#lonely child

[bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing]

I was thinking about W. i. t. c. h lately and i wanted to draw my ocs as guardians...

My persona of course i as an element i choose:Quintessence... Also, it change my hair color and feather in guardian form...

Background version:

Simple version:

My ocs as W. i. t. c. h:

Layla: Fire

Megan the Water melon: Water

Air:Lonely child

Earth: Milky way

#my ocs #layla #milky way #red the future teller #lonely child #luna the moon demon #megan the Watermelon

[saeraas]

fire emblem engage fell xenologue dlc literally added fire emblem goro akechi???

#fire emblem engage #fe17 #fell xenologue spoilers #he pretended to play a character #lonely child #got manipulated by his father to do horrible things #loves sweets #tries to kill us #is a boss character #sad backstory and redeemish? still an asshole #calls us stupid for readily accepting him after he was just trying to kill us #all they were missing was robbie daymond but y. chang did an amazing job #and he (fe character) lives lol #im sorry someone said fe dragon akechi and i went 'holy shit he is' #goro akechi #oh yeah he also wanted to be valued like damn who did intsys hire from the persona writing team /j #oh yeah (again) massive body count #kinda an understatement for rafal lol

[cantcatchmeee]

#nba youngboy #youngboy never broke again #lonely child #lyrics #quote #txt #text #apple music #spotify #soundcloud #explore #aesthetic #archive #inspo #music #hip hop #rap

[goodnightnobodyspecial]

“I was a sensitive child with eccentric parents who didn’t fit in. I didn’t even fit in with my family a lot of the time. It was like I was a changeling or an alien they were forced to live with. I felt like an outsider for most of my life, and it always felt precarious, unsafe, being who I was. For this reason, I think I identify with deer… despite their beauty and grace, they are not protected or valued (at least not where I live), and their vulnerability and innocence resonates with something deep within me.”

- Christina Bothwell, Colossal (2022)

#deer art #2 headed deer #reincarnation #spirit #art #christina bothwell #lonely child

[eldritch-queern-magicat]

So the thing of us splitting so easily under any amount of stress. It makes getting into new media as we find it a lot trickier than it should be. Because we always go for the nearest relatable characters, and inevitably those surrounding them, it makes us anxious. There's also the problem of what happens when continuing to engage in that media while it's ongoing. Because of the introjects we get from them, it can become hard to engage with their sources due to any number of reasons. The biggest of all is because of how I treated many of my parts as my only real friends at times, because of my loneliness. So they still feel like real people, even though they're fictional.

We're having problems with keeping up with our favorite webcomics because of this kind of logic. We split in clusters, so very often, we get parts on at least two opposing sides of a conflict. And since we're trying to get along with each other, it's a complete mess.

I might as well weigh in, since my own source is one we're having this problem with. I think we need to bring this up in therapy because all it does is add more stress. Which we've been trying to reduce slowly but surely.

-Bell 🥭😺

#dissociative identity disorder #did #polyfrag did #polyfragmented #polyfrag system #did system #did splitting #dissociation #alters #introjects #introject #fictrojects #fictives #fictive #system relationships #stress #anxiety #anxiety problems #therapy #lonely child #rural life #extremely rural #isolation #personal shit

[nolongerangels]

How could you?

How could you pretend you're on my side

Pretend to see me and just go back and burn me more

You made me think I wasn't alone anymore

I spent all my life alone and you made me think there was hope

I've never felt more alone than I feel right now

Because of you

The person who should love me the most

Thank you for showing me I should never trust you again

Thank you for showing me that I will for ever be alone

I have to make peace with that at some point

But today

Today I'm just sad

#ptsd #trauma #actually traumatized #tw #childhood trauma #poem #female writers #writing #alone #lonely #lonely child #trust #how could you #sad #angry #because of you

[solntzesolntze]

it is slightly blurry my scanner at home is weird. but anyways! another one!

#my art #handmade comic #vent art #trauma art #lonely child #lonely adult

[overthinkingbelle]

LES MIS RANTS #16 (THE STAGED CONCERT 2019 EDITION)

-"(Cosette), you're such a lonely child."

