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nida-qureshi · 10 months
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I am hungry. For knowledge. For literary terms. For meaning of most weird words. For academic validation. For books. For education. For my notebooks to be filled with equations. For binding the pages of rough notes. For all my pens to be eventually used. For intellect. For igniting Debates. For studying harder than most people. For falling asleep on while making notes. For the studious tag. For reading so much and knowing everything. For having an answer to every academic question. For discussing most hated topics. For learning. For being Known for my intelligence. I am hungry for carving my name as the most skilled & knowledgeable girl.
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reidiot · 2 months
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my therapist will hear about young royals s3 ep5
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stiller-gedanke · 5 months
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Und doch verfolgen dich deine eigenen Dämonen vorallem Nachts, wenn du schläfst und alles um dich herum dunkel wird.
-stiller Gedanke
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a-flawed-hippocampus · 9 months
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Why aren’t usernames on tumblr called numblr’s? Like, “Hey they, what’s your numblr?”
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simpleslugs · 7 months
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Let's unpack that...
Does anyone else hear a line from a character and immediately go into therapy mode? Like, babe, that's not okay and we should really work on processing it.
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I listened to My immortal by Evanescence for the first time in many years. I still was able to passionately sing along the entire time.
Halfway through, I started relating the song to my now deceased mother (parentification was a big part of our relationship) and I started bawling. Listened to it again-bawled.
Music helped me feel and acknowledge things I’ve been repressing for years.
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Why do I feel like I’m missing out on life…
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des-fangirl · 8 months
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i like it how my day can be not really good and everything but i open tumblr read the reblogs and be like. ok im sane and happy again <3
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I am finding myself trying to process my childhood lately. I never had time before now. I was too busy just trying to survive. Now that my life is finally settled into a place where I don’t have to worry about poverty, it’s all coming back to me now. Several things stand out to me.
1. As I addressed in an earlier post, I began to question some of the things I got spankings for. I didn’t question spanking as a method of discipline just yet because none of the arguments against it had ever made a lot of sense to me. No, at first I only wondered if the broken rules that resulted in my spanking had been an unjust rule. It had.
2. I thought I had mostly made peace with my isolated homeschooled religious upbringing but discovered in one of my seminary classes this month that I in fact had not made peace. Apparently my classmates were raised with a much more open minded sort of faith than I was, a faith that didn’t tell them they were guilty and deserving of hell.
3. I have been realizing that my inability to say no is because I was taught to be submissive and never fully unlearned it.
4. I am seeing that the insomnia and nightmares that followed me from childhood to adult life are a result of religious trauma. Dreams about demons and witches were always part of my night as a kid and they turned into dreams about poverty and homelessness as an adult. I used to tear my clothes in my sleep and scratch my skin hard enough to leave marks but my parents told me it was a demonic attack. Yeah, that will help a kid sleep better.
That’s just the beginning of all of it. I need therapy.
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nida-qureshi · 1 year
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be nice to yourself. eat breakfast and take a walk. be kind to yourself. trust yourself and take baby steps. leave procrastination behind because you can do this. trust me, you won't betray your to-do list this time. drink juices and eat healthy. bake your favorite shaped cookies and it's okay if don't want to share them. treat yourself like you are your best friend, your lover, your mother, your brother, your daughter because you deserve happiness and peace.
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reidiot · 9 months
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the urge to rearrange my room, read 17 books, write 50 poems and finish a 15-season series at 3am it's unmatched
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stiller-gedanke · 2 days
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Manches im Leben ergibt vielleicht nicht immer für dich einen Sinn, aber das muss es auch nicht.
~stiller Gedanke
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ti-fash-re-malaka · 2 years
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Just spitting my heart out
I remember when you told me that if we ever break up it will take you a lot of time to move on, apparently a month is a lot of time for you and I’m here still, almost a year later haven’t been with anybody else, I’m just trying to get over the idea that the people that I trust and love will eventually leave me in the most terrible way, lie to me and shutter my heart to the ground.I will never forget the way you broke up with me through the phone (because you wouldn’t be able to do it in person) or that feeling/pressure in my chest the exact same moment.I loved you more than you could ever imagine and I trusted you with my life that’s why I believed everything you said to me but now I know the truth and I’m not mad, I don’t hate you I’m just disappointed In the end, I wish you the best and I hope you are truly happy.
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gammafish · 10 months
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Oop how many times must you fail before it is socially acceptable to give up? 🤔 I've had about, I dunno, 15 interviews in the past 2-3 months? And no one wants me lmao, even for more junior positions, way below my qualifications. It's so embarrassing, it's pathetic. I'm finishing up a fuckin PhD in science but it's not a flex of any kind, it was a pathetic waste of time and effort, and I did it only because it was funded and I had no real concrete idea what I wanted to do. I regret it so much. It's all a fucking joke, I'm in the worst place I've been in year - one bad decision after another, and I'm living back home with an abusive parent, a place where I don't even have a single friend, and have minimal income from some part time job. It's been bad for years, for more than a decade, but given my current situation, I don't think I'm being unreasonable or hysterical for wanting to end it all? 🤔 I think my reasons are pretty valid.
The only things that keep me here are the wish to try a few more things before I go, but I'm realising more and more that, obviously, I'm no artist, no writer, and I will never make it, will never be able to even have minimal income from it.
After an entire childhood of people telling me I'm going to make it big in the world, that I'll be someone special, someone important, I'll have it easy in life (all based on ... school grades lmaooo??), now not being able to land a job even as a junior physicist? That surely is pathetic. Logically, I know that my family mounted unrealistic expectations on me, and I don't care about disappointing them, but rather myself - their expectations of me became my own expectations, so I'm living with a constant sense of failure. I mean, I am, by every metric. I don't have a full time job, I don't have a social life, friends (near me), a partner, a driver's license, a house or flat of my own, a stable and defined career, and I'm rapidly nearing my 30s.
It's not unreasonable to want to end it all, right?
Heh, it's been a long time since it's been tumbeler therapy time :''D idk why it's so satisfying to just type this shit up and let it out into the void. Wish I could go to therapy but I can't talk about my feelings in my native language, which is where I am now lmao 🤡
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praf-in-ochi · 10 months
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Teach my soul how to dance!
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deesi-academia · 2 years
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Okay but writing a rant and saving it as a draft only....really helps.
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