he did remember the concentration in his mother's eyes. The dedication and love she put into every stroke of her brush and how she smiled when he giggled at the tickling sensation.

Ozai hated it.

Mother didn't paint his face

again, remembering screams.

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The second time Zuko put makeup on was when he was thirteen, desperately trying to hide a hickey he could not and would not want to explain to anyone.

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It didn't hide it.

Ozai found out easily.

It had hurt so much.

The third time Zuko put makeup on was when he was fifteen. He still couldn't stand looking into the mirror longer than it took to check if there was something between his teeth. So he skipped the mirror, grabbed the foundation and more or less smeared it onto his eye. The texture of it felt weird on his face, too clumpy and suffocating. So foreign from the salve he had used to heal the wound. The brush however, brought back the memory of his mother. Her death still stung in his heart — He suspected it always would. But when he stopped attacking his face with the pigment for a second and just let the brush glide along his face, he could only think of his mother's smile. He lifted his face to the mirror and couldn't help but hope that it wouldn't glare back at him with the mark of Ozai's hate.

It looked almost worse.

His eye still too small. The place where an eyebrow should be standing out starkly. The skin around his eye clumped with makeup in a harsh contrast to the smooth unmangled rest of his face.

It took exactly three and a half seconds for him to tear his face away from the mirror.

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He could not hide it

Hatred burned into his skin

So he wiped it off

The next time Zuko put on makeup, he was a bit more prepared, having read up a bit on proper application and the like. He set his things on the desk in front of him, asking himself once again why he was even trying. The scar would always be there. Burned into his skin. Zuko had already spent his tips from the teashop on this, so he might as well try. But when he faced the mirror, he still couldn't hold his own gaze. He should be used to it by now, having lived with the scar for over two years. Having lived with Ozai’s contempt for as long as he could remember. But hope could be persistent. Zuko knew he could never earn his father’s love. That it wasn’t something a child could earn, that it should have been given to him from the second he came into his life. Zuko knew Ozai was wrong and hateful and abusive, but still he couldn’t help but hope on some days. Couldn’t help but hope that the mirror would show him something different than the truth

Hate.

Disappointment.

Condemnation.

He moved the mirror, only his right side visible to him now. Maybe he could practise there until he could finally stand seeing his own face again.

But what good would that do? If he wanted to hide his scar he had to put the makeup on his scar. He adjusted the mirror again. If he didn't move, all he could see was his cheek. The rough skin looked bad, but not as horrible as his eye. As my whole face- he couldn't help but think. He put some foundation on his brush and began spreading it. Unsure how to hold the brush, unsure how to move the brush, unsure why he was even trying.

But the brush felt nice and if he just focused on this small part of his face he almost forgot what he was trying to do. So he kept going, letting the brush glide over his skin, adjusting the mirror ever so slightly as he kept going. Scooting closer to it when his eye came into view, not wanting to see it compare to the other one. The normal one. The intact one. Before he knew it he had covered it all. He was done. He pulled back from the mirror.

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But it still looked wrong

His skin the same colour, but

A mangled landscape

Zuko gave up on trying to cover his scar. The skin was too broken to ever look normal. The eye too broken to ever look normal. He was too- No, Uncle wouldn’t want him to think like that.

But he couldn't deny that he liked putting on the makeup. The method of painting, as if his face was just a sheet of paper and not a testament to Ozai's cruelty. The focus only on a part of his face, without time to criticise when there was art to be done. The memory of his mother smiling down at him as she tickled his nose with the brush. So Zuko didn’t give up on makeup. Only now, he stopped trying to hide something that would always be there.

At first he tried to emulate other people’s makeup, starting with simple things, or what he had thought to be simple things. More often than not, it didn’t come out looking any good. The soft green around his eyes, however, did look quite nice and he couldn't help but think of his uncle's work apron as he looked at his face in the mirror. For the first time in a long time, he could see his own smile look back at him.

