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If you're thinking into coming to the World Cup in México, and you find México City with very nice wall paintings, plant spots, the Suburban Train Stations decorated and the streets well maintained, with lamp posts working in every corner, let me tell you something: that's just all a façade.
You may think that's how we have the City taken care at all times, but that's not true. I don't know if that has also happened to other countries when they host the Olympic Games, World Cups or any other sort of international event, but at least in this case, all these nice things you're about to see in a month were all a last minute (couple of months, actually) restorations and additions.
Most Suburban Trains, their Stations and lines haven't been getting regular maintenance nor restoration as they should, and while now they're getting a new, "superb" and aesthetically pleasing look on the surface, real problems lie within. Most Trains are old and have serious engineering issues, some bridges and railways as well...
My school was inaugurated 30 years ago, and in 30 years haven't been repaired... until now, affecting severely our School Calendar and our activities.
The Government rarely installs lamp posts and if they stop working, they're not repaired immediately. It can last months until that happens.
And the bicycle roads, recently added in one of the most important avenues? Totally useless. Although the Government is doing the effort to promote exercise and a healthy life by bicycle riding, this is the worst place to promote it. This is a big, chaotic City, with disfuncional roads and unhealthy polluted air. It's not Paris, nor Amsterdam. This is a suicidal city for bike riders, since the accidents are hugely common and the bicycle roads don't do anything but steal primordial space for cars. Not to mention they're signaled by plant spots so small and with low deepness for soil that the plants are already dried.
The Mayor of the City has asked us to not be around the city when the World Cup comes, and there has been a lot of confusions about the decision of wether advance vacations for elementary schools or not.
I actually thank the restorations being done, but why wait for an important event such as this to make them? And knowing how some things are done by the Mexican Government, who can guarantee that are done well and not just superficially for the sake of looks, only?
And they're all done just now, at the same time. If going from some point to another wasn't chaotic enough, with the Suburban Stations being restored, some of them even being closed due to that, the trips are even worse and more inefficient. The City is all upside down. We're exhausted, done with all this. I'm on the top of my limit and I've been having trouble focusing on School, and I'm tired more than usual because getting anywhere by public transportation is a mess. But of course, as soon as the World Cup starts, is going to be nice and functional, but tailor-made for the tourists, not their civilians.
On top of that, most of the republic is immersed in violence. Guerrero was taken by the mafia and the people is being forced to abandon their homes out of threat of being killed. Several civilians disappear each day, and the criminals are being protected by politicians. But the News are not covering this, because they don't want to spread panic to anyone and that this ruins the event of the World Cup. The mafia don't do harm to foreigners tho, because that would mean entering into international conflict.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not against the World Cup in its core, as a sports event, I don't despise foreigners coming to my city, I'm against the hypocrisy of our Government, their negligence and favor to tourists.
There's a term here, "Malinchismo" referring to a myth surrounding an Indian woman called, not named, "La Malinche" that is said she was Hernán Cortés' lover and was considered a traitor of her people. This term is used to describe the phenomenon of admiring foreign elements and despise our own. México as a nation has an issue on insecurity. It's believed we have to show our worth to the World, how great we are, but because of that, we tend to favor foreigners over us in order to get noticed. It seems we care more about their comfort rather about our necessities and well-being.
Don't get astounded nor get yourself deceived for what your eyes see. This is a beautiful City, worth to be explored and known, but most of the things you're going to come across, are just there to fool you into thinking we matter something to our authorities. We don't, we haven't, and I only pray to God that we do eventually in the future.
Please pray for the niece of a family friend. She was in a major car accident last night and is having open heart surgery today.
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Hey. Are you going to host the Juleap event this year?
Whoosh, it really depends on my school!! I kinda think it doesn't get much work done to make the preview announcement and then reblog all art that is done. However, July coincides with the month we have the end of semester's exposition and there's a lot of work to be done. But we'll see... I have to see it for myself later.
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Wildflower season is here!!
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Happy Bengali New Year to everyone! 💐
I also sit like that, sometimes, lol! Happy Bengali New Year!! 🤗 I hope this year brings you each day as a flower bouquet!! 💐
TW: vent, sui thoughts. Please scroll if you think it might make you uncomfortable.
