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exu-do-blues · 1 year
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Take back your power.
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CREATIVE BRIEF: Victoria Villasana
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fantasylandbitch · 6 months
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@samsblackheart @zombiemeadow
You are worthy, you are loved, you are valued and you are a badass now let's go fuck shit up.
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healing-and-free · 4 days
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I’ve never been a Swiftie, in fact I only started really listening to her music a few years ago. I don’t love all of her songs but I think she’s an incredible song writer and there are many songs that I absolutely adore. Something about listening to her music makes me feel like I’m taking my power back, and today was a day I really needed to feel that feeling. So thanks for releasing The Tortured Poets Department exactly when I needed to listen to The Tortured Poets Department.
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soulinkpoetry · 1 year
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Why do we give people so much power where one word of theirs can destroy us?
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Care about what other people think of you and they will have power over you.
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skeletonpandas · 22 days
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I'm a big fan of her interpretative dancing with all of her videos.
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tonyjwash · 1 month
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Take Back Your Energy!
This whole thing we call life is all about energy. Each of us have a certain energy we bring into situations. How about good vibes and bad vibes? Some people you meet carry a certain attractive energy that is appealing to us. Other folks have a negative energy that not only gives us bad vibes, but if persisted with brings down our energy level to match it. Even parts of the country have a vibe.…
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chocolatecake47 · 3 months
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For anybody who needs to hear this,
It was your pain. Your experience. Your trauma. Your abuse. Nobody gets to tell you it's wrong, or untrue, or not there, or that you're making it into a big deal because it's not their pain. It was yours, it is yours.
You are not a burden. You are a life that deserves to be here, that deserves love and compassion and patience and kindness. You are not a burden and you never will be. And anybody who loves you, who genuinely cares about you, will never make you feel like one.
You don't have to suffer alone and you don't have to hide the pain your abuser caused you to protect their feelings. And if someone is angry at you for getting help, its not because they care that you are in pain and hurting and bleeding, it's that they care that their image is ruined. That they can't abuse you and watch you suffer in silence anymore. They're not sad and angry at themselves for making you feel this way. They're sad and angry that they were exposed. That they can't operate from the shadows while putting on a hero face in front of everyone else.
If someone took away your entire childhood, your entire teenage hood, your adulthood, your peace of mind, your sanity, your happiness and joy, they don't deserve you and you don't have to stand for it anymore. You don't have to put up with it anymore and you certainly don't have to forgive anyone for anything until you're ready. And don't let others make you think otherwise.
You are stronger than you think. You are braver than you think. All those steps you took? All those hard days and harder nights? All those times you put your heart on the line for it to get shattered again? All those attempts of being heard? All that fighting for yourself or someone you cared about? That was all you. That was your courage in its rawest, most vulnerable, and most beautiful form. You should be very proud of yourself. I know I am.
Take back your power. Its going to be painful and exhausting and the most stressful and horrible thing but you can do it. You can. And once you do, you won't regret it. Because why would you when you showed up for yourself? And you're not alone. I promise there are going to be people who help and support and love you no matter what. They may not be who you expect, but they are out there. Their love will be unconditional. The way it should be.
You are going to be okay. Maybe not now. Maybe not soon. But one day you are going to look back and see how much stronger you became. How much better you are now, in all aspects.
One day, you will be truly happy again and not in pain anymore and not with people who can damage you. ❤️
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resentful-reads · 8 months
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Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle
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exu-do-blues · 1 year
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AFROFUTURISM. AFROPUNK.
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bloomandbody · 10 months
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When I was more “religious” and went to church, I would always pray that God would do things for me and others.
“God would you be with us as we…?”
“God would you come down so we can feel your presence?”
“God would you provide the means to make ‘a, b and c’ happen?”
And so forth.
And more often than not, in my case, my prayers rarely ever felt answered. I always felt let down, like God wasn’t listening. But I still believed and I still loved him as much as my human heart could. My hope was in eternity, in all the treasures I’d bear in heaven.
And then something happened that gave me courage to leave the church. Not to leave God. I knew it was God who gave me the push to move. I had an anger inside of me that initiated so much growth and revelation. And it was this power inside of me that has brought me to today.