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The face still the same

His again with colours and

Memories of love

At seventeen Zuko’s weekend routine now had an addition. Instead of reading or studying, he would put on makeup after his shift at the jasmine dragon and wipe it off in time for dinner. He would lock the door, set the mirror on his desk and take out the small bag from where it was stuffed in his bottom drawer. He would see how different colours looked against his face, how the shapes accentuated different parts of his face, but he wouldn't cover up his scar anymore. Mostly he settled on leaving it alone altogether, since the pigment didn't tend to feel all that good on it. He got good at it though. Now he even took pictures of it, mostly just to track his progress, but the first one he had taken was a celebration. Of the first time his eyeliner looked not only even but good. Never to show anyone though. Not that he really could show anyone, since Jin would definitely tell his uncle. It wasn’t that she was a telltale, but only a few people managed to spend much time with Uncle without letting some secrets slip. Zuko still couldn’t quite believe how easy it had been to come out to his uncle, how accidental it had been.

So maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if Uncle knew. No it definitely wouldn’t be bad. But this wasn’t only a hobby, or something Zuko just was. This was something that helped him look in the mirror. Even if his face was bare he knew how well blue went with his eyes. Where to put highlighter to bring out his cheekbones. How to get the tail of his eyeliner just right. This was something that helped him see himself behind his face.

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A way to separate

The now away from the past

Mask to see himself

There was a knock at his door.

"Just a moment." He called back. Uncle was early, usually Zuko would have at least another half hour until dinner. He grabbed a makeup wipe and almost scrubbed it at his face. But today he had finished the dishes early. Today he had been ambitious. Today there were delicate flowers on his cheekbone. Flowers he had drawn and cleaned off with a q-tip and redrawn over and over again until they were perfect. He couldn't just wipe them off.

“Do you need to come in?” Zuko asked before he could think better of it.

“Are you alright, nephew?” And there it was. He hated to worry his uncle, the man had done so much for him and Zuko still just served to make his life harder.

“Yes.” Everything was alright, he just didn’t want him to come inside and yet even Zuko could hear it in his own voice. The undertone that would tell Uncle that there was something.

“I only wanted to ask if you would like to join me on a walk before dinner” Uncle’s voice was as gentle as ever.

“Nope, I’m good.” Zuko could almost feel his Uncle’s disappointment through the door.

“I am worried about you.” There was hurt in his voice and there was nothing Zuko would hate more than hurting his Uncle. He had to tell him, or rather show him.

“Zuko,” Uncle paused and Zuko already knew what was coming, but he really was fine. But then again Uncle wouldn’t know that. Zuko had already thought of telling him, but this felt like it was his and only his. He was sure Uncle wouldn’t react badly. Hell, Zuko could probably come home with bags full of stolen stuff and Uncle wouldn’t be mad at him. But this had been the first skill he had ever honed that wasn’t for other people, not to convince them of his worth. It wasn’t even that he didn’t want to tell Uncle, he just didn’t want to tell anyone.

But then Uncle had continued talking.

Zuko took a deep breath, he knew he didn't have to worry. He knew Uncle loved him. He knew Uncle would never be mad at him for this. And yet the walk from his desk to his door had never felt longer. Zuko put his hand on the door and before he could think himself out of it he opened it.

His eyes were glued to the floor and his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s not done yet.” Uncle took a second to react, which was to be expected but still Zuko couldn’t help his internal freak out at the silence.

“Oh, what lovely jasmine blossoms.” and Uncle’s words were filled with love and a split second later his arms were filled with a very relieved Zuko.

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Flowers blooming free

Pressed against a smiling cheek

Honesty brings freedom

Uncle knew and despite Zuko's worries it still was his. He might be getting more pictures of flowers when Uncle went on a walk but he didn't pry. He never pried, only ever waited patiently with open arms and a cup of tea, and when the next Saturday came around, Zuko didn’t lock his door. But left it wide open as he settled in front of his desk. And he almost didn’t startle when the apartment door opened later and the sound of Uncle’s hum filled the space.

Zuko was about to pull out his phone when he realized something. He didn’t have to take the selfie in his room where the light didn’t reach in the evening. He could catch the sun as it set from the living room. Uncle didn’t look up from his book as he passed him on the way to the window. Zuko very much understood it as the gesture it was. That their home was a place for Zuko to be himself, that Uncle wouldn’t stare at him just for expressing himself. He very much appreciated it as well, even though he had shared his secret, didn’t mean he was quited ready to really talk about it.

