how is it that the only dimension where everyone’s happy is the one where vi’s gone it’s like the arcane writers WANT me to die omg
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how is it that the only dimension where everyone’s happy is the one where vi’s gone it’s like the arcane writers WANT me to die omg
I feel my sister’s joy with overwhelming pride, and her pain as my deepest shame.
“Until you change your thinking, you will always recycle your experiences.”
— Unknown
I am good. I am loved.
“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”
— Unknown
"I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again."
- Arthur Miller , The Crucible (@uaravsh )
Book: Night Drives 💗
— Mary Kate Teske
L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle
Shame started as a two-person experience, but as I got older I learned how to do shame all by myself.
— Robert Hilliker
We can't embrace vulnerability if shame is suffocating our sense of worthiness and connection.
— Brené Brown, Daring greatly: how the courage to be vulnerable transforms the way we live, love, parent and lead
i keep thinking about how it feels as if we have developed ourselves an obsession with "healing" these days – and a friend said something that really stuck in my head – "if you're part of a community where you're always trying to heal, then that means that you always need to be sick". like i think that we're all taking this ideal of healing too far saying that everybody needs therapy all the time and resetting your gut biome or surrounding yourself with positive energy or whatever it is that you can come up with. you're always focusing on something that is "wrong" and that needs to be eliminated, after which everything will be okay again. it all sounds like just another way of maintaining an illusion of control over your life and i don't think it's doing us any good
knowing how to properly care for things so that they can last a lifetime is so so cool to me ,,i have a theory that it can be an indicator of good spiritual health
"Sometimes while I ride the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is totally in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it was a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It's a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at them feels like to someone who is devouring every part of their image, who has invisible strings that are connected to this person tied to every part of their body. I think this fun pastime is a way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way, and to use that part of my mind that I think is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I'll meet in my life to appreciate the general public. I wish I thought about people like this more often. I think it's the opposite of what our culture teaches us to do. We prefer to pick people apart to find their flaws. Cultivating these feelings of love or appreciation for random people, and even for people I don't like, makes me a more forgiving and appreciative person toward myself and people I love. Also, it's just a really excellent pastime."
— Dean Spade, from his essay For Lovers and Fighters