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nyrovie-ii · 29 days

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Anyways!

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awakeat-2 · 2 months

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P R A I S E

T H E

O M N I S S I A H

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acefiree · 6 months

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 | tmnt

I mean, go read or whateves XD It's a little fanfic I wrote years ago, it's silly and just something for me to have fun with! So, I'm sorry if it's not what you're expecting. The fic is meant to be a Bay! Raphael x oc and it's a slow burn! So if that tickles you're fancy, pls check it out

*cringing at how desperate I am*

Soon i'll be posting this here because I know a lot of people don't like wattpad anymore ( my self included ) and if anyone knows any other great writing website, I am open to suggestions! have a wonderful day <3

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 (on Wattpad)

concrete jungle where dreams are made of

bay! tmnt 2014 / au / 2016

book status: updates !

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 : 9.30.23 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 : tbd

#tmnt bayverse #i am cringe but i am free #bayverse tmnt x reader #bayverse raphael #bayverse donnie #bayverse mikey #bayverse leo #bayverse turtles #bayverse x reader #master splinter #april o'neil #teenage mutant ninja turtles bayverse #tmnt spiderman au #tmnt raph #tmnt leonardo #what is my purpose #fanfic #slow burn #tmnt slow burn

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gal-with-pastels · 4 months

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Half of Me : surely you can go without forcing yourself to draw something today. You are lacking Inspiration and happiness in drawing. You still have some art that you can post that was made this year and still can be posted in 2024. take a break.

Other Half: BUT I MUST. SO I DON’T LOOSE MY ABILITY TO DRAW OVER AN EXTENDED PEROID OF TIME. I MUST DRAW I MUST!!

#ooc #vent post #drawing isn’t becoming fun anymore #Brain is empty #mind is blank #what is my purpose #been forcing myself to draw for awhile now #i’ve lost that spark

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radiant-resonance · 2 months

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How do I offer value if not through my knowledge or insight?

With only my Head & Ajna Undefined in my BodyGraph, this is *the* recurring struggle for me.

I've spent the last 15+ years of my adult life teetering back and forth between (barely) making ends meet by selling my time via labor/service work, and selling my knowledge via coaching/consulting work online.

One of the more lucrative ways I made money for a long time was through offering Human Design Readings.

But in the age of AI, it feels silly selling things that can be easily Googled or answered by ChatGPT tbh.

So after almost a decade of non-stop hustling in my online business, I'm at a crossroads.

Last year, I started teaching yoga and got a retail job again. Gotta pay the bills somehow.

I'm at peace in many ways; yet I feel pangs of the classic FRUSTRATION of the (Manifesting) Generator who's not fully in alignment.

I know I have something more to offer... I know the correct path for me brings comfort to my family and joy to others.

I keep coming back to my own BodyGraph as a guiding light.

The 3/5 Profile is the design of someone who tries a lot of things, experimenting with life – then allows others to look on & learn through their trial-and-error process.

The Gift of my Purpose Sphere (51.5) is Initiative. This is one of the bigger themes I will grow through in my own life, and it is my greater gift to those who come to know me.

The Gift of my Core Wound / Vocation Sphere (25.4) is Acceptance. This really reminds me of my favorite part of being a yoga teacher – giving students the space to be who they are, how they are, where they are right now.

If only being a yoga teacher were a sustainable full-time job in this economy...

I'll figure this out... (I always do!)

I guess you can find me here in the meantime 👋

#human design #yoga teacher #what is my purpose #astro observations #manifesting generator #3/5 profile #3/5

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nymph-at-versailles · 2 months

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My Experience as a Prom Planner: "Last night was like the ending of Carrie, if instead of pigs blood, Carrie just got to be prom queen." - What will she do with all the doubt she still carries after the party end?

July 2024

I had my prom yesterday, what made it special is that I was in charge of planning the event myself. A quick side-note: ever since my break up last year I’ve convinced myself that I hate people and don’t need them. Yet despite this initial angst, I find that I try with all my might to make the people around me happy and I still give so much love to those I adore. Showing this mentality was utterly false and naïve.