Vulnerable trust

Held steadfast with time and pain

And wounds can still heal

#atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar #zuko #atla modern au #zuko wears makeup #tw childhood trauma #tw child abuse mention #atla fanfic #zuko fanfic #zuko & iroh #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #this is my first fanfic so i really hope its okay #alsoif u have any thoughts abt this at all please tell me #like even if u hate it i want to /know/#and dont hide it in the tags idk how many notifs i get hhaa #thats a lie every notification gives me serotonin

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chrisbangs · 5 years

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op is tired

#haha when not even one of your all time fave video games makes u happy ahha #hahahhahahNsnahahhaahahahahha #hahahahh hhahj hahhhh hahhahh #hahaahhahahahahhh hhahahah hh hahbabaha ahaha hah havh h hhaa hava aaaaa #op die challenge #mfmmfmdkdmmdd #i can feel that im sad but i refuse to let myself feel it properly so toxic cycle of not caring abt how i feel and feeling worse: initiate !#im gonna stop playing tomb raider its not really cheering me up or taking my #mind off anything #maybe mhw will make me happier.. though i really doubt it #kinda wanna die but like not enough to do smth abt it lmfao #i mean thats a lie #i would but #i also id get my ass beat by my #mom so like whats the point #really tired #of feeling things #and experiencing emotions #but also why soes feeling numb suck too #haha #wish i could express myself without wanting to die mfmfkdkkss lmao #anyway #im gonna go play mhw #and just hide from everyone #ik i said id make gifs but idrc anymore #im tired #i dont have the energy or care anymore #so whatever

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strawbearisamu · 3 years

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DURAIN ADVENTURESSSSSSS THATS SO CUTE AAAAA

omg side note: what’s ur opinion on durian infused desserts 🤔🤔🤔 and what do u think samu would think of them 👀 doth thou haveth a ranking, m’lady🧎🏻‍♀️🤲🏼?

RIGHTTTT OMGGG CASS DO U LIKE DURIAN. ok i love some and hate some 😭😭 like durian hard candies and sticky sweets. yeah that’s gross i’m sorry. like that’s not what durian’s supposed to taste like 😭

!!! i feel like samu would enjoy durian bingsu, durian mochi ice cream and those durian pancakes (not like those western pancakes though like the asian ones HHAA) basically all my favs LMAOO 💗💗🥴

#💌 sol gets mail ೃ⁀➷#from : cass a goddess <33 #that transition to old english HSHHS 🥴#omg m’lady stop i’m blushing

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sprouht-studies · 5 years

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hi sprouht!!!! i’m one of ur followers that’s taking As rn... if ure not too busy in army i hope u’ll ans this!! last yr when u took As how did u expect ur grades to be like? was it v diff from the actual grades? cos i finished gp math and 1/2 of chem & tbh the feeling ain’t Great :/ but i was doing ok in prelims so this feeling legit sucks... this def isn’t how i expected As to go! :( also does the bell curve rly work? i counted ~60% for math, isit still possible to get A?

hello!! thank you for reaching out to me hehe <3 to be entirely frank, the only thing i was (kinda) confident in scoring well was math, & i was crossing my fingers for chemistry HAHA it was a very unsettling period for me, since there were components of the examination papers that had not been tested before in the previous years' papers (eg!!! bio 2019 a levels.... HAHA) its absolutely daunting, but thats alright, because you wont be the only one in this predicament! i think that the most important thing that you should do is stick by what you know, & not overthink too much!!! its ok to not feel great i think, but dont dwell on it too much!! perhaps i was on a High™ during the a levels period, because i had other personal issues & wasnt super affected by the a levels HAHA but one thing that i did was to tell myself that there wasnt anything that i could do to change what was written on the submitted papers- instead, i should focus on the upcoming papers!!! i chose not to focus on what has passed, but forged on with my revision for the remainder of the examination, keeping in mind the mistakes that i had made in the previous papers.

as much as the big a's seems to be just an examination, i think its much more than that. & i dont think that theres no definite/comprehensive way to completely ready yourself, but hard (& smart!) work pays off!!! i definitely fared well for a levels (hahhdkejr kinda scared to share this but i managed to get 88.75 rp for a levels, which is a huge jump from prelims hehe) through consistent effort and breaks!! theres nothing that i regret doing/not doing during the preparation period, and i hope you'll feel the same too <3 digressing abit but please please please try not to let your past experiences haunt you!! you'll want to have a piece of mind when a's are over so you can properly rest up and enjoy your break <3 if anything, i think its important to know that your grades dont define you in any way possible!!