Yeah, that line hit me a lot. I'm just a lonely person, friendless and no one loves me except for my family. 😢

#west end #les miserables #musical #alfie boe #in my life #the staged concert 2019 #cosette #lonely child

[testormblog]

The Odd Child Out

At Christmas lunch in 1948, Dad announced I’d be starting school in January.  Being a solitary child, I knew nothing about school.  Mother was smiling and enthusiastic about this.  Instantly, I was wary.  Whilst I heard I’d escape her clutches for five days each week, I was dubious of what this change would mean to my life.

I was five and a half years old and barefoot.  My single pair of shoes were worn for good occasions only.  Mother and I began the long walk, well over a mile, to the tiny one teacher school at Waterford.  She came along to enrol me.  Fortuitously, a farmer stopped on route in his old Model T Ford car and gave us a ride.  His son, Ron, was starting school too.  Ron and I would become friends despite his privileged background and my underprivileged one.  Still, barriers would exist between us.  He’d play with the other privileged kids in the school yard.  He’d also join the Argonauts Club, an organisation sponsored by ABC Radio to cultivate tomorrow’s leaders.  My parents didn’t support such activities.

The school teacher judged Ron and I to be misfits from day one; us being from Lutheran families (me erstwhile in church attendance as well as scruffy in appearance) and him Catholic.  Ron and I learnt our year included another eight children, with one the school teacher’s daughter.  Us three would become fierce academic competitors over the next nine years, occupying the top three positions interchangeably.  Eventually, Ron and I would realise the teacher’s daughter wasn’t as smart as either of us and suspect the marking pen slipping in her favour.  One day, she’d overhear our mumbled suspicion and report us to her father.  He’d bring us in front of everybody and verbally reprimand us in a most intimidating manner.

Despite my escape from home, I didn’t enjoy school much to begin with.  I had to sit quietly and write lines upon lines on a slate, a type of small blackboard, with a slate pencil to practise my writing.  Numbers I knew already.  Before school, I was my own master.  Now, I was a slave to the teacher’s whims.  Even as a young boy, I grasped the teacher had an overinflated opinion of himself.  Most of the time, he set tasks to occupy us younger children whilst he taught the older ones.  I became bored easily.  I fumbled with the ugly brown plasticine, formed from its amalgamated colours, he dumped on my desk.  It failed to stimulate my imagination.  Despite my tender age, I had seen enough faecal looking material.  Thus, I eavesdropped on his lessons.  The facts I learnt would give me good grades in subsequent years.

One afternoon, the teacher was teaching the older children about the British Commonwealth in their Social Studies lesson.  He asked them to name Kenya’s capital.  There was silence and blank stares.  I grew impatient waiting for somebody to answer; so, piped up with ‘Nairobi’, the correct answer, in my tiny voice.  Nobody, not even the teacher, was impressed with me except Ron.  He put a perfectly formed plasticine horse turd on my desk; his message being ‘What horse shit!’.  Nonetheless, I proved those older children were ignoramuses.  I hated being the blunt of their jokes and torments.

My family’s poverty singled me out.  The other children came from richer, farming families.  They had proper school backpacks not a satchel with a handle as Mother had given me.  I was teased incessantly by the older boys about my lady’s handbag.  The other children wore shoes!  They rode bikes or horses to school.  I walked or ran.  Initially, I and my bare feet didn’t like the walk to school.  The gravel roads had sharp stones.  The paddocks, my other alternative, were infested with prickles and occupied by temperamental cattle; some being wild bulls.  Consequently, I found deviations and began exploring the surrounding scrub.

I hadn’t been taught how to make friends with other children and to play together.  Neither was I a child, other children sought to be friends with and were probably discouraged against.  I didn’t belong to a god fearing, church going family.  My parents had few friends, hardly any of substance.  Mother wasn’t well liked.  Dad drank with drunkards, jailbirds and wife bashers.  I never understood why Dad was friendly with these violent men; particularly those who beat their wives when he didn’t.

