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#embrace who you are
jsietasphd · 1 month
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feralchaton · 1 year
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Love filled, fueled, & tragically hip
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intothegreenwild · 2 years
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Living my life the fullest as possible, making it happen for myself in the most simplest ways. Love, wander and wondering 😍
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ecoearthmama · 2 years
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Having the intense irritability, there are times I find myself not being able to focus, I see a mess that was not there a moment ago. Easily put on edge feeling angry. Crying all of the time over the most smallest thing’s. Feeling as if there is no time for myself. I yell at times & don’t even realize I am doing it. When I think about it, allowing myself time to rest allows things to stack up. I am realizing that it is normal to leave a mess be yes it may feel better once its clean yet it only lasts 5 mins. There’s the sleep disruptions either by my own doing, a crying baby, a snoring dad. The chest pain, crazy amounts of hair loss, teeth grinding, jaw pains, menstrual changes, lost sex drive, dizziness. I often have flashbacks of how I was treated as a kid which I have found to be the hardest to face yet I do it anyways. I don’t want to see the look I had as a kid in my childs eyes. The pain I felt as a child no longer serves me yet leaves the biggest imprint. Remember what it felt like to be yelled at or hit. I had to learn myself what it’s like to not be defined by the past. To learn what is right from wrong, to see who I want to be like vs who I do not. To pick myself up when I got knocked down. I had to learn who was protecting me vs who was harming me. I forget at times how far I’ve truly come. How I never gave up & continue to keep going. I write this today with tears of joy. I am finally at a place in my life where I am content, I am happy, I am smiling, I am grateful for all those who have helped me along the way whether we still are aligned or not. The point is we we’re, for a reason. Life is all about the perspective YOU choose to SEE. I choose to see the best in not only myself but everyone around me, at times that bite’s me in the butt yet I have learned that boundaries are a thing.
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All these ailment’s are true to me yet do not define who I am. I know that these ailments will not last forever. There is more to me than just being a mom a friend a lover a nurturer a teacher.
All these ailments are happening due to the lack of time I chose to not put into myself. I would push it off & forget. You aren’t alone💫
I am allowed to have fun
I am allowed to use all 5 sense’s
I am allowed to place boundaries
I am allowed to feel & live through my emotions
I am allowed to be my most authentic self
I am safe
I am allowed to say no
I am allowed to do stuff I love to do
I am allowed to rest when the baby rests
I am allowed to eat the fruit’s or whatever it be
I am allowed to take my time healing
I am allowed to be me
I am not ashamed
I am worthy & deserving
I am OCD
I am Confident
I am allowed to self indulge
I am healthy
I am strong
I am willing to put in the work
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nightist-tarot · 2 years
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**Only take what resonates since this is a collective reading**
You may be someone who hides their practices and beliefs. But even though you do, people are able to sense the power you hold on a spiritual level. Tap into your power and embrace who you are. Allow your ancestors to guide you in your journey of self discovery.
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serenityreikiclinic · 7 months
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Embrace your true essence!
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ruushes · 10 months
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not dead not alive but a secret third thing
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dekariosclan · 4 months
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Imagine Gale as a talented and impressive young man, able to compose the Weave at will, skilled in a way that few can match, and favored by the Goddess of Magic herself. Imagine that because of these accomplishments, he’s caught the eye of a few up-and-coming magic adepts, and he falls in love with one of them—his first real love. Gale isn’t one to toss the ‘L’ word around lightly, so when he tells them he loves them, he means it; he gives himself over to them completely.
And in return, they love him for his potential. For his status. For the magic he can command. They love the wizard they see on the surface, but not the man underneath. They are attracted to his power, but not to him.
So of course the relationship fails, after the thrill of his magic wears off. But because Gale is a resilient young man and he’s caught the eye of so many, he soon falls in love with another.
And then it happens again. And again.
And each time Gale’s heart is ravaged, his ambition to become a better wizard grows, because he’s being shown time and time again that his magic ability is all that matters.
So much so that, by the time Mystra decides to elevate him from Favored to Chosen to Lover, he welcomes her with eager, desperate arms. Because if all his worth is in his magic, and that’s all he has to offer, and that’s all anyone wants from him, who better to love him than the Goddess of Magic herself?
