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~ Bianca Sparacino, "The Strength In Our Scars"
Oh my
Hey there!!
It’s been a while since I made a post here (my last reblog was three months ago, what has time gone?) but anyway, I am thinking of posting something every week at first, or maybe a bit more frequently, howsoever it plays out. But yeah, I might try doing that and keep this blog as a little diary of what’s happening everyday (because I honestly find diaries to be a tad bit difficult to handwrite, relaxing but difficult to actually get myself to sit down and do it).
That’s it, thank you for reading and I hope you stick around!!! ❤️❤️
HEARTSTOPPER SEASON 1 Nick & Charlie + songs
NICK & CHARLIE + HEARTSTOPPER SEASON 1
NICK & CHARLIE + HEARTSTOPPER SEASON 1
Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same
Me: I think I don’t exist.
Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.
Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when I’m dissociating.
Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?
Therapist: No.
Me: Wow.
Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.
Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.
Therapist: That’s a start!
Me: I guess he’s still my friend?
Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.
Me:
Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.
Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.
Me: I don’t need that kind of call out, Jerome.
Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*
Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!
Me: Yeah!!
Therapist: It’s wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?
Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-
Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.
Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.
Me: What-
Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS*
Me:
Me: Jerome.
Therapist: You went to the gaypride?
Me: Yeah, I went.
Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?
Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.
Therapist: Did you see some bears?
Me:
Me: Jerome wh-
Therapist: That’s the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it.
Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?
Me: No, I want it!!
Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!
Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.
Therapist: That’s not very hard.
Me: I always wondered, are you queer?
Therapist: I am not.
Me: Ooh.
Therapist: Or am I?
Me: Ooh!
As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.
The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.
This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.
As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.
He’s aware of it and think it’s hilarious.
Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.
Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.
Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.
Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.
Me: What??
Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?
Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?
Therapist: Exactly.
Me: You’re as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, y’know.
Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-
Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?
Me: Dinner first.
Therapist:
Therapist: Damien, you moron.
Therapist: You need vacations.
Me: I’m broke.
Therapist: Oh yeah.
Therapist: You still need vacations tho.
Me: Jerome, I am still broke.
Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!
Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.
Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?
Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.
For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:
Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?
Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.
Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?
Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?
Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.
Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!
Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.
Me:
Me: What.
Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.
Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.
Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.
Therapist:
Therapist: How dare you.
Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.
Me:
Therapist: Do you smoke?
Me: Jerome.
On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing
He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one
I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL
It’s really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg
Always reblog Jerome.
Is he now aware of his fame?
After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”
I think he doesn’t realize that he’s known *worldwide*
I LOVE THIS POST!!!!!
This is great
OP can we get more updates please
Sure! Here’s his fav cat breed
OP we need another update!
Is his fav dog breed an acceptable update? Or more?
Special guest of the day because I haven’t seen Jerome in a little while: My psychiatrist.
Psychiatrist, pointing at my little shovel tattoo: Does it have a meaning?
Me: Actually yes, it’s one of the rare ones who does. I wanted to be a gravedigger for a long time but since I’m disabled I can’t. So it’s just a little funny reminder of my wish to become a gravedigger.
Psychiatrist: Until when did you want to become a gravedigger?
Me: Until 20yo I think? Yeah, from kindergarten to 20yo.
Psychiatrist: Oh. Well, who am I to judge when I was a kid i wanted to be a garbageman because ridding the truck looked funny.
Therapist: You’re allowed to tell what you feel. You can’t keep everything stored in bottles and hope for the best, you’ll never be happy if you do this.
Me: But they won’t be happy.
Therapist: Be egoistic. You’re not in charge of everybody’s happiness but you’re in charge of yours. It will take times to start to say that you dislike what people are saying, it will take time to manage to say to the others when they hurt you. It’s not easy. But you’re allowed to tell people how you feel and to accept how you feel rather than bottling up.
Me: How long will it take me to manage to do it?
Therapist: I started to do it in my thirties. There is no starting point, you just go at your pace.
Therapist: Last time I saw a handful of young people with pride flags. I tried to see if you and your friends where at it.
Me: Jerome, I’m not at every pride manifestations. I won’t even go to the pride parade this year.
Therapist, sounding slightly disappointed: Oh well. You should, it’s fun.
Awww! Maybe you guys can go together some time! (Unless that violates a therapist thing?)
It does! Unless he goes on his own and we end up meeting each other because of randomness, I can’t offer him to come. But regardless, I don’t plan to go to it this year :0!
Therapist: You’re not at our therapy group?
Me: No, you invited me last time but I had a medical appointment so I didn’t come. But what do you exactly do in that therapy group?
Therapist: We have tea and biscuits. And we talk to each other about diverse stuffs.
Me: Oh I’d like to join then.
Therapist: And you’ll try to talk, right?
Me: ... I mostly come for the tea and the biscuits.
Therapist: As long you leave some for me. *proceeds to add in big in his schedule ADD DAMIEN TO GROUP*
In these confined days, I miss therapy with Jerome.
