HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki.
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HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki.
Source: https://www.instagram.com/finuccinialfredo/
(I wouldn’t usually post pics from others like this but this is a really good infographic. I have also messaged them on instagram and suggested they make an ADHD infographic account, which I’d share. It’s just really good and I hope they make more.)
CHOICE PARALYSYS????
THAT ISN’T JUST ME??????
OH MY GOD I’VE BEEN BEATING MYSELF UP OVER THAT FOR Y E A R S I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS AN ADHD THING
this is soooooooo funny
As a person with… I think hazel eyes? Idk, they’re blue ringed with green that turns to an orangey-yellow around my pupil, I feel this post needs more positive commentary.
you’re the reason we need to sit quietly -_-
All the feels
Pikachu has something important to say.
We don’t need no water/Let the motherfucker burn!
24 LGBT+ Books by Black Authors
I’m seeing a lot of the same books on my dash, so I spent a few hours researching some lesser-known books. These books fall across a variety of genres and age group.
Ways you can help
“I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be, because it was. We were. Only for a short while, maybe. But we were.”
— Unknown
The sun did not fall from the sky and the moon still controls the tides
My reflection is different, some of my corners sharper, and some of my bends a bit softer now
Change
The rhythm of what had become my everyday life is now gone
Different but not bad
A new song now
I am only myself, a mother, a daughter, and a friend now
I am falling in love with my scars
I am loving my stretch marks because they are every meal I enjoyed too much and they are the birth of my son
I love my thighs they carry me when I don’t think I can keep going
I am molting and burning like a phoenix I am going to rise from the pile of ashes
I am going to have the presence of a wildfire burning so violently and so beautiful
Different but the same
I don’t recognize all of my imperfections but I am growing to love them because they make me me
I am trying so hard to remember no one is perfect and anyone put on a pedi stool can fall and statues crumble
We are all of flesh and blood
The only perfect people are babies and they can not speak
I am trying to be at peace with the rhythm of my still beating heart
It’s still beating
I am still breathing
I am still alive
I am alone, but okay, still surrounded by those who love me
Living is not being yours just because you had become my reason to want to live
My reason to live now in myself and my son
A small blonde freckled face with blue eyes the size of stars and eye lashes for weeks
The brown eyes that once used to give me butterflies have flown away
Walked away
Left
And I
I am still alive
An Open letter
I can’t expect you to just wait for me
I don’t expect you to
I want so badly for you to have happiness
I am however just asking for you to wait before you make a final choice,
Asking for a shot to show you....that I know it feels too late ...but I hear you
I am hoping this space is enough to let us both grow
I am hoping you can see me with new eyes
I am hoping I can molt like a bird
I can stop the judgments
I can allow people to tell me they love me and not question motive for that to be enough
I am working on looking in the mirror and being happy
I hear you
I hear a compilation of 5 years of your telling me I need to love myself
I hear the pleas of a mother a wife a friend
You were right
I wanted the bad in me more than the good
The good in me is susceptible
The bad isn’t
I used the bad to hurt you, I am sorry, that will never be something I can take back
But I am going to love myself
I don’t want a white picket fence
I don’t want perfect
People can’t have that expectation
I can’t expect to love my flaws if I can’t accept that I have them
I can not expect perfection from anyone or anything
I needed to let go of the angry little girl in the pit of my stomach
I need to tell myself every time I make a mistake it’s okay, but why did I make it ? How can I do the right thing next time
I need to remember I am a person, I can never control things
I need to toss caution to the wind
I need to run
I need to go outside
I need to see new things
I need to leave my comfort zone
I need to grow
But I need consistency too
I need accountability but with out beating myself down
I never understood what you meant when you said I drain the life out of you
You meant I hate myself so much you couldn’t find room in my heart to love
You meant I was so full of anger than it was exuding from my skin positioning you
You meant you could scream on a mountaintop that you love me, and it would fall upon my deaf ears
The hole in my heart was so toxic
I tried to fill it by making you reassure you loved me , by taking the magic from the words we all want to hear
I tried to fill my voids with curls and pineapples
I tired to buy your love when I couldn’t afford to buy myself
I am never looking back, even if you don’t chose to try with me again
I am going to fall in love with my scars, I am going to be okay when I’m alone, when I am giving someone space, because even though I don’t want space I need it
I am going to fall in love with my hands and my heart
I am going to respect myself
I can not keep going so filled with regret and hate
I need to be better not for you, but for me, for My son, for the mental health of anyone who might ever love me.