Except…there’s a nagging voice in the back of his head that whispers she doesn’t really love him. There’s anxiety in his heart as time passes, and he reaches both the limit of what his talents can do and what Mystra will allow him to do. And most troubling of all: a growing panic that, just like his other lovers, she will soon grow tired of him and discard him if he can’t improve his magic any further.
He tries pouting, and pleading, and begging her to let him take more power, to let him be more for her, but she refuses. Smiles patronizingly. Tells him to be patient. But Gale can’t be patient when his power is tied so closely to his self-worth; he can’t be patient when doing so in the past has only ever lead to heartache.
So he does what he believes will be a Grand Romantic Gesture, one that will finally put him on equal footing with the woman he loves. Instead, it turns out to be a folly that dooms him and destroys his talents. And just as he’d always feared, Mystra tosses him aside the moment his magical gifts are gone—because what’s left of him holds no value for her.
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Imagine Gale in his tower, alone, afraid, the ever-hungry orb in his chest, with only his tressym there to help him. No other friends to speak of. His colleagues forced to keep away for their own safety. His magical talents utterly stripped down, so that even when he does try and distract himself with illusions, he’s bitterly reminded of what he used to be capable of. Waking every morning wondering if it will be his last, ending every day full of loneliness and disappointment.
…and then he meets Tav.
At the lowest point in his life, at his most vulnerable, when he knows he’s going to be considered a burden, he meets this stranger and their group. So he does what he can to be useful—assigning himself to be camp cook, offering up his (now meager) magic skills, turning the charm up to 11—as he desperately hopes this will somehow work out. He’s pleasantly surprised when, after providing only minor details of his condition, Tav agrees to help him. He’s even more surprised when they actually follow through.
Imagine how Gale feels as Tav treats him kindly. As he grows to trust Tav, and then grows to like them. Imagine his surprise as he opens up and shows them more and more of himself, and they don’t turn him away.
But then his condition worsens. And he has to reveal everything: the foolish mistakes he’s made, and how dangerous he is as a result. He clings to Tav’s hand as he shows them his folly. He’s at their mercy now, and he knows this might be the last time he’ll ever feel the touch of another being, if they decide—and Gods, why wouldn’t they decide?—to cast him out.
…but they don’t. They don’t. Instead, they tell him to stay.
Imagine the relief Gale feels. The gratitude. And perhaps…just a hint of something more. Something that he dare not name, but that flares to life every time he thinks of how warm their hand was in his. Something that feels dangerously close to jealousy, when he’s had too much to drink and sees Tav smiling at another…
But he knows these are all foolish thoughts, because he has nothing to offer Tav. They are wonderful just as they are, but he…he is an empty shell of a man, a discarded husk of a wizard, and while they might tolerate him, he could never believe they might actually want him.
And besides, he still thinks of Mystra. He still longs for Mystra. She who cast him out, but to whom he still feels tethered. Sometimes he needs to cocoon himself in the weave, just to try and calm his fears and bring some joy back to his life, because magic is his life. And sometimes he just needs to see her face, even though that hurts as much as it heals.
One night he’s lost in thought, having conjured Mysta’s image after settling down at camp. Thinking that even if she hadn’t ‘loved’ him—certainly not in the way he’d loved her—she’d given him enough otherwise, hadn’t she? She’d amused him and been amused by him, they’d shared countless pleasures, why hadn’t he been satisfied with that?
Gale is so lost in thought he doesn’t realize Tav has come up behind him. Until they ask a question, startling him out of his trance. He’s a bit shaken, so he tries to turn the conversation from Mystra to the weave itself. And then a wonderful idea occurs to him, something that he’d been toying with already: what if they were to conjure the weave together?
He can show Tav how important magic is to him, let them experience what he does, perhaps even impress them a bit. But most importantly, share a moment with them. As friends would do…
He’s elated when Tav agrees. He leads them through the steps effortlessly, and they’re a surprisingly good student, following his instructions correctly (if a bit clumsily). He’s as excited as they are—perhaps even more so!—when they succeed in channeling the weave.
It’s such a pleasant, familiar feeling for him, like coming home to his tower in Waterdeep. Even as the weave connects him with Tav and makes them one, he’s easily able to hide his innermost thoughts, because he’s done it so many times before.