Therapist, calling me: Hello how are you!
Me: Oh hello!!! I’m fine thanks!! And you?
Therapist: I’m doing good! Do you know where I can get some really good croissants?
Me: *explaining something* so-
Therapist: I’m sorry to cut you, but fuck capitalism, it’s bullshit and it pisses me off.
Me: ... Yeah, tell ‘em!!!
Therapist: Sorry, I suddenly needed to get this out of my chest.
Me: Oh no problem, I feel that. Daily mood.
i would do anything for jerome
Oh, this was a pleasant surprise on my dashboard, love Jerome!!
Genuinely so mad that cuddling is seen as a strictly romantic thing that's so stupid cuddling is awesome and two consenting platonic pals should be allowed to cuddle as much as they want
Heck yeah!! Cuddle up you platonic buds!!
oh this is bad. this is very very bad. i started watching doctor who for the first time, just finished season 2. started season 3. WHY THE HELL DOES THE INTRO SAY DAVID TENNANT AND CATHERINE TATE
WHO THE HELL IS CATHERINE TATE
GIVE ME BACK BILLIE PIPER GIVE ME BACK ROSE
oh hell no. no no no. you can’t just replace the main character at the turn of a season. there wasn’t even a proper confession between rose and the doctor. YOU CANT DO THAT! IS THE BBC JUST GOING TO SINK ALL MY SHIPS?
Oh sweetie
OH YES JUST RUB THE PAIN IN THANKS FOR THAT IM STILL PISSED
Ah you’re welcome
And for the baby whovians confused by this post…
oh this is bad. this is very very bad. i started watching doctor who for the first time, just finished season 2. started season 3. WHY THE HELL DOES THE INTRO SAY DAVID TENNANT AND CATHERINE TATE
WHO THE HELL IS CATHERINE TATE
GIVE ME BACK BILLIE PIPER GIVE ME BACK ROSE
oh hell no. no no no. you can’t just replace the main character at the turn of a season. there wasn’t even a proper confession between rose and the doctor. YOU CANT DO THAT! IS THE BBC JUST GOING TO SINK ALL MY SHIPS?
Oh sweetie
HAPPY 5TH BIRTHDAY, HEARTSTOPPER! (SEPTEMBER 1ST, 2016 - SEPTEMBER 1ST, 2021)
i couldn’t let this anniversary pass by, so here it is: the story so far, all condensed into 2 pages :)
i’ve been following heartstopper since early 2017, meaning i’ve had the absolute honour of watching (nearly) all of nick and charlie’s story unfold in real time. i was 15 then (nick’s age in chapter 1!) and now i’m almost 20. it’s strange to think i grew up alongside these boys!
thank you, alice, for all the friends i’ve made because of heartstopper, all the love you continue to show for creators that are inspired by it, and, of course, for a wonderful story that is still so important to me in more ways than i can put into words. i’m glad we still have some time with nick and charlie left.
<3<3<3
@ayapi_and_beast
This is probably my favorite image of all time I first saw it years ago and it has stuck in my head since then. The only vibes I’ll ever need
This has the same cuteness overload vibes as this:
7 interesting facts about the UK!
To start off this year, I'm going to share with you some interesting facts about the United Kingdom.
1. Great Britain isn't the United Kingdom. This is commonly mistaken. Great Britain and the United Kingdom are two different things: while the UK includes Northern Ireland, Great Britain doesn't!
2. Tea is the most famous drink among British people. It is estimated that they drink 165 million cups of tea every day.
3. Ancient languages are still spoken. The UK has four Celtic languages which are still recognised in the modern day: Scottish Gaelic, Irish Gaelic, Welsh and Breton.
4. London has the largest library in the world. It is the British Library in King's Cross and it has over 170 million items.
5. Stonehenge is older than the Pyramids. Stonehenge is located in the south of England and it was created around 3000BC.
6. Golf is Scotland's national sport. The sport is believed to have been invented in St. Andrews in the 15th century.
7. Queen Elizabeth is the longest-reigning Queen in the world. She was proclaimed queen in 1952.
when the tea takes too bloody long to steep 💔 it's bollocks innit?
People are like "Why do french people kiss each other" like it's some common ground. Darlings, the rules of the French kiss are not common, and everyone is fighting on it like it's milk and cereal.
At first, you must understand that the French kiss is meant to be a tradition, so there are rules to it. But these rules varies from regions to regions.
The two most important rules are :
-How many times you do it. Because no, if you don't live in Bretagne (crepe & salted butter's home) or in Les deux sèvres (Bommers home) you do it more than once. The most comon is one on each cheek, but if you live near Marseille, you may find yourself kissing three times. Where I live, near Nantes, four times is standart. If you live in Corsica, you kiss five times.
-Which cheek do you start with. Yes this is a rule. Basically, if you're in the north and the west of France, you start by the other person's left and in the south and east you start by the right one.
Next time, we will see what is the actual equivalent for milk and cereal !