I was also an abused child with no self worth.  Mother continued her bullying behaviour although I couldn’t connect her punishments to any serious mischief by me.  Perhaps I was overly inquisitive.  She said I was a bad child and threatened I’d be sent to Westbrook Home for wayward boys or to a convent for ‘straightening out’.  By whom, I never knew.  Neither could I fathom being sent to a convent when I was a Protestant child.  Her favourite taunt was I’d grow up to be a jailbird like Dad’s mates.  I hated these threats the most.

Bullies surrounded me at school too.  The older lads liked to ‘toughen up’ the little boys.  The teacher’s son, a senior, was their leader.  In the afternoons, these lads ganged up near the school ready for their prey.  I was an easy target.  They tripped me and boxed my ears.  I came home with my shins and hands bloodied.  For once, Mother took my side and was angry.  Though, she made me report the skirmish instead of herself.  Fortunately, the teacher believed me and caned the perpetrators including his son.

As I grew bigger; I learnt to fight.  My father could fight.  Nevertheless, I only fought to protect myself.  I didn’t want to be like the bullies or grow up to be like their older vicious versions.  I recognised that being cunning and tactical was a better way to dodge confrontation. Mostly, I kept to myself to avoid trouble and became self reliant, maturing faster mentally than my peers.  This made me a lonely child.

#the odd child out #bullying #solidary child #starting school #barefoot child #teacher's slave #lonely child #brown plasticine

[bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing]

Ok, so i tried to make a color palettes so i can draw some drawings with those colors...

My Tumblr needs a little bit of color, also i draw on my father phone and it's glass is a bit more thicker than i am used to so i have a little problem with it...but i am trying my best!

Thank you for the patience amd the support!💕😭

The palettes are 1,...,6 and A...F, yes only 6 colors...

I will draw some of my ocs using only colors from the palettes.

And you all can use it if you want to for free...I doubt that it is interesting,eh...🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Layla: 2

Diamond: 6

Milky way: E

Lonely child:B

Aquaria the water lady:D

#my ocs #layla #diamond #lonely child #milky way #aquaria the water lady

[men-eku-sdirt]

Три милашки, сегодня вновь пошла гулять было не по себе, надеюсь это скоро закончится,кто вы?

#Spotify #cat #love #lonely child #warmth #care

[maddymoreau]

Thinking about how Diavolo’s feelings transcend time and how in the Nightbringer UR+ card Demon Lord’s Castle Tour this conversation happens.

When asked, “Do you wish to see your father?”

Diavolo responds:

“I suppose I do . . .” isn’t the typical reaction to how a child would feel about wanting to see their parent. Especially when said parent has essentially been in a coma for a year.

Along with how Diavolo describe his father.

It makes more sense why when you learn in Lesson 56 how Diavolo was treated by him growing up.

Diavolo can tell when others are lying but is unable to understand his father’s intentions.

Diavolo mentions that he lived a very sheltered life growing up. That from a young age his father never allowed him a chance to talk to anyone outside the castle.

His childhood friend was Mephistopheles. A demon literally RAISED to be his friend. Putting a barrier between the two because Mephistopheles would put Diavolo on a pedestal.

The isolating childhood he experienced riddled with his strict father constantly scolding him.

Despite everything MC is so important to him he wants to see his father again so we can meet.

#Demons and Humans can’t get married even in the present so it adds an extra layer him wanting to introduce us. #There’s a lot more you could add onto this (please do I’d love to hear other’s thoughts). #Like how Diavolo’s childhood affected him just look at the way he describes himself: #“The truth is I am a child in a way. A child who spends his time alone and never gets to do anything interesting.” #A lot of Diavolo’s poor behavior while not excused comes from his childhood. #How Diavolo admits to using his position to force others to do what he wants. Along with how he doesn’t like sharing. #Diavolo’s insecurities in his friendships with others. #Mainly Lucifer and Barbatos which makes sense with how they happened. #IE Forcing Barbatos to become his butler and the oath/deal with Lucifer regarding Lilith. #It’s clear Diavolo is very lonely and carrying a heavy burden. #I like that MCs presence is helping him change into a better person. #Also I don’t think Diavolo hates his father their relationship just isn’t good and very complicated. #Diavolo is such a wonderful character if you have any in-depth posts about him please tag me I’d love to read them!!! #I AM FILLED WITH SAPPY THOUGHTS ABOUT DIAVOLO TONIGHT!!!! #Obey Me #Obey Me Spoiler #Obey Me Nightbringer #OMSWD #Obey Me Diavolo #Diavolo #MaddyMajolish #Is it obvious I can’t sleep because I’m riddled with Blorbo thoughts

