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@arachnomania
Storm by Zdzisław Jasiński
why would I let you go
point of destruction
Mixing
Can’t wait for the anime to drop this July I’ve been waiting for so long 🫶🫶🫶
How can you get rid of the wolf, when it's one of the only things you have left of the lamb?
Another day, another act of arson perpetrated by the Phantomhive household.
Avel De Knight, Two Young Men, charcoal on cream wove paper, 1940s
Just because one person rejected me, it doesn’t mean I am unloveable.
I am loveable. Worthy. Attractive, kind.
They don’t get to decide if I am not.
btw you cant save people. the most you can do is try to understand them. the most you can do is let them be themselves. all you can do is empathize, be there
Love will come to me. But I have to show love to myself first.
Taking care of my mind
Taking care of my body
My soul and spirit
My lungs
My teeth
My heart.
Today I am feeling insecure, and paranoid.
I am insecure about my body, mainly the fat and how it ruins everything about my appearance. I’m convinced I’ll never be sexually attractive to anyone because I look like this. I would pay anything to just suck the fat right out of my body. Maybe I’ll love myself then.
I’m paranoid that I am unwanted and unlovable due to my insecurities being the main factor turning people away. They can see them too, and they are disgusted by it. The few dark hairs that grow under my chin, how thick my back fat is, the way my lower lip curls and jutts.
All I want is to be comfortable in my body. To feel at peace. When I feel accepted by another, the doubt leaves my mind, yet, once left alone, my mind tells me that I am revolting.
I wish to be okay with myself. To love myself. Instead I always self destruct.