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I want to blog again, but Tumblr is so different now, and I need to do some username shuffling...
The woods are lovely, dark and deep 🍃🍂
Part 2 🍃
I think I accidentally deleted half of this post so here’s part 3 and 4 again lol enjoy
WHOA
you know what’s a good feeling? a real good feeling?
when sunbeams do this.
that is all.
Children who feel they cannot engage their parents emotionally often try to strengthen their connection by playing whatever roles they believe their parents want them to. Although this may win them some fleeting approval, it doesn’t yield genuine emotional closeness. Emotionally disconnected parents don’t suddenly develop a capacity for empathy just because a child does something to please them.
People who lacked emotional engagement in childhood, men and women alike, often can’t believe that someone would want to have a relationship with them just because of who they are. They believe that if they want closeness, they must play a role that always puts the other person first.
— Lindsay C. Gibbon, Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents: How to Heal from Distant, Rejecting, or Self-Involved Parents (2015)
We’re all important! Never forget that.
as an eldest daughter, i sometimes commit the grave sin of having emotions
All your random posts are almost uncomfortably relatable
“conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know” had nothing to do with Elsa’s powers. it’s just the mantra of eldest daughters
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the flavor… it’s exquisite 😭
Mikael Chukwuma Owunna, a queer Nigerian-Swedish artist raised in Pittsburgh, has spent the past two and a half years photographing Black men and women for a series titled Infinite Essence. Hand-painted using fluorescent paints and photographed in complete darkness, Owunna’s subjects are illuminated by a flash outfitted with a UV filter, which turns their nude bodies into glowing celestial figures.
Owunna tells Colossal that the series was his response to the frequent images and videos of Black people being killed by those sworn to protect them: the police. The photographer’s friends, family members, dancers, and one person he connected with on Instagram serve as models for the project, which is named after an idea from his Igbo heritage. “All of our individual spirits are just one ray of the infinite essence of the sun,” Owunna explains. “By transcending the visible spectrum, I work to illuminate a world beyond our visible structures of racism, sexism, homophobia and transphobia where the black body is free.”
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
The pink and gold one is one of my best friends!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!
Productivity culture will deceive you (especially if you are particularly high-functioning or a former Gifted Kid) into thinking that any use of your time that can’t be monetized or leveraged for your personal advancement is worthless, and I’m here to tell you that’s the devil talking. Do shit because you like it.
because you like it, not because you like it and it’s possible to monetize it
do shit because you like it
Back to my platform of choice for personal rants. Except more talks about ttrpg’s, representation, and monetization.
Fun fact! According to folklorists, all myths, fairy tales and nursery rhymes that are about some dude named Jack are talking about the same guy
What this means is, that ever single one of the following
Jack Be Nimble (who jumped over burning candles for fun)
Jack the Giant Killer (who sold his cows for magic beans then robbed and killed a giant)
Stingy Jack (who tricked the devil so many times he was banned from both afterlives)
Jack of Jack and Jill (who splattered his head open falling down a hill)
Jack o’ Lantern (the headless horseman spirit of halloween)
Jack Frost (the spirit who heralds the end of autumn and the start of winter)
Are literally the same jackass who made so many bad life choices he ended up an immortal ice dullahan with a pumpkin serving as both his head and flashlight
but what an incredible journey he had getting there
He’s Ye Olde Florida Man
‘ye olde florida man’ is actually way closer then it has any right to be and that scares me
So you should convince yourself that they are sparking joy, and you should prioritize their status, because they are making your day, everyday. Then, gradually, you will start seeing some sparking joy concepts from those items.
shes literaly an angel im so ashamed that she came here and had to deal with our american nonsense
you’ve gotta stat romanticizing your life. you gotta start believing that your morning commute is cute and fun, that every cup of coffee is the best you’ve ever had, that even the smallest and most mundane things are exciting and new. you have to, because that’s when you start truly living. that’s when you look forward to every day.
live your life like a ghibli movie where literally everything is charming and beautiful
Good advice
Pregnant Ghost Bat having an ultrasound at Featherdale Wildlife Park
congrats it’s a bat
[delighted bat noises]
My Art, Twilights and Dawns "Large landscapes fascinate me. I have always admired the strength that emerges from these visions.
Before locking myself up into my workshop to represent these worlds, I am primarily a contemplative searching for spaces and atmospheres. I pay particular attention to the “outside the frame”, this tiny nuance that transforms a space into a story. The Time that shapes the tree and forces it to adopt a posture, the erosion of the stone which distinguished this very one from all the others, the wind modifying the moor and forcing the hawthorn to grow horizontally. These shrubs you identify in the hilltops of Devon or the paintings of Hokusai. I have a special affection for ruins : this space where time becomes tangible, between civilization and wilderness. I try to offer these places a population whom inhabits them, which integrates them with consistency.
To feed the depth of these scenes, I opted for the use of gold leaf which generate background by their way of reflecting light. Thus are born twilights and dawns.“
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