Prom was a conflicting event for me, there was no glitz and glam, pre-prom or post-prom for me, this was my last chance to prove myself to a tiny world of mostly privileged teenagers I've known since i was 7. For me the success of this event was life or death (spiritually), the happiness of proms participants was a quantitative measure of my own worth. How...terrifyingly insignificant the stakes were.

Prom came and I could finally reap the benefits of my hard labour.

...The most absurd night occurred:

People who’ve bullied me over the course of my school career gave me hugs, telling me how beautiful I was. Boys who broke my heart looked at me as if Aphrodite blessed me. People who were too pretty for me told me how much they appreciate me. A perfect end to a coming of age film.

Yet the credits haven’t rolled and I’m still going.

Still breathing.

I didn’t think I’d make it to 18, I thought this was the end of the frontier. My teenage Magnum Opus <3. Yet I wake up and slowly come to the realisation that life continues another day. I don’t know if I’m happy about that yet, like Sisyphus I have to start again.

My reflection 7 Months later

Reflecting upon that experience almost 7 months since my Prom in July I see a very broken girl. She feared her life purpose was fulfilled before she'd even properly lived. I am proud of what that broken girl achieved, but I look down upon her mindset. A self-fulfilling prophecy of "woe is me" and a heavy reliance of the "I'm not like other girls" mindset. I had forcibly isolated myself emotionally with my peers, but true admiration and love for some of them shone through that persona and I couldn't help but to care for all these people I had grown up with. I derived enjoyment from planning the prom, from the praise, but it took everything I had. It took reinvention in order to complete a task I saw as monumental, but look back and see as menial.

I was told that at university no one will care about who you were or what you did, just who you are now presently. That is painfully true. As much as I would love to gloat to my new peers that I have proved my worthiness before getting a degree, it is unbecoming and leaves a bad taste in my mouth. In the mindset of Robert Greene, I have mastered the art of planning a prom, great...time to move onto the next task.

I have been forced to adopt the task of Sisyphus, I will continue to push this boulder up the mountain to prove my worth, to master something that has more meaning to the world around me. I do not know how that will manifest, but I look optimistically to the top of this unforgiving mountain. all the obstacles I will face, all the times I will want to give up, but the chance of success is too sweet not to reach.

I stretch my whole body, crack my neck, I do a few jumps to make myself limber and I look towards the sky where the mountain lies. I prepare to push the boulder once more, I smile, as I have been given another opportunity to prove myself.

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falling-apart-burrito · 8 months

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Vehicle: what is my purpose

Humans: s t a i r

Vehicle: oh my god

#staircase #airport #planes #vehicle #truck?#is that a truck idk #car #rick and morty #rick sanchez #what is my purpose #you pass butter #oh my god

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cartooncadet666 · 1 year

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Little Luka and Skeebo for a friend of mine-

If you read my last post, you would know that Luka is (I remember a little) the 5th best love interest. Luka is extremely queer, he prefers guys over girls any day because he's simply into guys more, he's polysexual, not gay. This was a math class doodle, I don't know why Luka was being drawn but I was bored, we were reviewing for finals and I already remembered everything so I just doodled. I don't know how I feel about their relationship, but its cute sometimes.

As you can tell, I can't draw a side profile on a Pac-Worlder, nor can a draw a regular side profile

#pmatga #original au #pmatga au #skeebo #skeebo au #pmatga oc #i need therapy #luka aeron #lukeebo??#skeebka??#luka x skeebo??#idk what to tag this as #why do i exist #what is wrong with me #what is my purpose #cute ship tho

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wikileaks · 1 year

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what am i doing if im not sitting on someone elses bedroom floor wearing cat ears

#what is my purpose

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stargazer3700 · 1 year

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Life would be so much easier if other people made my decisions for me.

That way I would blame them when things eventually went to shit, and I know they will.

#daily thoughts #desi tumblr #i ain't explaining my thought process bitches #my mind is a mess #i need a life manager #someone #anyone #help me decisions are killing me #why are we here #what is my purpose #i am so fucked #weird thoughts

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divinedisciple7 · 1 year

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#why am I here?#what is my purpose

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l-wandering-etranger · 2 years

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"I'm by default a tea person. With coffee it's head empty no thoughts. But with tea it's head full, thoughts about mass genocide."