Since that moment when I left almost five years ago now, I’ve come to realize that all of my prayers are now being answered because I already had all of the answers within me. I was already given the tools by the divine. God was already in my presence, God was already before me, God already gave me the power to make things happen!
I was never without. I always had the keys to abundance, to power, to joy, to peace, to freedom!
Sometimes I sit and wonder why I ever thought that desiring any of these things was wrong or extremely hard? Like anything I did turned into a mountain that I felt like I didn’t have the strength to climb?
Why would God make it so damn difficult?
Well God didn’t make anything difficult. We did. I did.
It’s like the lyrics to the song, “amazing grace…I once was blind but now I see. I once was lost but now I’m found.” I feel this more than ever, now.
Not the part where I call myself a wretch who got saved. I don’t think I’m a wretch 😝 unless we want to call the trauma we’ve endured the “wretch.”
Anyway.
You have the keys. You have the power. You have the divine, you are the divine. And when we move like we are, we move the mountains, we don’t climb them. We calm the seas, we don’t drown in them.
Take back your power, friend. You’ve already been saved. Move through your life like it.
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healingdemeter · 1 year
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Trans Insecurity
I have heard from detransistioners as well as Trans Activists that trans people are extremely insecure in their identity, which is why they explode at the smallest thing that threatens it. A lot of well meaning people try to help by jumping through hoops and bending over backwards to assure the trans person that they are whatever they identify as. What those well meaning people have forgotten is the difference between helping and enabling, and what trans people who rely on the assurance of others do not realize is that they are giving away their power.
Real power is being confident enough in your identity so that even if someone challenges it, it doesn’t phase you. Real power is knowing who you are and not having to pretend to be someone different. Real power is being able to hold onto your truth even if someone else does not agree.
Forcing someone else to validate who you are may help in the short term. The hard truth is that even if you can coerce all 8 billion people on this planet to acknowledge your identity (and that is not a realistic goal) it will never be enough if you don’t feel secure in your identity.
Forcing people to shout “trans women are women”, forcing pronouns down people’s throats and making the world walk on eggshells around pronouns and doing everything they can to validate you, and shutting down debate about the research into pediatric transition may feel like things that help in the moment. And they may temporarily give you a boost in self esteem. But in the long term it is making your mental health worse.
Just as a opioid addict believes that heroin will help, in actuality it is hurting.
Real mental health and real healing is looking inward and becoming secure in your own identity. Real mental health is not relying on others to tell you who you are.
And to those of you who are not assuming a trans identity and are trying to be supportive, please consider whether you are really helping or hurting.
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When Danny enters the Fenton portal for the very first time, he still trips and shocks himself but at the same time damages the inside of the portal enough that it can’t sustain itself past the point of changing Danny’s molecules.
The electricity and damage done to both Danny and the portal isn’t something Danny, Sam, and Tucker can cover up and his parents find out immediately. They’re more concerned about their son then the portal (they have the blueprints for the portal and can rebuild it later but can’t replace their son if something happened to him) and go through a lot of things emotions regarding the existence of ghost human hybrids.
Danny’s new biology could easily be passed as meta human traits. Unfortunately President Lex Luther had just recently passed laws against meta humans. Meaning they can’t risk people find out about Danny’s new powers, at all. The Fentons decide that Danny should live with one of Maddie or Jacks relatives off grid until he can control his new abilities better.
luckily Jacks sister, Martha, and her husband have experience with a super powered child and after their son moved to the city could probably use a hand on their farm. All Jack needed to do was call.
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novelconcepts · 2 years
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The defintion of hell is knowing a show is incredibly well-received in its first season, but if people don’t become machines churning out tweets, content, and rewatching 24/7, there’s no likelihood it’ll get a chance to tell its whole story. This shit is madness. Shows in different genres shouldn’t have to pit-battle for dominance. First seasons are MEANT to be baselines establishing worlds and characters, not complete storylines. The idea that this golden age of television has turned into “get it done in one or get out” is revolting.
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egophiliac · 10 months
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IT'S BUNNY TIME EVERYBODY
(feat. Dilla)
(bugle accompaniment by Yuu)
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