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Inner child wanted me to draw them ♡
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Coping Self , Multiself , Trauma Self
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OC Maeve Prime
@mystoriesmylives all I gotta say is Thrawn and Onora make some BEAUTIFUL children! They grow up so fast! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
ID: This is a fully rendered digital painting of a Chiss OC by the name of Maeve Prime. She is the second child of Onora and Thrawn; the only one of which that Inherited Onora's red hair, and just like any other sibling, she loves to annoy her brother Ivo. She is rather stubborn, her headstrong traits derivitive of either parent while her preminition abilities come directly from her mother. As pictured, from an early age she has had an unabashed love for fashion, blossoming into a beautiful model later in life. Here she is, playing cheerfully with her child self. Tap for higher quality. 👆🏽
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midday ramble on friendships, avoidance, & finding community;
Thinking about how I could manage multiple jobs, responsibilities, and still make space for everyone else's baggage and bs, all of high school/early college. If I got just a little bit back of the pieces of myself I gave away over the years, I know l'd be eternally grateful. Maybe I'm just too soft for all of this. I'm not built for casual in any regard, friendships or otherwise
Reflecting on the loss of childhood friendships in my early twenties, I’ve learned that asking for transparency, reciprocity, and to be considered is apparently too much for the wrong people. Let’s be real, it’s scary to bring things up with people when they’ve been used to you being one way for so long. When they’re accustomed to you being an earpiece, a sounding board, an object, a sponge that just exists to absorb all their issues and concerns. The strong one. The mom friend. The one who has it together. What happens when that person needs support? Radio silence. And it still didn't turn me into self-centered, self-serving *protecting my peace* ass bitch like ya'll
Today, I'm a creating the space for the anger and disappointment over past mistreatments to exist. But overall, I'm grateful for the people who showed me they were never meant for me. That I was shrinking myself to fit in with people and places that wouldn't piss on me if I were on fire. Maybe they were the right people at the time, maybe I was for them. I still believe most things happen to teach us something, if we’re open to receiving those lessons that is. Thank you all for pushing me towards friendships where there's effort to seek mutual understanding. For making me confront my loneliness, insecurities, and shortcomings. My abandonment issues. For teaching me how to love my interests and speak kindly about my body. For showing me exactly who I do and don't wanna be like. That I survived all of this and I would survive your absence too. And finally, for teaching me to truly love and accept myself no matter who is in or out of my life. Thanks, fuckers.
To be in community is to be inconvenienced at times. It means sometimes we lose time, energy, and sleep to make sure the people we love are taken care of. We do this with the trust that they'll be there for us when we're down (because it’s also the right thing), and not discard us when things get slightly overwhelming or they don't feel like dealing with it. We both know l've been there for you, even at my own expense too. One day when you wake up in the middle of the night wondering where the hell it all went wrong and why you’re so goddamn lonely all the time you're going to think of me. You're going to think of me, and then you'll think of you — and how you run, and can't commit to anything, and complain, and shift blame onto everyone but yourself.
I know what it looks like when people are lying to themselves. What addiction and avoidance look like. You can lie to yourself, but not to me.
Not everything is always about us or how comfortable we feel. What I'm saying is that if you're lonely and miserable and seeking support, you need to be willing to give it. Even when you feel like you don't have the capacity. A lot of you hate to hear it, but there are gonna be times you have to be there for people even when your mind is in the gutter. I've done it. I've seen a lot of people RUN from the opportunity. I know it's hard. But you can't outrun yourself or your problems forever. It's a miserable life.
There are moments in friendships and relationships where you get to make a decision that either strengthens your bond or starts chipping away at it. The decisions you make, the moments you choose to show up (or not show up), matter. This applies to me as well! Looking back, I can always draw a line through specific moments that contributed toward the unraveling of a close relationship. Hindsight.
How individualistic people are becoming makes me feel resentful some days. And I don't want to be that. I want to beat the odds. I want to surround myself with reliable, trustworthy friendships. People who aren't sucked into meaningless dick-measuring contests, aesthetics, social media, and always chasing trends. I want to be around people who think critically and don't pretend to know everything. People who form their own opinions and seldom judge others. I want to be around people who are committed to bettering themselves and their environments (and not just performing activism or goodness). Character and integrity. Ownership and relational responsibility. I want grace and reconciliation and forgiveness and understanding and compassion. I want spontaneous outings, drop-in visits, and little celebrations. I want honesty and accountability. I choose to be around the safe, warm, considerate, protective, and encouraging people my child self deserved.
I'm willing to give all these things so I know there are people out there who are as well.
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p.s. not being around entitled, self-victimizing complainers all the time is life changing!!!! I haven’t really found myself complaining about any given situation in over two years now. If I can find a solution, I’ll find one. If I can’t, I’ll pivot. It’s never the end of the world !
You really are who you surrounded yourself with (even if that’s temporarily just you <3) The right people and moments will come. Free yourself and be more of ~you~ whenever you’re able
People who are truly good with themselves don’t really care about what other people are doing all the time. The humblest, most gracious people I know want to see others succeed. They don’t constantly compare themselves and they make conscious effort to build fruitful communities. If you’re playing oppression olympics and want other people to suffer as you have, you clearly have not been through enough (:
Well it's my birthday!
This means that I'll tell a bit about my childhood that makes me think a lot.
There was a school that I wanted to burn down by using witchcraft. Which "witchcraft" was just grass and rocks.
The reason was because that school was racist!
“He was lovable the way a child is lovable, and he was capable of returning love with a childlike purity. If love is nevertheless excluded from his work, it's because he never quite felt that he deserved to receive it. He was a lifelong prisoner on the island of himself. What looked like gentle contours from a distance were in fact sheer cliffs. Sometimes only a little of him was crazy, sometimes nearly all of him, but, as an adult, he was never entirely not crazy.” —Jonathan Franzen
Gentleness by Michael Whelan