Tumgik
#self absorbed
poetrybyonur · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
True friendship is reciprocal. Though one should never give to get something in return, real friends give and are given reciprocity naturally and get to know each other deeply and equally. But when only one side is giving whilst the other is taking, when only one side is getting to know a person deep down whist the other is too busy taking to truly want to or care to know the giver’s soul, then that’s not friendship. That’s simply talking to a stranger.
105 notes · View notes
dk-thrive · 2 months
Text
How much larger your life would be if your self could become smaller in it. You would find yourself under a freer sky, in a street full of splendid strangers.
— G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy (Penguin, 1908)
20 notes · View notes
pratchettquotes · 1 year
Text
Verence had never seen an animal with so much built-in villainy. He didn't resist as it waddled across the floor and tried to rub itself against his legs, purring like a waterfall.
"Well, well," said the king, vaguely. He reached down and made an effort to scratch it behind the two ragged bits on top of its head. It was a relief to find someone else besides another ghost who could see him, and Greebo, he couldn't help feeling, was a distinctly unusual cat. Most of the castle cats were either pampered pets or flat-eared kitchen and stable habitues who generally resembled the very rodents they lived on. This cat, on the other hand, was its own animal. All cats give that impression, of course, but instead of the mindless animal self-absorption that passes for sacred wisdom in the creatures, Greebo radiated genuine intelligence. He also radiated a smell that would have knocked over a wall and caused sinus trouble in a dead fox.
Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
118 notes · View notes
Text
Racist using things they don’t understand and make it about them
62 notes · View notes
traumatizedjaguar · 2 months
Text
When there’s no intimacy with someone the connection of talking deeply and about everything together, communicating genuine feelings and thoughts doesn’t exist. When this doesn’t exist there’s always that feeling of awkwardness like you just met them. There’s no knowledge of each other past basics. It feels empty, it makes you feel empty. You miss little things about each other like simple knowledge of each other, you miss the mark on what kind of birthday they like best. A true friend would know all the little things about you. Would know what kind of clothes to pick out for you, or maybe if you like this or that. Real love MUST have that natural connection, MUST have that natural instinct and drive to help them or give them affection or do something for them like fill up their gas tank for when they have to go to work in the morning even though you’re not driving that car, and in no way does it benefit you in the slightest; THAT’S real love, and can it only be love; love is when you do things for the other that benefits you in no way. Without that natural desire and drive to do these things for them, love doesn’t exist in the relationship.
7 notes · View notes
Happy late two month anniversary to the funniest thing I might have ever said about a fictional character
Tumblr media
7 notes · View notes
bpdcrybaby213 · 1 year
Text
My latest Google search. I get told a lot that I make everything about me. And I don't mean to. So I want to work on it. My autism mixed with some narcissistic personality traits makes me not the best socially. At least I know now why I do it. I really just feel like a shitty person.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
35 notes · View notes
ninoshyne · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
im
chosen
22 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
20 notes · View notes
poetrybyonur · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Love is not something we can shut off and on like a water tap. We don’t unlove someone overnight. But a person can certainly unlove another little by little. When you love someone who emotionally abused you over time, you begin to unlove the person bit by bit, as they chip away at your heart, piece by piece, with each uncaring word, each lie, each insensitive act, each attempt at gaslighting, until there’s no more heart to love them with. All that’s left is nothing. You nothing them.
I am in the process of redoing my older pieces to give them fresh life. This one is from 2021.
200 notes · View notes
Text
going through my tiktok drafts....I think I have a crush on myself
7 notes · View notes
dk-thrive · 1 month
Text
It is clear that I have spent these past three years thinking about myself, and that I have a gap in my education three years long.
— Sheila Heti, Alphabetical Diaries (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, February 6, 2024)
7 notes · View notes
pratchettquotes · 2 years
Text
Magrat whirled away in the buffeting wind, clinging tightly to a broomstick which now, she feared, had about as much buoyancy as a bit of firewood. It certainly wasn't capable of sustaining a full-grown woman against the beckoning fingers of gravity.
As she plunged down toward the forest roof in a long shallow dive she reflected that there was possibly something complimentary in the way Granny Weatherwax resolutely refused to consider other people's problems. It implied that, in her considerable opinion, they were quite capable of sorting them out by themselves.
Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
495 notes · View notes
credulousmooncake · 3 months
Text
Incompetence and I.
maybe it's the way how i hate playing the victim because my mom did it at every possible chance,
or how loud she complained when all i tried was to make things right.
maybe it's the way how my dad never learned to put things forward,
kept watching him as he wavered to take the step forward but retreated always.
maybe it was the way how i kept things from them all my teenage years because i never received the safety, or even a loving gesture,
or the environment of more hatred than love towards my grandmother as i became the space to vent, until her words and body retired.
maybe it's how i loved wrong, and it bounced back over and over until we both ran out of affection to offer,
or how i never loved enough with cautions and doubts endless till it became a game of winners and losers.
I needed loved, I wanted it till i felt like a withering twig ready to catch fire,
but when i found it, it was my torturous mind that killed every desire.
maybe it was the joint that helped or the drinks i chugged to kill this numbness, my throat dried, my eyes tired,
or the way i stared at the screen diving into the world of made up stories, scripts and people who tried and tried until by the end, they achieved their goals, their ambitions and whatever life had to offer.
A contrast you might say, as i felt worse and worse each passing day with less and less emotions to decipher,
Maybe things just.. went wrong.
just like how one day my dog died when my prayers were hopeful and my faith on god stronger than ever.
It broke me, I know,
as in irreparable pieces i shattered.
It's funny how just yesterday i baked a cake for someone's birthday while the same day i saw lifeless eyes at a funeral of some dear stranger.
but that's how it goes!
'Life' they call it.
so hopeful as a word, when in reality, it pricks you at instances unprecedented and drags you down to dust, leaving your cries unheard.
'Life' they call it.
unfairness in every way, as we go defenseless, yearning for the good days and boundless fields of blooming flowers.
5 notes · View notes
alchemisoul · 10 months
Text
If you don't love yourself, you cant be surprised when no one else does. But if you fail to distinguish the line dividing self-love and self-absorbed, and you become self-centered - you are now unlovable because you're unloving because you're selfish.
7 notes · View notes
howifeltabouthim · 2 years
Quote
You only care about losing face, not about the harm that you do, not about things that matter.
Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil
50 notes · View notes