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coffee-in-that-nebula · 6 months
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The one with the whales being my comfort movie with old married Spirk being the real OTP
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karlaicon · 1 month
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autosadist · 4 months
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hank hill type gas station clerk with womans lipstick mark and name tattooed on his neck very patiently helping young, nervous child who has seemingly been sent in to perform its first solo gas purchase by its parents. he walks around to the card reader and stands next to the child, gently leading it through the process of paying with a card, never rushing. "bria," his neck says
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theuniversalscat · 7 months
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Holy expletive! You know what I just realized about myself?! As much as I discuss being “all inclusive” in my life, I’m really not! Here’s why: I will no longer accept half assed behavior in any way, shape or form. I just won’t do it. And that means, that I am not “all inclusive” in the broader, general sense of the term, meaning energetically, and not pertaining to the color, culture, race, gender, or orientation of a person, because we, as humans, are much more than that. We are what we choose and believe ourselves to be.
I was more, “all inclusive” when I accepted people treating me poorly, ripping on me to my face and laughing it off like it didn’t bother me, gossiping about me, any form of slander, blowing me off, making things up that aren’t true about me, ghosting me (just learned that term a few years back, and was totally flummoxed when people did it to me…) like the first time I was stiffed while waiting tables. I was crawling on my hands and knees on the ground no joke, looking for my tip. What did I do wrong?!
Answer? Not one G.D. thing, that’s what. Sometimes you are going to run into people who are in a different vibrational state than you are. And when that happens, usually the givers are left feeling confused, bewildered and hurt. Sometimes there’s a good reason for the behavior, but most of the time you may never know why things work out the way they do. So I have learned, at 49, to be able to accept the behavior that doesn’t jive with my flow. So I take the hint, and move forward past it more quickly, and without as much mental investment.
I’m only writing about this now, because I literally had no idea how much this specific belief has been negatively affecting my life. I was accepting all kinds of whack energy that people would give me that wasn’t my own. And it certainly didn’t measure up to what I now know I deserve.
So, I discovered being more selective with the energy I surround myself with, which also includes the very loud and sometimes obnoxious “self loathing talk” that goes on in my head when I’m not concentrating or full conscious of it, is imperative to my mental health. And to my soul, which is pure, and deserves the best of support, backing, and care.
And sorry base level energy, but the bouncer at the door of my extremely high end and exclusive VIP room is ready to bounce you straight into the past where you deserve to be.
It doesn’t mean I have discount, minimalise, or shut out good intentions if they don’t match or aren’t the way I believe, think, or do things. I will recognize love in all forms and still appreciate it. It just means that I will make my way through the rest of my life including me, and not leaving me out of the VIP status.
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1980vibes · 1 year
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zyrolust · 2 years
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She's expecting the person I'm not.
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gahalawrites · 2 years
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Oh, to be this lucky 🌙
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lucdoodle · 2 months
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thought that one Alastor scene would look cool in comic lettering, so i drew this
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phantom-of-the-501st · 8 months
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Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other
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That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay
This is the proof that they love each other
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Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed
It always existed
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greykolla-art · 2 months
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My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚
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jewfrogs · 1 year
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i can’t decide if this is the single coolest girl in the world for making danger her middle name or the silliest for not seeing the raw power of “millipede danger” which is the greatest name i have ever heard
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karlaicon · 1 month
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airinn · 3 months
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cat girl save me.. cat girl.... save me cat girl (she would not)
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theuniversalscat · 9 months
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(For those of you uncomfortable with how I choose to process my feelings in this public forum, stop reading now. This isn’t over sharing, it’s extreme honesty, which is tough for some people to palate. If you have an aversion to my honesty, go and do something else, preferably constructive. Thank you, kindly. 💖)
So this morning, like most mornings, I awoke with anxiety. It’s as if my brain goes through the dusty files of my past, collects all the data of why I am disliked by people, and proceeds to give me a very thorough review of all of the examples of what happened. It’s very concise, and it’s like I wake up in the middle of this presentation. And I can’t stop it until I’m fully awake, no matter how much I try to stop the train of thought, speeding down the track without brakes at 450 mph. Yes, I get it. Don’t try to befriend anyone anymore. It will only lead to rejection. And I have a raging headache, and a powerful urge to create change from within, but it’s too far gone to stop it. And I have so many different examples from my past experiences that it’s impossible to stop the current energy of rejection that the train is conjuring up. It makes a lot of great points…
Some may say, “this a disturbed woman yelling at herself. The next breakfast she has should be in a sanitarium…” right. Well, here’s the thing, I am savvy enough to recognize my thoughts and address the real issues before I start making detrimental, unhealthy decisions to do detrimental, unhealthy things to myself to mask my feelings. (This is strictly for the people who ignored my initial instruction to stop reading if they weren’t into my energy. 🤷‍♀️😆)
So self talk (like the example above) continues, unrelentingly, until I see my dogs. They show up first to wake me out of my conscious potential train wreck. They pull me straight out of it into the current moment. I am almost 49 years old. I have a nice bed I just woke up in, a fantastic son who is waiting for me to make him breakfast, and my life is all in all, good, with the exception of these incessant patterns of constant thought of my non acceptance.
So why? Good question. I haven’t been able to pin point what part of me feels the need to review all of these past hurts. All in all, it’s like it’s trying to diminish my value by reminding me that I’m not in touch with most people from my past anymore. Honestly, all it does is exhaust me before I get a chance to start over in a better, more positive vibration in this brand new day.
So that’s why I’m writing about it. To call it out to the internet, and consequently call it out to the universe through my attention to it. I am done reviewing the rejection of the past. I do not want to think about any of those experiences anymore. What I do want, is to experience peace and harmony, then subsequent happiness, however it comes. I am open to it. Today is a new day, and I deserve to experience it in the moment with the people around me in my 3d experience, fully. That means, I don’t want to be reminded of the people from the past who have chosen to not join me, here.
I love my life, but the drag of these thoughts are really getting me stuck in the quicksand of the sadness of the past, and not the good stuff, and there was plenty of that too. So to this part of me that likes to torture me when I just wake up when I’m in my most vulnerable state with examples of why I’m not worthy of love, thanks, but no. So don’t bother bringing it to me anymore. I’m choosing to focus on love.
My definition of “the universe”:
Universe=God=Love
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randomgirlyoudontknow · 7 months
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love is stored in the fictional couple i’ve gotten overly invested in
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alyxia-yap-blog · 4 months
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