ps. im so sorry but idk anything about the bell curve, and chose not to care about it because i believe(d) that the only consolation that i should get should come from all the hours i spent studying HHAA i know its kinda unorthodox (i think) to think this way but HAHHA dont worry about it okie!! everything will fall into place if you let it!!!

pps! keep your head up & dont lose faith!! lets get this bread!!!

also!! if you need any help, or just someone to talk to, my dms/inbox are always open!!!! <3

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doki-mocha · 6 years

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*lies down* i can’t apply. i wasted too much time in the engineering major i dont have enough time to catch up for the illustration major. i have to do engineering *sobs* like i spent the last hour setting up application and readying myself for transcripts and portfolio shit. so excited so excited. but i checked the transfer classes and boy do i got some classes i need to take. and my parents dont even want to me to go to s=this school so of course they wont let me apply to more art classes.

i guess i should jusut make them happy an d go into engineering sinc eim already halfway there. (also im not cry typing im wear ing a splint because using the comp hurts righty jdhhdakdhsk) ive already wasted all my time doing enginerring lets just waste the rest. no w i just gotta figure out what kind of engineering or computer techy bullshit is bearable...bareable...bearbowl...i can do for the rest of my life.

its just...let me rant for a bit

so junior year i decided hell yeah im gonna go into animation and go to art school and be an artist. im in senior year, my parents tell me engineering is the place for you. you’re good at math! and im like sure! i cann do engineering and di art as a minor. i can bare it

cut to now after four years of thinking about it.

nope cant bare it

MY BRAIN is not meant for this. i dont have the stamina or the will to keep going. i can do the math but i dont care enough abuout the subject to do my best. i have the memory of a fish. i remember shit from physics chemistry and math. you can jog my memory on equations but i f you ask me about idk something history or subjective i’ll blank.

i am a right brainer. i like writing, drawing, making scripts, and scenes. i like creating and i can go on forever (if my body lets me christ)

back to my stamina

i cry all the time and my hair is falling out because of how much i hate what im doing. im strressed and want to die?? but im meant for it right? engineering is where im meantt o be? my parents say it, their friends say it, my family back home says it, the teachers say it. so its meant to be right? 4 years.

4 years. caught up between pleasing everyone and trying to do what i want on the side. but guess what has taken the backseat. oh yeah. my schoolwork.

idk whats up with my brain and why im so fixated on drawing. i put my health at risk to draw. im addicted? just going on with this addiction is bad, but makiing myself suffer through e n gin eering is bad too? so what do i do?

also idk what even engineering or it or tech shit im supposed to even go into. im not interested in this shit and its getting harder to pretend. my dad is disappointed in me and embarrassed of me. he has nothing to be proud of hes got nothing to brag at his friends about.

like sometiems i feel the only way to express how i really feel about this is kill myself

but i havent yet because i still want to draw

DRAWING IS WHAT STOPS ME FROM KILLING MYSELF

addicted? i know right. but its so hard to get waht i want. addicted little gremlin trying to be ambidextrous so i can draw more

the fuck is wrong with me? something in my head? gosh i want to kill myswelf there is no proper answr. now good ending. no solution.

the only soltuion i can think of is just go to therapy so this lady can stop me from killing myself every week for the rest of my life because i hate my life and my job. thats how the future looks

fuckin bleak

just

b l e a k

im a pessimist with low self esteem and has been wanting to die since i was 11? i had no reason to be like atht at 11 but now i have a reason but im too much of a pansy to do it. bleak bleak bleak

i shouldnt feel like this becaus e i am better off. my family can afford my college and i dont have to work. but i have to repay them by going to college and working in something they want from me.

am i sheltered or imprisoned

my brothers were able to run away by joining the us forces. theyre urging me to do the same/ hhaa nooo????

gosh i rant about the same things every week but i gotta because ITS STILL THERE NOT GETTING FIXED

I WAS TRYING TO FIX IT BY APPLYING TO ART COLLEGE BUT I CANT BECAUSE OF THE YEARS I WASTED DOING WHAT MY PARENTS WANT I CANT DO WHAT I WANT ANYMORE BECAUSE IM OUT OF TIME

WOULD DAD BE PROUD IF I FOLLOWED MY DREAMS AND BECAME FAMOUS AND HAPPY OR SOMETHING

OR WOULD HE BE HAPPY THAT IM MISERABLE AND MAKING MONEY ADN THEN KILLING MYSELG???

or would he be happy i followed my dreams, failed, have no job, and killed myself.

there are either 20 bad ends or 1 god tier out of reach in your dreams good end.