No matter how hard I try to pretend to be okay, I'm really not... okay. I can feel it with my entire heart and soul. I'm slowly losing my memory, I'm losing my comprehension ability, losing my ability to create. And I can't help myself anyway. I'm dealing with suicidal thoughts each and every day, I don't pass a single day without crying. I'm losing myself. I wish I wasn't so different, I wish the world was a little kinder towards me.
I've been blamed my entire life for being myself. "Why are you so quiet?", "Why don't you eat at lunch break?", "Why are you always so depressed?" Thing they don't understand is, being "quiet" or "depressed" is not a choice. I can't chitchat or eat with less familiar people. I have extreme social anxiety and it's not a CHOICE, it's a disability. I'm not doing any of it intentionally, I'm not being stubborn or arrogant. I've tried my best to fit in, to become "normal", but I couldn't. I just can't.
People have mistaken my silence as my arrogance, my kindness as my foolishness, my love as my "worshipping" them. What they don't understand is I feel things deeply. My all emotions are intense, my sadness, my anger, so as my love. They have always corrected me as if my every actions, words, were wrong. I'm always wrong.
I don't pray to God for fixing things anymore, all I pray before bed is to take me to Him. I don't have anyone who could understand me. I only have an Asian mother and one brother. Worst part is nobody even wants to listen. I don't blame them, they got tired of me, even I got tired of myself. I don't even afford therapy. To be honest, I don't want to be healed anymore. All I want now is the end of all these things.
🫂
I know I can't fully understand you, but I kinda do, at least a little, about being too emotional. Is a hell of an experience when everything hits you on an entire whole level.
I kinda knew you weren't as okay as you told me last time. And I can't stop thinking about you, feeling desperate for not being able to help you more than I have offered. We're too far apart and I feel bad for the things that you've been through and the circumstances within your country you live in, things, I can't control nor solve, not at least by my own. My only comfort is how much I pray before the Lord for you, having in mind how fully well He knows about the fondness we feel for each other and how my prayers are heard because of that. I trust that in His own Wise Time, you'll be better.
I know it's hard to believe so, and more so, I know how hard is to deal with such pain. I only wish you relief, and rest from those experiences, without having to recur to something drastic. There's a reason He hasn't taken you with Him, yet. Maybe He's holding something amazing just for you. And I know, it's hard to be patient, I know that well, but it's all worth waiting for.
And you're right, maybe we're not destined to be fully healed. Frodo Baggins in Lord of the Ring didn't quite heal from the Nazgul's blade wound. There are wounds meant to stay with us. But wounds heal, and even if there's a scar, it can't hurt us more than it did when we first got it. Those are some shadows of the past, that haunt us, but we're already ahead of them. We survived them, and that's what matters. We shouldn't take hold on them, or let them have power over us. Our survival is a sign of how even stronger we are in comparison to our scars. ❤️🩹
Take a lot of care, my friend. Don't forget to rest as much as you're allowed to, drink water, don't skip meals and avoid the abuse of screentime. And you know you can count on me, although I sometimes can be sensitive, that's why it matters to me to know how are you currently feeling.
Lots of hugs!! 💗
Thank you so much my friend! 🥰
I know you're trying your best to help me. And that matters more than anything. My mind is at a bit more ease now after releasing those thoughts and reading your kind words. I also keep you in my prayers.
I'm not really skipping meals, I just take them at different times on workdays. So, don't worry about it! And yes, I'm trying to reduce my screen time. I want to use my phone for study and drawing purpose only. I uninstalled Instagram already and I wish I could uninstall other media as well. I don't want some apps to exhaust me (and my phone!) and control my life. But I use Facebook to keep myself updated with job circulars and Tumblr to share my artworks. However, I spend less time on these apps then before.
Thank you again for being there! Take care of yourself too! ❤️
Oh, I do understand the lunch situation, I kinda do the same! 😅 But I have the knowledge that people who are depressed tend to skip meals or that skipping meals can cause anxiety, exhaustion and depression. So I just wanted to make sure you're doing alright. 😊
TW: vent, sui thoughts. Please scroll if you think it might make you uncomfortable.
