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Keni
The Bowery Presents
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
blake kathryn
KIROKAZE
Phantogram Three
oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Claire Keane
Love Begins
Fieri Frames
PR's Tumblrdome
occasionally subtle
art blog(derogatory)
One Nice Bug Per Day
izzy's playlists!
Sade Olutola
almost home
seen from Malaysia
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@mufaisya
It’s such a blessing to have somebody who backs you when your identity is challenged. I am so grateful for the people who have shown me the incredible strength of their own confidence, and for those who believed me when I told them who I am. #TransVisibility
Trans People 🤝 Dinosaurs
Knowing who they are even if people are Ignorant about it
The Girl with the Skeleton Hand
The ultimate motivation: bubble tea. I think I am a very dessert-motivated person. 😆
Chibird store | Positive pin club | Webtoon
happy birthday to my boy!!!! ily!!!!
Happy Old Year: A review, sort of...?
*If you’re about to read this, please note that I’m no film critique. I’m mainly writing this because the film made me think about stuff that I’ve got going on as well… SO…that’s that.
I watched Happy Old Year on Netflix yesterday. It struck a few chords I guess. In that film, Jean came back from Sweden with an idea in her mind to turn her home into an office, a minimal one. The thing is, being a minimalist takes a lot of effort. I’ve never met anyone who is content without any materialistic dreams. Being minimal means a lot of difficult, thoughtful decisions had to be made. Some people have no problem getting rid of things at one go, but even then, it’s still hard to maintain that space.
Jean managed to bag the entire house. However, for some reason she found it hard to let go so she took them back and decided to go through them. She returned most of the items that she identified belonged to her friends. Slowly, she returned the items. Returning these items brought back memories, some of which she never wished to confront. I could relate to this. I’m not much of a hoarder but I do have trouble letting go. And I do understand the value in old items.
Our relationship with things is more than just if they “SPARK JOY” in you. It’s the way your hands have grown used to a shape after adjusting for so many years. It’s the countless times you’ve dropped it and still be able to put it back together. People are more complicated, you can’t predict how anyone would react if you were to leave them behind. You can predict their behavior but you have no idea what’s going through their mind. The emotional trauma, if not attended to, could become a serious problem as time goes by. Time doesn’t always heal. So, sometimes you learn to forget things. It’s not the healthiest coping mechanism but it’s what you can afford.
I honestly don’t have the guts and emotional capacity to do what Jean did. I respect her for that.
footprints in the sand.
Get fossilized. ~