WHO KNOWS

AT LEAST ID BE HAPPY WALKING DOWN A FIELD OF FLOWERS AND THEM OFF A CLIFF THAN WALKING THROUGH COALS AND FLAMES OFF A CLIFF.

id die with some moments and memories of being happy.

right now? the only good memory i have is goin g to youmacon just recently

why?

because i have short term mmeory and i hate being alive

i wish i can remember good things dammit

why is my brain like this

why was raised like this

why am i just like this

everybody and myself is to blame for this. all the good and the bad i cant remember. all of that made me the mess i am.

i cant change the past and i cant change the future because of all this shit holding me back. everything is holding me back

in cluding myself

i just wan tot enjoy myself again

maybe it will happen int he future

but right now

everything is justbleak

#rant #i want to eat a tray of brownies and draw a comic #words

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kitherondxle · 7 years

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Ramble

tagged by @catarinalosss THANK UUU

1. Favourite Harry Potter book? (If you’ve read them)

goblet of fire…. dragons and magic games? yes please

2. First book that you ever read that got you into reading?

probably harry potter series

3. Favourite platonic relationship?

so many, will and jem are one of my favs i suppose but i love friendships more than otps most of the time

4. Absolute favourite series of all time?

thats hard.. but prob the infernal devices and seven realms

5. Do you take notes in the margins of your book? Do you dog-ear your pages or use a bookmark?

i read ebooks so i highlight and write a lot of notes

6. If you had to choose one book to carry around with you for the rest of your life and not read anything else, which book would it be?

ooooo HARDDDD i wont choose a series so the little prince :”)

7. Best Book-to-Movie adaption you’ve ever seen?

uhhh harry potter movies i guess also i love game of thrones (not a movie tho hhaa)

8. Favourite character of all time?

will herondale (kit is a new super fav tho.. ty too.. i love so many)

9. Best book cover you’ve seen?

rainbow rowel covers are so cute also shades of magic series… beautiful

10. EBook, hardcover or paperback?

ebook.. cheaper and i can carry around as many books as i want

I’ll tag: @tiberiusblacktorn @matsinko @alexanderimfine @sobabooks @julianspancakes @lynchronann @eclinu @cecilyherondales sorry if uve already been tagged and ofc as always you dont have to do this if u dont want to!!

my questions:

1. Favorite book otp?

2. Favorite villain?

3. Popular book you hate?

4. Book/series you wish would get an adaptation?

5. A book/series you always recommend people?

6. Favorite sidekick?

7. A favorite book otp that never happened?

8. Book with a favorite plotwist?

9. Favorite tropes?

10. Least favorite tropes?

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the-rxven-king · 7 years

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78, 80

78. What are you hoping for from DA4?

tbh im not… expecting much at all. i havent really been thinking about it much, even though i get excited at all the hints for it i havent had too much to think about. i mean im expecting it to be in tevinter, but then again arent we all? but as for hopes i dont have many

the only thing i guess im really hoping for is the inquisitor to come back because??? bioware fucked up. real bad. in trying to ‘wrap up the inquisitor’. like its not that i want him (im going to use he/him pronouns only because my inquisitor identifies as such) to come back hes been through enough already, but his story is just not complete at all. its just not. its unfinished and there needs to at least be a wrap up for the inquisitor’s story thats GOOD and MAKES SENSE…

80. Favorite fanmix?

hhaa… ha ha i dont listen to fanmixes

never have for anything ever

#ooc post #idk why i dont listen to fanmixes #saiikavon #i just... dont #i have no interest in them for some odd reason #i guess its because im very picky about my music idk

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specialmiu · 7 years

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Kurz und knapp, denn ich bin müde und schlapp

-Ins Gym zu gehen, wenn der Körper müde ist: nönö. Und ich freu mich, dass ich mir das erlaube und meinem Sadistischen Ego widersetze. Self-Love!

- Pommes sind lecker! Vor allem mit Knoblauch und Kräutern!