No matter how hard I try to pretend to be okay, I'm really not... okay. I can feel it with my entire heart and soul. I'm slowly losing my memory, I'm losing my comprehension ability, losing my ability to create. And I can't help myself anyway. I'm dealing with suicidal thoughts each and every day, I don't pass a single day without crying. I'm losing myself. I wish I wasn't so different, I wish the world was a little kinder towards me.
I've been blamed my entire life for being myself. "Why are you so quiet?", "Why don't you eat at lunch break?", "Why are you always so depressed?" Thing they don't understand is, being "quiet" or "depressed" is not a choice. I can't chitchat or eat with less familiar people. I have extreme social anxiety and it's not a CHOICE, it's a disability. I'm not doing any of it intentionally, I'm not being stubborn or arrogant. I've tried my best to fit in, to become "normal", but I couldn't. I just can't.
People have mistaken my silence as my arrogance, my kindness as my foolishness, my love as my "worshipping" them. What they don't understand is I feel things deeply. My all emotions are intense, my sadness, my anger, so as my love. They have always corrected me as if my every actions, words, were wrong. I'm always wrong.
I don't pray to God for fixing things anymore, all I pray before bed is to take me to Him. I don't have anyone who could understand me. I only have an Asian mother and one brother. Worst part is nobody even wants to listen. I don't blame them, they got tired of me, even I got tired of myself. I don't even afford therapy. To be honest, I don't want to be healed anymore. All I want now is the end of all these things.
🫂
I know I can't fully understand you, but I kinda do, at least a little, about being too emotional. Is a hell of an experience when everything hits you on an entire whole level.
I kinda knew you weren't as okay as you told me last time. And I can't stop thinking about you, feeling desperate for not being able to help you more than I have offered. We're too far apart and I feel bad for the things that you've been through and the circumstances within your country you live in, things, I can't control nor solve, not at least by my own. My only comfort is how much I pray before the Lord for you, having in mind how fully well He knows about the fondness we feel for each other and how my prayers are heard because of that. I trust that in His own Wise Time, you'll be better.
I know it's hard to believe so, and more so, I know how hard is to deal with such pain. I only wish you relief, and rest from those experiences, without having to recur to something drastic. There's a reason He hasn't taken you with Him, yet. Maybe He's holding something amazing just for you. And I know, it's hard to be patient, I know that well, but it's all worth waiting for.
And you're right, maybe we're not destined to be fully healed. Frodo Baggins in Lord of the Ring didn't quite heal from the Nazgul's blade wound. There are wounds meant to stay with us. But wounds heal, and even if there's a scar, it can't hurt us more than it did when we first got it. Those are some shadows of the past, that haunt us, but we're already ahead of them. We survived them, and that's what matters. We shouldn't take hold on them, or let them have power over us. Our survival is a sign of how even stronger we are in comparison to our scars. ❤️🩹
Take a lot of care, my friend. Don't forget to rest as much as you're allowed to, drink water, don't skip meals and avoid the abuse of screentime. And you know you can count on me, although I sometimes can be sensitive, that's why it matters to me to know how are you currently feeling.
Lots of hugs!! 💗
The Notre Dame Cathedral was today in flames.
For the moment it seems that this was a merely accident and in anyway a terrorist atempt. However, I can remember these days are very dificult for christians in the last years.
And I must say, not only for christians.
Two years ago, the United States army throwed a bomb to Aphganistan, the very day of Good Friday, causing the death of millions of people.
I remember one Easter Sunday a group of christian people (the mayority families with children) in a park was murdered by a terrorist.
My point: The Holy Week is a hard time for everyone.
It’s my tradition around these days, since I started being aware of those events, and after I started my Christmas tradition inspired by the Christmas Truce of 1914, to dedicate my prayers asking to God for peace, forgiveness and understanding between nations and religions all around the World, at least for one day, the very day of Easter Sunday. That these horrible events wouldn’t have place anymore…
I don’t want to be the only one. I would like to ask you to join me, even if your beliefs aren’t the same as mine, in a single prayer. That this feast can be a reminder of what God wants from us.