[imast4rgirl]

having a personal diary on a semi-dead online platform seems more alluring than a physical diary so. here i am.

#girlblogger #18 #the feminine urge #femcel #diary #messy layouts #lonely child #walking red flag

[topnotchquark]

Nico saying that Lewis gives his daughters boxes of presents every Christmas just got caught in my mind.

Imagine you were a mixed race boy born in Hertfordshire, different from everyone else around you. Bullied in school, being raised by your father to compete in a sport where money is very much of essence and you and your family do not have a lot of it. And then you meet this other boy who comes from the kind of life you dream to live one day. You're friends and fierce competitors. You find solace in each other. You visit Monaco for the first time with your friend, dreaming up the life you will have when you make it, when you beat out of the mould that the world thought it could capture you in.

And then you two grow through the ranks and you're at the pinnacle of your sport and you have what it takes to win and the world recognises that you can win. And you win. You win with your friend and fiercest competitor by your side fighting with you for those wins, and this fighting ruins something something that was valuable to both of you when you were still innocent and unsullied by life.

But despite everything that went into the doing and undoing of this relationship, you still realise that this person you once called a friend has a life and family beyond your bitter dynamic. He has children, and children need love and affection and good memories. And you're a better man now so you understand that. So you make sure the kids get gifts on Christmas. And you make sure of it every year. Afterall, if you met someone you loved deeply when you were both kids, wouldn't you feel a pang of nostalgia when they had kids. Wouldn't you try to extend the warmth that you couldn't find for your friend to his children. Afterall, whatever happens during childhood basically remains with you forever.

#and nico's perspective of the same is just #being bullied as a child and being profoundly lonely till you find this friend who is in many ways the yardstick for performance #and even when you go through all this rancidity and the love has almost evaporated down to bare bones politeness #you know there is something that remains deep down #and so he gets your kids Christmas gifts each year #both their childhoods were sites of pain and both of them found something with each other #and lewis honours that by being a positive presence in nico's childrens' lives #albeit from a distance #and of course we're no strangers to how much Nico loves his kids #you can bet if Lewis had kids Nico would do that same #sorry this caught in my heart a little #I knew he had been giving presents for a while and I always thought of that as very beautiful but seeing it on the tl made me remember #man #love haunts you in such peculiar ways forever #brocedes #lewis hamiton #nico rosberg #f1 #formula 1

[kthulhu42]

Getting real hard for me to care about the "male loneliness epidemic" when every time I make an even slightly feminist comment a random male will show up and crow about my future as an unloved, unwanted "crazy cat lady"

Amazing how male loneliness is an "epidemic" of serious concern, while womens loneliness is both a punishment and a punchline

#radblr #radical feminism #feminism #sexism #Also funny because I'm married and have a child #I could not be less lonely

[eldritch-queern-magicat]

Growing up, the loneliness was absolutely crushing. If I was clingy to anyone I knew at times later on, that's why. Music at least was able to fill the silence for me most of the time. I loved my cassettes and CDs and radio. Music has always been there for me. But it doesn't replace human connection. I barely know how to properly interact beyond basic being in the same place as someone else.

To be honest, everything I post even here takes a lot of effort for me not to just discard it first. I guess I just don't like looking foolish. I want to be open, but the prospect of being known is mortifying. From many people who knew me, it felt like all I got was pity. It made me feel like I was different and somehow less. I blame foster care for that.

I hate being distant. I just want somewhere I can feel welcome and safe.

-Lilu ����️😺

#lonely child #isolation #music #foster care #personal shit #ramblings #sad vent