Something I've been thinking a lot recently after becoming a lot more social and going out is like. How different people really LOOK in general. Or rather, I've always seen it but I've been noticing it more. Different body types, different faces, different features.... etc. Everyone is so different looking.
There isn't a way you could possibly gauge how "beautiful" someone is because everyone is so different, and everyone's perception and preferences are different. Someone who you could consider extremely handsome could have deep seated self image issues, and someone who looks unremarkable to you might be someone's ideal.
I feel like being online and constantly exposed to the same types of faces, especially the type of people who become popular online due to the appearance, they always have the same set of features, same set of body types. It's not inherently bad, people do gravitate towards them because there's beauty standards that certain people fit. But in general exposure to people who look all similar rots the brain. It rots your self image. It distances you from your own community as well.
It bleeds into how people handle their relationships, it brings prejudice to people just based on their appearance, and it sucks so much to actually like, fully consciously REALIZE. Everyone is worthy of love, no matter how they look like (this includes you btw!! Yeah you!!! <3) no matter what the media says. It sounds like something sooo obvious but it really is something that grows roots in your brain given the chance and is hard to pull out.
Feeling like you're in an arms race against your peers to "score" someone who you could pass for an instagram model, instead of finding someone who you truly connect with. Having to deeply justify your partners and friendships to your family as being worth it, when they don't look like celebrities on TV and just look like regular people. (This has been my personal experience for a long time, but I feel like theres probably more people who have gone through the same)
"What will other people think? What will my family think?" is something constantly on my mind whenever I make any friends, and im only recently realizing that it really does not matter what they do think what matters is one's own happiness.
Not sure where I am going with this post I just wanted to write it out for a few days now and I finally did it <3 have a swag day
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This scene from s2 is so so underrated and so so IMPORTANT to me. Like, we see Jo, who wants to hunt to be close to her father, grew up adjacent to the life, but has other options and a way out. She has zero experience and goes into a hunt with all this theoretical knowledge, feeling confident in her research and her knowledge of how to hunt spirits.
And in this scene, reality really sets in for her and we get to see it. The hunting life she imagined, not perfect but romanticized in its violence and dusty backroads and gross motels, is destroyed and replaced by the grim truth that it is grotesque and horrifying and deadly in a very real way.
She ends up still wanting to hunt afterwards, but it changes her. She finally sees that hunting is an awful, terrifying, excruciatingly painful way to live. I feel like we really lose this throughout the show. By like s12 hunting is sort of portrayed as this cool club that Claire and Alex and Patience and Jody and Donna choose to join as a family and it just feels...wrong. It feels like the writers completely missed the part where hunting is something you're either born into or forced into, and not something you choose to do if you have literally any other choice.
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Every day I read about the news in the Middle East and across the globe and I honestly can't imagine what the world will be like in 100 years. I hope it looks very different.
Just gotta do our time on this planet to make our individual corners of the world a little better, and encourage the people around us to be better, and hope that's enough.
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other life things: so shocker, i actually havent been doing well this entire month of november. it's rather bad (intersection of unfortunate personal life occurrences + my bipolar throwing me into Quite the depressive episode + those two things happening at the same time = jesus fucking christ) but on the bright side ive been reading a bunch of shoujo manga which has been good for my heart and on the cathartic side im going to a rage room soon which will be good (hopefully) for my brain. rage room, yknow, a place i can smash and destroy shit. im hoping that that helps dispel uhhhhhh roughly 24 years of pent up anger that has never had an outlet. related to that, i made a short playlist full of my fave screaming music (many of them cliche, sorry not sorry for liking linkin park JSKJFH) to play during my session there so i can yell at whatever poor appliance im gonna smash with metal pipe
i might take luke plush with me to take a before and after picture of the aforementioned poor appliance
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