-Ich habe diese superBio-Spiegelei genossen!! Ich als Veganerin, gebe es zu. Noch mehr Authenthizität, Ich hatte Lust,mein Körper schrie “Ja” und mein Motto “do it out of Joy and if it brings joy” halte ich auf neuem Level am Leben.

- Andreja, Ihre Kunst... Ich liebe es, wie und dass sie malt... Formen... doodlen... unsere Entdeckung dass ihr Werk ein Gesicht hat... und dann aus einer weiteren Perspektive sogar wie ein Schmetterling aussah... und alles im Anfang als Blume gedacht war. <3

-Kaffee in Haus 8 mit so super Mädels. So tolle Gespräche!

- Jonas Begrüßung! Gold Wert! Was für ein Strahlen! Was ein Herz!

- Thekla! Oh Thank you so much my Precious You. Und Radeln mit Dir würd ich gern zur Tradition werden lassen.

- Nieselregen

- Ich , wie ich sage “Gott sagte zu mir “ich komme fast trocken an.” und ich würde sagen, das stimmte.

- Pupsen im Auto, während die Heizung an ist xDDDD

- Schockriiii

- Mein Spontanentschluss Andrea zu ihrer nächsten Bleibe zu fahren, damit sie nicht so viel Gepäck tragen muss. Die Entscheidung hat sich so gut angefühlt. Stopp, verbesserung: fühlt sich gut an. Andrea, wie sie sagt: “Thats all coming back to you. Your friends did make that party for you cause you are doing all these good things and thats Life, it always brings you back the good.” und das war genau, was mein Freund mir gestern auch gesagt hat. Ich war so berührt.

-Keine Sekunde später, entdecke ich das Knäulchen über zehn euro an meiner Scheibe... wo zur Hölle, in Freiburg darf ich eigentlcih noch mit meinem Anwohnerausweis parken?? xD Great exercise to reamain peaceful and believing. Das Gute kommt zurück. Auch ein Knäulchen ist kein Zeichen für Schlechtes, sondern ein Vertrauenszuspruch in dich selbst! :) (hrhrhr yay, ich wiederhole das innerlich)

- Julian und ich gehen evtl Samstag kurz frühstücken.

-Trojans hammer hottes Foto!! alter mach ich gute Fotos!! Ich will noch mehr machen!! und noch professioneller!! Dude,you got so much in you to show! I love this guy!

- Nach einer woche wieder in mein Zimmer zu kommen und dieses “hhaa-Gefühl” von Zu Hause und neuer Verzückung, wie sehr man doch alles mag und schön aussieht.

- Basteln mit den Kiddos. Jan so super geschickt!

- Ich , selbstbewusst. Mir gezeigt, was ich kann im Umgang mit den Kids und Jugendlichen. Bin Stolz auf mich.

-Gespräch mit Nadine. Licht schicken, wo Mauern und Stempel herrschen. Kraft geben. Freundschaft spüren.

-Inspiration auf Youtube :) Hab ich genossen! Plus Rätselspiele. Malen!

-Fahrradfahren tut sooo gut!!!!

- Meine Intention ein Loslassritual zu machen. Mit Räucherstäbchen und allem drum und dran. Mein Enerkennen meiner Trauer, Wut und Schmerz. Mein gespräche mit Kerstin. “Du schaffst das. Es ist niciht mehr viel.” - Ich weiß. Ich glaub auch an mich. Tränen . Liebe. Was ich nicht ändern kann, kann ich lieben. Nur die Liebe trägt. Ich trage.

- Dieses Gefühl meiner Seele, Andrea , die Berührung nur von Auserwählten, die Klarheit und Lebendigkeit von mir selbst. Der Einklang mit meinem neuen Ich. Die Klarheit, Stärke und Unantastbarkeit. Zahndy. Welch ein Symbol, welch Identität!

-Meine Intention, ganz in Licht aufzugehen. Loving. Life.

I AM Zahndy. I AM.

Ich segne Dich, wo auch immer Du bist. Denn ich möchte, dass du das weißt.

#Tagebuch #Dankbarkeit #Reflektion #Spiritualität #Leben #Liebe #Affirmationen #Einheit #Oneness #Zahndy #Freundschaft #Transformation #Gedanken #Geschichten #Aufzeichnungen #Positivität #GuteNacht

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