#brain rot #brain dump #i hate my brain #3 am thots #what is my purpose #yes i am having an existential crises #tea #tea benefits #coffee #i have no idea how to tag this #^ i feel like i use this tag alot #screaming at the void #hi void #the void screams back #talking to the void

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foreveralonewithmystupidthoughts · 2 years

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What is the point in my pathetic excuse of a life??

WARNING ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ TALK OF SUICIDE/SELF HARM

There’s nothing for me here anymore. I lost everything on April 5th 2016. That was the day my life started falling apart.

Everything is getting worse and worse. Every day, every night. Nothing is going to go right for me.

I have nothing here. I have no girlfriend, no job, no friends. I can’t drive, I can’t go out, I have to stay in my room, staring at four walls every day.

My eyesight is getting worse, I know what’s happening. My bladder is acting up again, so I will probably be using a catheter again soon.

All I sit here and think about is death.

Standing on the top of a building, staring down. Ready to jump.

Taking all my tablets and my insulin and just sitting here waiting for the worse to happen. I know it’s going to be painful and long, but I won’t be here anymore and that would make me smile through the pain.

Slitting my wrist open, through the vein. A lot of blood, messy, probably worse for whoever has to clean it up. But won’t be my issue, I’ll be dead and gone.

Jumping in front of a train…. (Maybe). Not my favourite plan, don’t really fancy being cut into pieces. Also, don’t want to delay anyone and cause problems. So possibly wouldn’t do this based on that alone.

Suffocation?? Not sure how I’d do this. Would need either a plastic bag or a car. Probably not the best option.

Shooting? Again, would need a gun, something I don’t have. So possibly not the greatest idea.

This is all I think about, all day every day. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I need to leave this place. I just need to go. It’s all just going to get worse and honestly no one would care.

Family wouldn’t care, they have their perfect children. My mum has her perfect sons who aren’t a burden, her perfect grandkids. I’m just the non existent problem child. She’d be ok. She would forget about me in a week.

Other family members don’t care. I’m just another death.

Friends? Doubt they’d care that much. They’d be sad for a few days, then move on.

My crush? She probably doesn’t even remember me. She doesn’t think about me, she wouldn’t probably care. She’d be sad for the moment she’s told but then she’d move on and not think about me. Once she receives her letter, she’d probably think I was a creep anyway and forget about me even more.

There is no one else. That’s it. All the people who should care, that wouldn’t.

I’m beginning to write the letters today. I’m just not sure what to say to them. I suppose I should say the truth.

H.J’s letter will probably end up being the longest. I have so much to say to her, she probably wouldn’t even read it properly. And if she did…. It would go in the bin because I’m the creepy obsessed boy who wrote stories about her, had pictures of her on my phone and stalked her website and Facebook.

Would she look on my profile?

Would she come to my house?

Would she try to phone me or email me?

I always wonder what she’d do if someone told her I had ended my life.

Would she cry?

Would she freeze and be shocked?

Would she scream?

Would she wish that she could have spoken to me, and told me not to do it?

Would she try to save me? Told me she loved me? I doubt it. She has a happy life, with a partner and kids. Why would she want a screw up? Why would she want someone who is homicidal and suicidal?

All I seem to do is fantasise about how different my life could be. How I would have a wife and kids, I’d be driving, I’d be healthy, I’d have a great job, I wouldn’t be useless. My family would be proud of me. My friends would be happy for me and with me.

But then I step back into reality and I have none of that. I’m back to being depressed and wanting to die. I’m back to thinking what’s the point. I can’t even sleep anymore because I’m always worried. I’m constantly wondering if I’m going to have an accident, or I’m going to wake up after only 10 minutes sleep and know I’ve had an accident. Or I’ll wake up and suddenly I won’t be able to see. Im blind and I shout for my mum because I’m scared.

My sleep isn’t peaceful anymore. Im constantly terrified. Constantly worrying.

I. Just. Don’t. Want. To. Be. Here. Anymore.

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theevildana · 2 years

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Developed a new mood/vibe at the new job as of yesterday: I don’t belong here.

(“Here” meaning my job)

#personal #shitpost #what is my purpose

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lennysencen · 2 years

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i don't know why i am here but here i am.

(i'm dumb)

#what am i doing here #what is my purpose #i dont know

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butchfalin · 5 months

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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

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