PARALLELS: Malèna (2000) dir. Giuseppe Tornatore The X Files, Season 6 Ep. 20 “Three of a Kind” (1999) dir. Bryan Spicer

bliss lane

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cherry valley forever

shark vs the universe
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Show & Tell

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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Origami Around
Claire Keane
trying on a metaphor

titsay
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
RMH

pixel skylines
Sade Olutola
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izzy's playlists!
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PARALLELS: Malèna (2000) dir. Giuseppe Tornatore The X Files, Season 6 Ep. 20 “Three of a Kind” (1999) dir. Bryan Spicer
me in the kitchen at 1 am
The year is 2018. Your bills are on autopay. You just got paid and you still have $1200 from the last check. When you want something, you buy it without moving money around. Your credit cards are paid off. You and your friends have 2 international trips planned and paid for this year. Your parents are in great health and you’re able to help if they need anything. You love your job. Your desired creative career is falling into place and you get to take your little cousins to Six Flags and Universal Studios over the Summer. Your relationships are healthy and supportive. All of the toxic energy from the past 6 years is gone. You going to concerts, eating good across the states and your crib has art and warmth throughout. 2018 is going to be so good to you.
Lol this is wild
How do y'all reblog money cats and lucky paws for luck and better finances but reject autopay? Lmaooo.
one of the more valuable things I’ve learned in life as a survivor of a mentally unstable parent is that it is likely that no one has thought through it as much as you have.
no, your friend probably has not noticed they cut you off four times in this conversation.
no, your brother didn’t realize his music was that loud while you were studying.
no, your bff or S.O. doesn’t remember that you’re on a tight deadline right now.
no, no one else is paying attention to the four power dynamics at play in your friend group right now.
a habit of abused kids, especially kids with unstable parents, is the tendency to notice every little detail. We magnify small nuances into major things, largely because small nuances quickly became breaking points for parents. Managing moods, reading the room, perceiving danger in the order of words, the shift of body weight….it’s all a natural outgrowth of trying to manage unstable parents from a young age.
Here’s the thing: most people don’t do that. I’m not saying everyone else is oblivious, I’m saying the over analysis of minor nuances is a habit of abuse.
I have a rule: I do not respond to subtext. This includes guilt tripping, silent treatments, passive aggressive behavior, etc. I see it. I notice it. I even sometimes have to analyze it and take a deep breath and CHOOSE not to respond. Because whether it’s really there or just me over-reading things that actually don’t mean anything, the habit of lending credence to the part of me that sees danger in the wrong shift of body weight…that’s toxic for me. And dangerous to my relationships.
The best thing I ever did for myself and my relationships was insist upon frank communication and a categorical denial of subtext. For some people this is a moral stance. For survivors of mentally unstable parents this is a requirement of recovery.
If it wasn’t stated outright - it wasn’t said.
This is a requirement of recovery.
Reblog If You’ve Ever Been Roasted By Your Tarot Deck
monica bellucci for dolce & gabbana ss 1995
Krimewatch, London
a yearbook I found in the desert, nice cover really
Favorite place to be kissed?
Behold, a raven saying “Hello”.
lil ith
Tfw ur grandparents are refugees so they hoard literally every single fucking thing bc they lived through losing everything