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"What my eyes cannot see, my heart feels."
—  Juan Francisco Palencia.
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placeforus · 1 year
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I just want someone to give me a hug so tight that all my pieces will fit back together again
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strawberry-peach · 4 months
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I'm still not over him nor this character of his like holy fuck man
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“No one sees you the way I see you.”
— Dorian A.
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rawliverandgoronspice · 8 months
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Sorry weird personal post but.
(putting it under the cut, I always feel a little bit weird and like... not legitimate? but like, why, anyway)
As I thought about the gerudos and also after a conversation I had about worldwide repression of brazilian soft power and its impact on western culture during the 90s, I'm just... I realized one of the reasons why I latched onto the gerudos so hard when I was young, even though it's kiiiind of a stretch culturally speaking and they look nothing like me, is because there was basically *nothing else* in terms of non-western representation in American/European pop culture at the time (especially not featuring cool girls). If you loved fantasy and videogames and wanted to see any non-western representation to spark your imagination, there was literally so little choice. And honestly, as far as Brazil goes (and a lot of South American cultures overall I'd say), there's still almost nothing that holds in the West.
It kind of sucks to realize it was something I really craved growing up and uhhh kind of never got.
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mi-universo-poetico · 7 months
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¿Como se contiene el océano?
es imposible contener algo que se desborda, así son los sentimiento que no se expresan, se terminan desbordando como el océano, y hay veces que termina ahogando a los que nadan en el........
-chica invisible
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senderodeversos · 2 months
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Añoranza🍃
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atlasinlimbo · 9 months
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𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖊
꧁༺ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓽, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂'𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽. 𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓰 (𝓶𝓮, 𝓾, 𝓾𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼). 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼, 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓯𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮-𝓼𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽. 𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓽? 𝓣𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱, 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓴𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮𝓮, 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓼. 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓹𝓹𝓵 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓷𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂, 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓫 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓼. 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓪 𝓰𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓕𝓑𝓘 𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷? ༻꧂
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lostsoontobefound · 1 year
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Aphantasia is one of those things I didn't know I had until someone made it clear my experience is not common.
I literally just assumed for 43 + years that people were exaggerating or being figurative when they talked about imagining something visually in their mind.
I’m still completely baffled by the aphantasia thing. It’s completely blowing my mind.
When people say they can “picture something in their mind” - do you actually mean you can SEE it? Like you can SEE the image in your “minds eye?”
I’ve always understood the “minds eye” to be..
like this:
I can imagine a house (for example). Like in my head I can imagine the concept of a house. It’s got walls, a roof, maybe even stick a little chimney on it? I can even imagine it’s surroundings and imagine the colours, the depth even...but they are all CONCEPTUAL...
I think the trick was to produce a name. That's very useful. It kind of allows people to identify what's unusual about them, I feel aphantasia is so difficult to discover because we all take our own experience to be the standard.
Until you have some moment of realization, I assume that everyone else is similar to me. And that reflects the fact that that visualization is a very private experience. It's something in your head, not something that other people can inspect and kind of check against the norm. And it’s quite easy to assume the language people are using to describe imagery is metaphorical… So it's easy to persuade yourself that that's the case.
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francorebel · 1 year
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...a questo punto il desiderio del suo ventre infuriava come un incendio. Penso che l'avrebbe fatta impazzire. Qualsiasi cosa cercasse di fare per raggiungere l'orgasmo. Avevamo anche fatto l'amore da lontano... più di una volta. Senza dirselo, si erano trovati a sudare in mezzo ad un parco, su un autobus. Il pensiero era così forte, erano braccia che aprivano le costole. Come se l'altro stesse cercando il cuore dal lato opposto della città, attraverso muri di macchine e di cemento. Oggi ho pensato di fare l'amore con te.
...at this point her belly's desire raged like wildfire. I think it would drive her crazy. Whatever she tried to do to orgasm. We'd even made love from afar... more than once. Without saying it, they had found themselves sweating in the middle of a park, on a bus. The thought was so strong, it was arms opening ribs. As if the other was looking for the heart on the opposite side of the city, through walls of cars and concrete. Today I thought of making love with you.
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uniqueivresse · 1 year
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Plus j'avance dans ma vie et ma reconstruction, plus je me rends compte de plusieurs choses :
- la région parisienne me manque
- ma famille me manque
- Je me pose beaucoup de questions sur mon orientation professionnelle. Je ne me sens pas forcément à ma place après plus d'un mois à travailler.
Je remets tout en question, mais je pense que c'est pour aller mieux.
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My words that accompany you.
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"Someday you will notice what true love is, you will know the reason and the feeling of nostalgia and sadness. When you remember that love you still love, all that immense love that absurdly for foolishness you had to lose."
—  Juan Francisco Palencia.
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placeforus · 7 days
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“It’s okay that you’re not who you thought you would be.”
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lord-of-snrland · 13 days
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My own drawing keeps punching me in my mental health but idc I'm finishing it anyway
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apenasandorinha · 6 months
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Solitude
Tentei mirar no amor mas, acabei acertando na solidão.
E depois de tantos erros, ela está me parecendo ser mais atrativa do que o amor.
Não consigo mais criar vínculos verdadeiros, tudo parece tão falso. Dá uma ideia que só conseguirei o amor, a felicidade estando tão só quanto qualquer outra coisa.
E não, não estou falando de momentos só e sim de não ter ninguém para ligar ou contar com.
Ou talvez desde o começo esse momento eu estava tentando acertar na solidão. Só não quis admitir pra mim mesma.
apenasandorinha
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yourdevy · 1 year
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Sometimes I think there’s someone buried inside me Someone’s trying to claw their way out
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