…but he’s forgotten that Tav has not.
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Imagine Gale knowing every romantic partner he ever had only wanted him because of how he could raise their status, or how he could amuse them, or how he could command magic for them. And, each time, he was happy to oblige them, even desperate to oblige them, because if that was the price of their love, then he was sure it would be worth it.
But it still all came to nothing.
Now imagine Gale connected in an intimate way with someone he likes very, very much—while being what he considers his lowest, most worthless, and most humbled self. As far from the powerful, impressive wizard he once was as he could ever be. And suddenly a vision enters his mind from the lovely creature standing next to him. Only, to his complete and utter shock, it isn’t one where he is providing them with a service, or wowing them with his magical ability, or granting them some kind of power from one of the spells he commands.
Instead, when he sees their desire laid bare before him, it’s a vision of kissing him. Of holding his hand. The two most basic forms of affection and physical connection. The two things that he would still be able to offer them even if every last ounce of his remaining magical abilities were stripped from him. The two things he could share with them even if he was no longer Gale of Waterdeep, and just plain old Gale Dekarios instead.
Imagine the embarrassment and trepidation he feels at first, because surely he is mistaken?…and then the elation when he realizes that he is not. So much elation that his concentration is broken, the weave dissipating as he forgets about channeling it, as he forgets about Mystra. Because all that matters to him now is the image before him—the most pleasant and welcome image he’s seen in a very, very long time.
Imagine how that would feel…and how besotted, enamored and completely devoted he’d be to Tav afterwards. To know that someone finally—finally—just wants him.
Just imagine.
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unreadsstuff · 2 years
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Know your worth
You are worthy because God fearfully and wonderfully made you.
He saw you which should matter more than the world's applaud and approval.
His truth is everything.
His truth should change the way you see yourself and evetything else🌠🌠🌠
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jsietasphd · 3 months
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theseasonofnow · 2 years
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A Lucky Number
The Power of 8 We are constantly moving in our lives. From moment to moment, we function to get something accomplished, find some reward, or avoid punishment. We move continually, and as we are personally involved, we fail to see the real trick. We are moving in a constant motion of infinity. We constantly move from place to place, situation to situation, and never take a moment to see the number…
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gascreates · 2 months
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pigeon hunting :)
redraw of an old doodle now that i have a clear idea of what aang's dino form looks like. background under the cut cuz im proud of it
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intothegreenwild · 2 years
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Pink Tourmaline & Turqoois 💗💙
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happyk44 · 3 months
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percy repeating that he can be good over and over again to himself while covered in the blood after an overwhelming unleash of volatile rage that destroyed all that threatened his loved ones while grover holds his face and steadily grounds him back to reality
("i'm safe, we're safe, it's safe, just breathe")
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bevirspnsblmnt · 8 months
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a handful of kisses
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uncanny-tranny · 6 months
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Whenever people who are entrenched in diet culture talk about how terrible chemicals are, I just want to whip out this:
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#diet culture#diet culture tw#described images#image description in alt#'it's got CHEMICALS in it' and so do you! and me too! IT'S ALL CHEMICALS ALL THE WAY DOWN#instead of running from this world we must learn to embrace it#i'm not particularly angry at people who say this because it makes me think that they're incredibly invested in diet culture...#...i just don't want the whole 'food = bad' or 'bodies = bad' to go unchallenged...#...part of the reason why diet culture seems just as prevalent now (if not moreso) is partially because it isn't really...#...challenged or questioned without provocation. it's just assumed to be correct because it makes you 'feel in control'#when chemicals are bad you can control what chemicals you consume. it's individualistic and places the blame onto you for 'being good'#it places responsibility onto the person in such a way that it becomes impossible to fulfill#it isn't that i'm upset that people want to treat their bodies in a way they think is responsible...#...moreso that the *way* they go about it ensures that they're stuck in a cycle of self-blame and even self-hatred#because the METHOD is ineffective. not the desire to treat your body well#also the state of ohio looks stupid and i do Not respect it#it looks like a ball that is simultaneously deflated and over-inflated#also their state flag looks silly to me#it looks like the person who was making it fell asleep making it#i'm just clowning on ohio at this point. have never been to ohio but. are you guys okay
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