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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Janaina Medeiros
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
DEAR READER
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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if i look back, i am lost
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Nope
So I had a first on this first date.
Guy lifts up my dress in broad daylight and sticks his hand down my leggings. Never been touched there before and most assuredly was not expecting that right then. Pretty much stood there paralysed. I've now learned that guys need a clear no and physically pushing them away doesn't register to them.
I'm going to scrub my body with bleach now.
Personal Rant - Don’t mind me
Sorry, I just really need to get some things off my chest. I feel like I am about to break. Explode into a million pieces. I am not strong enough for this shit anymore. Thoughts of ending it happen throughout each day now. While I can’t get up the courage to follow through, I have found new solace in causing myself pain. Oddly enough, I feel strength while the pain lasts. I own it. It is my pain. And I never give into tears while I hurt. But I cannot take that next step to just ending this pointless failure of a life. The burns and bruises heal, yet I feel as self-loathing as ever. I will gladly take the sticks and stones than the words. The words, the looks, the whispers... they pass notes in class like grade schoolers. Do they think I do not see them? I can only drown myself so far into alcohol. They think I am stupid and pathetic - that they are better than me... Well now I am proving them right. They are thinking realistically. I am still dreaming. As if everything will work out if I give it my all and reach that dream. But that isn’t true. I have to be what they want me to be, do what they want me to do, follow everyone else so we have an assembly line of original-thoughtless robots.
I need to scream and cry.
I feel so alone here.
I haven’t been on tumblr much because my life was slowly getting back on track. I made a friend who was like a sister to me and I slowly accepted myself for who I was and I was achieving a lot in life. Yet this month has torn it all down. For the first time in a while I considered dying to solve everything. Everything that I had finally gotten over and done better with mentally has been taken away and I am right back to where I was in my worst. I hope I can recover from this.
the Vortex at the centre generated by surrounding fans causes this light fabric to dance.
work by Daniel Wurtzel
How I make an omelet
JK, I really wanted scrambled eggs.
When someone asks, “Asexual? What, like a plant? Are you a tree?”
Asexual Problem: Sex Ed.
Seventh grade (around 12-13 years old) sex education:
Lecture on sex starts: “If you are already engaging in sexual intercourse and when you do...”
Even if you do not recognize other sexualities and genders in the sex ed class, at least pay attention to your wording. How you say it can change the meaning and make someone feel less than they ever should, especially at a young age. Puberty is already an emotional hassle and you should not be ignorantly encouraging an individual to feel broken, insignificant, or hateful towards themselves.
Words hurt. It might not be visible or immediate, but the damage is done. Words can sit in the back of your mind as they gnaw away at you without you ever noticing. Words can affect not just your outlook on yourself, but on others and the world, thus influencing actions until we fall into an infinite cycle of subtle discrimination and self-hatred.
Cubone Corgi Cosplay
My Queen!
Your mental illness is lying to you.
You are not stupid. You are not ugly. You are not worthless. You are not weak. You are not a burden. Your mental illness is lying to you.
Also:
No you’re not bothering me. (Yes I’m serious.)
You’re not dumb.
You have great ideas.
Your smile isn’t ugly.
Neither is your laugh.
Yes people love you. No they’re not lying. Yes really.
YOU ARE NOT BOTHERING ME.
You don’t need to apologize, I actually AM very interested in our conversation.
YOU DON”T NEED TO APOLOGIZE FOR EXISTING.
in addition: yes i love you and your existence
Uhm… I really fucking needed to see this.
Yes, I am happy to hear from you.
You look nice today.
No, you aren’t being annoying.
Tell me more about the things you like, I’m interested in what you have to say.
If you changed your mind and can’t handle going out, we can hang out at home instead, I really don’t mind and I’m not mad at you.
Yes, I am really honestly happy that you’re here!
I think you’re pretty great actually.
Needed this and BOOSTING
needed this.
ALL OF THIS
Side note: if you tell me to stop apologizing, I will apologize for apologizing so much
Tumblr always finds a way to make me feel better.
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Captain Swan + Together ( 79/? )
Asexual Problem: Sexual Jokes
”How can you laugh at/make that joke? It was a sex joke.”
Um, I’m not illiterate. I understand both words and concepts. I can read a funny joke/innuendo and laugh, both out-loud and in my head. When we are face to face and I laugh at your jokes, I am not being polite - that shit was funny.
I don’t feel sexual attraction, doesn’t mean I don’t feel amused.
Just because I don’t want to bone, doesn’t mean I don’t have a funny bone.
This is how I see the girl that never liked gaming nor Pokemon and yet is a higher level than me in Pokemon Go. Except everything about her would be pink.
I haven’t watched the remake (okay, I watched the first episode when it was released) since the original was such a huge part of my life growing up.
But this.
This is everything right here.
An Ace problem we don’t talk about: Going to the OB/GYN.
So, my mom had to go for a checkup after having my brother, so she scheduled my first OB/GYN visit at the same time (I was 21 years old). I go there and they take me into a room to ask me questions in private.
1st Question: Are you sexually active?
Answer: No, still a virgin.
The woman puts down her pen, “Then why are you here?”
Um, excuse me? EXCUSE FUCKING ME?! I was so put off by a professional asking why I am seeing a doctor because I am NOT sexually active.
Firstly, if you google this shit, it says to go between 13-15 for a first visit and then at 21 for a thorough visit, REGARDLESS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. So, why the fuck are you telling me that you cannot do anything because I haven’t had sex? She seriously told me I should just leave.
So secondly, I tried to keep my cool and explained that I had highly irregular periods (getting them sometimes only twice a year) and that I was worried I might have breast cancer in one boob because it was visibly half the size and there was sometimes pains. So, yeah, NO reason at all to come here.
She seemed annoyed as she continued the questions and then told me to leave. Due to this stupidity, they had me rehydrate so they could do an ultrasound since I was a virgin. If this was an option from the start, why not do this? Why make is seem like I was the first virgin to ever show up to an OB/GYN?
Anyway, long story short, they discovered I have PCOS. So yeah, I should never have went there as a virgin because what could they possibly do or find out?
Let me set this straight: being 13, 22, 40, or 60 and not sexually active/still a virgin should not give anyone the right to turn you away from a medical examination. We have every right to our health and bodies, no matter our choices or who we are.
I never want to go back again due to this experience and I hope it never happens to anyone else.
So today I had a breakdown and a friend just messaged me to check on me and it means so much to me because there is no way she could have known I really needed that.
This morning I thought I heard my grandfather calling me, but that is impossible because not only am on across the sea, he also died a few months ago (which I could not go to his funeral because I had classes and could not afford a plane ticket back to the states.
All my mental problems today aside, I have a horrible migraine that is making it REALLY hard to work and my shoulder-blade has burning and sometimes stabbing pains probably caused by me being hunched over my computer for ten to twelve hours straight each day for the past two weeks as I do research and attempt to write my paper.
I need to get this work done, but I have to keep stopping and taking long deep breaths because I might be having panic attacks.
Everyone has stress and everyone has gone through what I have gone through so why the hell am I doing so bad right now? There is no reason for it. If everyone else can do this, why can’t I? I don’t want to be that weak. I don’t want to be a failure. But right now, I can barely function.
