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tlotrgifs · 1 year
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“You step into the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
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getonite · 1 month
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QUICK, SOMEONE TEACH ME ABOUT FINAL FANTASY 7, I GOTTA WRITE FOR SEPHIROTH. PLEASE IM BEGGING.
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rotwrists · 1 year
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gniteruirui · 1 year
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blame blame blame blame blame
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debating even finishing
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kiitobiito · 10 months
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I forgot the hashtag my art thing is a thing. Someone should teach me tumblr like a professor
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seldompathic · 2 months
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I really shouldn't listen to Snapcube when I draw
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abel-draws · 5 months
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My faves should meet
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"—No but like, why?" "Because you have neuroses, Barnes."
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disorganised-bagel · 19 days
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is this anything
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stilessderek · 1 month
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I will always tell you, thank you for always watching over me, STAY.
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starsarekind · 3 months
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Slowly and steadily learning how to draw the boys (feat Layla)!
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dzee-szed · 1 month
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I'm doing grad student work in technical writing. I'm writing an essay about adjusting user manuals to match the reader's preferences.
Please share this poll around! This is secretly a poll about Kolb's Learning Styles. I've never seen a poll about Kolb's styles before, and I'm trying to see if there's an actual preference here.
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inkskinned · 2 years
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in recent years, there's been a push in therapeutic circles to shift the language from "attention-seeking" to "connection-seeking" behavior.
i was an attention-seeker. i was the textbook example of an attention-seeker. i was a troublemaker. i would self-harm. i destroyed my own relationships. i was uncontrolled, dramatic, sensitive. i took everything personally. i had "nothing" to be depressed "about," but made a big show of how sad i was nonetheless. i was really unsafe about myself in a lot of ways.
the strange thing about that is: it meant others could ignore me. the prevailing wisdom behind knowing something is "attention seeking" is to say: well, since you want it that bad, you're not getting any. it meant i was lower-on-the-list of concern. it meant an eye-roll.
the belief was that: since i was obviously doing these things on purpose, it would be bad behavioral training if i was "rewarded" for it. it would "teach me" that i simply had to make enough fuss, and i'd finally get all that missing attention and love. no, it was better to ignore that stuff.
i was suffering. and it felt like - oh, it doesn't matter how loudly i am in pain, nobody gives a shit about if i'm living or dying.
awhile ago, i went through my journals from that time. a lot of them read the same thing. in them, i am convinced i am invisible. that nobody wants to hear me, to see me. that i could die or vanish and nobody would even notice. i didn't even want attention - not really - because it was always dismissive, mocking. nothing i ever did would be good enough to get someone to actually-worry about me.
that's a terrifying thing for me to read as an adult. that is a child who fully has no problem committing. that is a child who has no concept of feeling loved. the most basic human instinct is missing from her life.
i needed help. i didn't know how to ask for it. i was a kid. i was a kid in a bad home, and whenever i thought things couldn't get worse there - they almost always did.
and the ways i showed that - the ways i tried to deal with that - they made others dismiss me. i wasn't suffering prettily. after all, if i was really in trouble, why wouldn't i just march into the first counselor's office and ask someone to help me? i had the opportunities, right? what did i think would happen, exactly? that someone would finally stand up and do something? who even wants that kind of responsibility?
i heard connection-seeking for the first time about three months ago. my therapist mentioned it when we were talking about my history. it rang some kind of horrible bell, deep inside me. i don't know what she said in the rest of her sentence. i just started... crying.
"oh no", i said to her. "i think i just realized: i have no idea how to forgive them for minimizing the ways i was hurting."
how many other kids, though. how many other kids were out there drowning, snatching around for a lifevest, some kind of rope - how many were straight-up ignored.
how many of those kids aren't gonna get old.
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greykolla-art · 7 months
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We all just wanna draw this one picture don’t LIE TO ME!
Picture me: sitting on my kitchen floor, playing Kate Bush and staring into space.
Perfect. Absolutely breathtaking.🤌❤️‍🩹
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gentlebeard · 7 months
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Stede had them apple bottom jeans™️
Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Low by Flo Rida feat. T-Pain
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mj-thrush-gxn · 6 months
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honk honk honk
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