And, mostly, instead of criticize those christians that act against their religion teachings, harming gravely in the name of Christ, making Him suffering again the same pain of the cross, offending God hugely, or to criticize those non-christians who, gravely wounded by the damages, driven by the hate born from despair, pain, loss, make these terrorist attacks…
Let’s be the christians that apologize in the name of those who doesn’t….
The christians opened to good and healthy dialoge with our religion brothers…
The christians that make good in the name of God, that look for the wellfare of others.
The christians that look for friendship and understanding instead of hate.
As the Cathedral of Notre Dame can be restored over the ashes, let’s be the christians that restore the Holy Church.
I beg you, let’s start with the right foot, let’s spread love and comfort to our damaged brothers.
PLEASE, STOP THE HATE PEOPLE OF OUR SAME RELIGION STARTED.
Because if we respond to hate with hate, this will be an endless vicious circle.
I’m asking once again to my Christian siblings to join me this year in prayer for at least one day of peace around the World, in honor of the Death and Resurrection of our Lord, God of life and Justice, even more this year with what’s been currently happening in Ukraine.
There is indeed, so much evil in this World, but so it is Goodness, that acts silently and slowly but even more deeper, stronger and effectively. We can make the difference by being the Good that the World needs. Let’s be people of Peace and Love, let’s contrast hate with kindness and forgiveness, imitating Jesus in the Cross. Let’s stop once and for all the harm it is made to the must vulnerable and innocent.
This is not the time for division, but for unity.
Unity will be always our strength, division will be our doom.
Now, more than ever, we need to raise our voices in prayer. The Holy Land once again has been a victim of internal (and external conflict) Leaders fight with each other, while innocent people are in the middle of the crossfire and die. May God softens the hearts of the responsible of such blood spreading, as He did with Pharaoh Ramses’ long time ago. May His Peace reach us and His Death in the Cross be a sign for us to stop thinking only on ourselves so we can help and understand each other.
I'm tired.
I spent my birthday alone at school. Nobody knew, or didn't remember, or didn't even care. I'm the spare friend, the one who's just there and exists.
I see other people vent, and all I can do is feel guilty for having problems myself, for having to vent, and for setting boundaries. I feel like I have to be "The Stoic Friend" or "The Stoic Family Member," whose responsibility it is to be there for other people when they talk about their stuff or break down. But when it's about me, I don't matter.
I'm constantly alleged by men who don't understand that my relationship with them is nothing more than acquaintances or friends. They make me very uncomfortable because they talk to me as if I were a muse instead of a sensitive, flawed human being who is more than just appearances or good manners.
Horrible things keep happening in my country and in the World.
And spring doesn't feel like spring. It's cloudy, it's cold, and that depresses me. I wish I could be in denial and not attribute it to Global Warming, but it's obvious, and it doesn't help when people joke about it. And before you start with your Team Cold or Team Heat nonsense, I like mild springs that aren't extremely hot, when I can dress more casually, wear warm colors, and eat ice cream. I'm very sensitive to the cold, and I like to enjoy those things WITHOUT ENDING UP WITH A SORE THROAT.
I know I'm a good person, but I have my limits. No, I'm not okay, even though I pretend to be so y'all are, and I'm tired of being the doormat everyone steps on.
I wanted to apologize for yesterday's post. I was overwhelmed and very emotional, and I think I crossed the line. I wasn't really thinking about the consequences. I didn't mean to hurt you; I just thought it was important for you to know what I was going through. I hope this is an exception and I won't make posts like that again.
I know I don't talk to most of you, thinking that you either have things to do or that I would bother you because we're not very close friends. But I really care about you all. I truly do. And if I've ever made you uncomfortable, I'll respect the space you need.
The side of Tumblr that I hate
Everyone on this site: I'm trash and my Life sucks.
No, you're not trash, you're God's child and life is a wonderful opportunity. STOP.
I don't know what has become of me that every activity I make as a distraction becomes emotionally draining. Maybe because I get them as another moral obligation with social and moral guidelines to the point they aren't enjoyable anymore.
