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journalsofanaesthete · 2 months
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I think the best thing that our generation has normalised is having "online friends" . The bond created with these people is not based on their looks or their status but on the basis of their likes, their personalities, their favourite fandoms and their interests. You might have never shook hands or hugged them but still you are more comfortable telling them about your stupid mistakes and stupid jokes. The best thing about these friends is you don't have to meet them regularly to keep your friendship alive. And it's also the worst part not getting to meet them regularly or even once a week or once a month. From meeting them in the comment section of a meme to listening to their rants to updating them about our lives, online friends become our forever friends. It's a different kind of friendship but it's the cutest no pressure of any sort just two people sharing bits and pieces of their lives with each other and supporting each other.
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alicewritten · 9 months
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pinterest comments that make you scream and wail and pull your hair crouched on the ground in hope
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loveyourlovelysoul · 2 years
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Emotionally immature/unstable parents can easily project onto their child their own fears and insecurities, making it all about them: they feel triggered or attacked by their child's behaviour and are not able to comfort them, cause they haven't been comforted either in their childhood. This can teach the child that their emotions are related with how they make feel the other person and not with how they feel. So the child may grow knowing that they don't need comfort, that they're misbehaving and start self abandoning themselves, in order to make it all about others.
Please, if you're/have been into such a cycle, remember your emotions are about yourself and yourself alone. And it doesn't depend on you how others feel about them or how you may involuntarily trigger them: it's their own job to discover and heal their wounds. You only have to care about you, and feel and validate your own emotions, to heal yourself. And to care about yourself again: don't give up on yourself ever. You never deserve this.
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sweet-child-of-night · 7 months
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its like the autumn is arriving early, i will let it consume the whole of me until its my demise. the thought will remain forevermore, the pain the pleasure all the same.
nocturne , excerpts from my journal
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I will leave such an imprint on your heart that anyone you entertain after me will have to know me in order to understand you.
— unknown
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moonstonechampagne · 10 months
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she's so pretty while she reads, writes, laughs - sleeps - she's pretty all the time .
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lost-in-time-marie · 6 days
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God Lives With The Ants
When I was younger, I would lay under a maple tree in the backyard. I’d stare up at the leaves and watch them wither from a bright green into orange and red and fall all around my head. I’d talk with the wind that danced and sang as it rushed through the trees and played with my hair. I’d observe the ants as they went about their business in the dirt next to me. So small, and yet we occupied the same space, but our perspectives couldn’t be more different. Our futures intimately linked and yet I found myself wondering if this crawling little insect could sense my gaze. I wondered what great giant’s ribcage laid beside my whole infinite universe, small enough to be held on the tip of their finger. And suddenly, for the first time, I believed that colossus did gaze at my universe, occupying its same space, but somehow so small and impossibly different, and it would get misty eyed pondering the complexity and beauty of our entangled existences, and it would hope things for all us and then mourn those hopes as they changed and evolved over the years, entirely beyond anyone’s reach at this point.
~K.
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thewaitingluna · 1 month
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I built bunkers out of my wounds, stitched my heart with solitude.
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kozukenbsf · 1 year
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This was another of our fears: that life wouldn't turn out to be like literature
- Julian Barnes
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x3nshit · 3 months
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i think the world is made up of chasers and those who get chased. and no matter how desperately i want someone to be obsessed with me, i think i need to accept the fact that the universe made me a chaser, the obsesser, the one who pours out their love for others. and maybe that’s not necessarily a bad thing
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journalsofanaesthete · 2 months
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You probably don't believe this but there are a lot of people who silently adore and admire you. Who silently wish they could have your eyes, who silently love your hair, who silently like your smile, who silently desire to be as kind as you, who silently admire the light you bring along, who silently adore the way you talk and the way you think. They might shy away from saying this to you but the universe knows. Universe have heard things you haven't. And that's why universe has been kind to you because you have been kind to it's creations.
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alicewritten · 9 months
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the artist’s way, week one
a book for the people that are “creative in spasms. creative as an act of will and ego. creative, yes, but in spurts like blood forma a severed artery”
the basics: 1. write three morning pages everyday (stream of consciousness, to free your brain space and be able to focus on what you care most), 2. take yourself out in an artist date every weekend (to reward and inspire you)
pay attention to the changes in yourself and the synchronicities, note the negative feelings that rise up; non-attachment to the result of your art, rather learn to live in the process
reminder: we need to stop demanding that we look good, it is impossible to get better and look good at the same time
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loveyourlovelysoul · 1 year
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Hypervigilance may start happening unconsciously, unless we learn to recognize it before it has us spiralling downward. Anytime we start overthinking and worrying or catastrophizing any type of event, we can opt to stop that and go towards a kinder train of thoughts for us, or trying to ground ourselves. It will require a lot of effort, cause it's not easy to change such strong mental patterns, but it can be done with patience and consistency. When we start over-analyzing what we're going through, let's take a breath and see if it's only our anxiety/habit speaking or there's a reason for that (it's very very rare, but it can happen to find yourself in a life threatening situation -but it'd be obvious though). So try to soothe yourself while being objective about the situation and gently checking that there's no real threat for you. It's almost impossible to switch off from fear cause it's our strongest and more powerful emotion, still we can learn to react to it differently: to not let it take over us but to be the one sitting with it and having a talk.
Grounding yourself when you start getting overwhelmed could be a way to calm down a little: through visualizations, meditation, breathing technique, music, watching something comforting, holding/touching comfortable/soft things, drinking water or something tasty, taking a shower or a walk, trying to find silence or getting away from too noisy/smelling places; covering yourself with heavy blankets (unless it feels like you're out of breath ofc: having blankets over you generally may feel like having another body near and be comforting, but we're all different and have different shades of reaction to fear, so only work with what feels comfortable for you and any specific situation). It's okay to have fallbacks while working on fear and hypervigilance, it takes time and patience, do not criticize yourself, you're already doing amazingly.
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i understood it late but the only true way to love you dearly was to love myself first.
nocturne, excerpt from my journal
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"I have a silly desire to cry, but that's the price of life."
— Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, December 31, 1948
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thetdump · 2 years
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I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you're living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.
Haruki Murakami,1Q84
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