For myself , I need to be good for myself
You are so so important to me
He is so so so so important to me
But I need to be important to me too
I need to take a step back
I need to grow
I need to grieve
I need to be happy
But I want to find my way back to our family one day...
Shovel
I never meant to bury you with the sand from within the hole I was trying to dig myself out of.
I only meant to free myself so I could lift you up and out.
At some point I must have lost sight of what my goal had been
I only want to arise out of the depths with your hand in mine victorious.
But all we did was bury each other.
I had been so focused on how I thought that you were trying to bury me that I failed to realize I had completely exahusted all of your energy and you’re the only hope you had of making it out alive was for me to drown first.
I lost sight of you.
I wanted to be enough, but my constant need for your attention was so exahusting.
My constant dumping and judging was knocking the wind from your lungs, but you stuck around because you thought you could save me from myself.
I did not think you loved me any more and I certainly could not love myself , how could you love me.
I need to love myself.
I need to love myself enough to throw sand in the other direction and pull you up from the pit of selfishness I had been drowning you in.
I needed to turn in the other direction and walk away.
Maybe for you I was a means to and end, but I never wanted to lose you.
At some point I let you take on all of the authority and power, and I lost myself so deeply I could not see your resentment.
Instead of owning who I had become I just grew to hate myself alongside you.
Validating your feelings in the most toxic way.
We both grew to hate me together.
I could no longer see the validation I do desperately sought from you
I started spewing my anger to anyone who did not have deaf ears.
I let people who loved you hate you for me,
Because I was to weak to hate you, and too busy hating myself, I just became a plague.
Toxic.
I can never take back a second of what has been done.
I can never justify my actions in this,
But I can walk away, let you heal, and let you free from the sand I’ve been throwing in your face.
I can let the stale air out of the house we once called our home because I can close the door behind me, and I will leave a window open.
I hope that you are able to breathe and bask in newness.
Breathe with out fear or anxiety.
Air, no more digging, only freedom
Just some recent pictures
Shovel
I never meant to bury you with the sand from within the hole I was trying to dig myself out of.
I only meant to free myself so I could lift you up and out.
At some point I must have lost sight of what my goal had been
I only want to arise out of the depths with your hand in mine victorious.
But all we did was bury each other.
I had been so focused on how I thought that you were trying to bury me that I failed to realize I had completely exahusted all of your energy and you’re the only hope you had of making it out alive was for me to drown first.
I lost sight of you.
I wanted to be enough, but my constant need for your attention was so exahusting.
My constant dumping and judging was knocking the wind from your lungs, but you stuck around because you thought you could save me from myself.
I did not think you loved me any more and I certainly could not love myself , how could you love me.
I need to love myself.
I need to love myself enough to throw sand in the other direction and pull you up from the pit of selfishness I had been drowning you in.
I needed to turn in the other direction and walk away.
Maybe for you I was a means to and end, but I never wanted to lose you.
At some point I let you take on all of the authority and power, and I lost myself so deeply I could not see your resentment.
Instead of owning who I had become I just grew to hate myself alongside you.
Validating your feelings in the most toxic way.
We both grew to hate me together.
I could no longer see the validation I do desperately sought from you
I started spewing my anger to anyone who did not have deaf ears.
I let people who loved you hate you for me,
Because I was to weak to hate you, and too busy hating myself, I just became a plague.
Toxic.
I can never take back a second of what has been done.
I can never justify my actions in this,
But I can walk away, let you heal, and let you free from the sand I’ve been throwing in your face.
I can let the stale air out of the house we once called our home because I can close the door behind me, and I will leave a window open.
I hope that you are able to breathe and bask in newness.
Breathe with out fear or anxiety.
Air, no more digging, only freedom
#these dumb videos were as much of my childhood as the real harry potter was
Casual reminder that the cast of the films wanted to do live action reenactments of most of these shorts
WHY DID THAT NOT HAPPEN.
Ron Ron Ron ... Ron weasley
Stop 👏
being 👏
sad 👏
Let that bitch know
READ THAT BITCH
They thought he was gonna be one of their “yes man” black correspondents…
That was on fox????
Drag haaaaaa!!!!!!!
He is a hero, I’m so here for it
when he said the culture of these crazy white boys shooting up schools. oh my gosh.
^^that gif was legit me at that very moment!
oh lorddddd
He snatched her fucking SOUL. And peep how she said she taught in inner city schools. You know how many white teachers there are like her teaching black children but feeling like they and their culture are worthless? See how angry she got when he flipped her own line of thought back on her?
Yes yes yessssss
Ooooo… yes brother