But what I think is the most draining is how despite all the efforts I've been putting to overcome, as best as possible and within all my means, the hard things that have been happening to me and challenged me within my 24 years old young woman limits, when I go online to distract myself and ease my existence a little, I only find users going joking around about their mental health problems like something we shouldn't take seriously like "Wow, life sucks and I'm a trash person!" 'Aren't anxiety and depression funny I guess?" "Wish I was another person in another situation. Haha hilarious 🙃"
I understand humans have been using humor to ease the pain that daily life problems bring up to them, but sometimes one is searching for things that can make them realize life isn't all roughness and sorrow but people keep normalizing giving up on a unbearable reality and with the thought of just dealing with it.
I also hate the idea of people portraying life as if this one is a meanie who enjoys watching people falling emotionally apart. Among them I've seen christians who leave me asking myself if they aren't realizing reality is directed by God's Will itself, and that they practically are seeing Him as a God that enjoys making humans suffer for free. And I know sometimes I had that sensation, more after for the third time in Mexican contemporary History, an earthquake happened on the same day, and I didn't understand why God was allowing that. But I'm totally certain He wasn't enjoying Himself watching me scream at the top of my lungs when I had to handle it on my own in my house while not knowing if the rest of my family were going to be okay or if the house would stay up after those strong shakes; or when I didn't pass an important exam for me, or when all my family and myself got covid. I don't even have to mention there's people that's living harder realities than myself or others and that they deserve so much better than people joking about things they have been handling without letting others know about it.
I'm so sick of that dark humor trend and memes that aren't benevolent to other's situations, I'm so sick of the lack of tact and empathy. And that's another reason why I haven't been around social media. I don't feel emotionally well to deal with those lately. Bad things keep happening everytime and everywhere and it isn't funny for me when I see those memes, so maybe, maybe we should consider stop making fun about things that other people find unbearable.
First of all, your feelings are valid. There is no such thing as one right response to traumatic events or one right coping mechanism for mental health issues. Different people react in different ways and need different things.
I am suddenly reminded of a man from my group therapy. He once said something to the effect of: “How can you all be okay with being fucked up? I just don’t get it! I can’t do this!”
I agree that mental health issues should be normalized. Attending therapy should be normalized. Taking prescription drugs should be normalized. We should be allowed to speak about our experiences without the fear of being judged. We deserve to be treated seriously. You deserve to be treated seriously.
Truth is, there is a great variety in conditions – mental, physical or combined – that people suffer from. Some are better known than others. And even with those better known conditions, people who don’t suffer from them don’t know how to provide help. Even our loved ones, who have all the best intentions, don’t instinctively know how to support us. It’s nobody’s fault. But it can be frustrating. I speak from experience.
Also – I happen to know people who suffer from way more severe conditions than I do. I do often tell myself I am more fortunate than them. At the same time, their problems do not invalidate mine. My problems may not be as severe, but they still qualify as severe. I need treatment. I have the right to seek treatment. You are allowed to seek treatment. Everybody else’s problems do not invalidate your own.
Also – Appreciating your good fortune and worrying about your legitimate problems are not mutually exclusive. Humans are complex creatures. We are capable of being happy for somebody while simultaneously being jealous of them. We are capable of feeling compassion for others while simultaneously suffering from personal issues.
Your problems are yours. You have the agency. You alone can decide what works for you and what does not.
As for the “people laugh at stuff that, in my opinion, shouldn’t be laughed about” – I will tag you in a separate post that I made a while ago where I complained about a similar experience.
Thank you so much for your comments in this. Sometimes I think people don't understand the way that I feel, because in my family we tend to be very sensitive. We tend to feel and live things intensely like if we were in a movie. I don't know if it has something to do with we are all artists of all sorts, I'm starting to think it is a common phycological condition we inherited because I already have two brothers officially diagnosed with some of these.
The point is, we don't find funny things other people find funny, because we have a lot of empathy, to the point we can empathize with even the slightest, silly problems others have when they aren't so serious...
Maybe I should let people be when they joke about things I don't find funny, but somehow I feel problems should be addressed in a softer and understandable way.