#innerchild

[relatablejoe]

When was the last time you did something just for the pure joy of it? 🍦✨ Today, I’m giving you permission to stop worrying about perfection and reconnect with your inner child. Dance in your kitchen, laugh until your sides ache, and savor the sweetness of the moment without any strings attached. Life is too precious to be anything but happy. Let your heart be light and your soul be free! 💖

[aistoqe]

maybe we were meant to frolic and talk to animals and stare at the sky and feel the ground beneath our feet and watch the ocean as it crashes on the shore and trace shapes in the clouds and look at pretty flowers and make handmade gifts and tell silly jokes and smile and laugh and love

[philiosart]

Healing my inner child by indulging in my interests again

Healing my inner teen by allowing myself to be cringe about it

[princesspawzzz]

✧.*•☆.°~Preschool nostalgia baby~°.☆•*.✧

~ 🎒🌈🖍️🫧🧮🐛🧸~

[adviceformefromme]

Endurance becomes toxic when you overstay the meeting that’s pressing your nerves, you agree to extend the lunch date to dinner with the guy you’re feeling icky around, you endure the phone call with your dad despite feeling agitated because you had afternoon plans to work on your business during that one free hour in your day. You endure. And it comes at a cost. One that is very expensive for your peace, your balance and your wellbeing. Enduring and people pleasing go hand in hand, and the reason you do this so easily is because you were conditioned to endure. Endure the abuse, endure the suffering, endure the discomfort. But the only difference here is you’re not a child anymore, you don’t need to suffer., and most likely in silence.  It’s become almost second nature to stay put in an uncomfortable situatuion. It’s what you’ve always known….But that doesn’t make it right. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to. No one is holding a gun to your head (even if it feels like it). Often it’s a case of not even seeing the error in your ways,  you are simply asleep to your own behaviour. But this message is here to wake you up. To quit wasting your precious energy on people, situations, and phone calls that are actually LEECHING your life force. It’s time to stand up, walk away, hang up the phone. Become unavailable. No more endurance. No more freezing in the moments you need to be walking away. No more saying yes when you mean to say no. It ends here. But it begins with awareness. Become aware of where you endure, what situations. And practise. Practise for the next 7 days, how can I exit an uncomfortable situation? How can I remove myself and quit enduring. See it. And take action from that place, because believe me, if you are a people pleaser your life will be filled with opportunities to quit enduring. Filled with agreements that betray your soul, your purpose. Filled with staying silent at the expense of your own peace. So this is the challenge, can you practise breaking ties with this toxic behaviour? Can you quit enduring at the cost of your own peace? 

[selfloverainbow]

This is from one of my Tumblr Memes.

"The moon is proud of you, so are the stars, and so is the sun. The aliens are watching you, a little confused about your life choices but are proud of you too."

[freekoaladonut]

No Shame Baby! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

[veiledsage]

The Shadow

What is the shadow?

My personal shadow is not so dark. Not so scary. It’s just a little boy who is afraid.

There is nothing wrong with fear. But growing up wired to believe that you must not be afraid… that is really scary.

When this little kid started knocking on my door, asking for some comfort, it was the first time someone noticed him.

This kid is a genius. A master at hiding intentions and emotions. A master at orchestrating situations and people behind the scenes.

He never had big aspirations for himself. He knew his capabilities. He knew he could be the main character. He just realized early that this was not the point.

Despite everyone telling him he was smart and talented, he didn’t want the spotlight. All he ever wanted was to be around people who are loved and connected.

But it never worked. He didn’t understand why. He missed a key point: only he sees the world this way.

This haunted him. He never felt truly connected with anyone… besides animals.

Countless nights he spent trying to understand others. Life. Death. Something was always off. The narrative of the world never resonated. He thought: everyone resonates except me. There must be something wrong with me. Why can’t anyone else see what I see? Why does no one care about what I care about?

As I listened to this kid day by day, the tears I wept kept flooding.

All his life, he thought he was wrong. He blamed himself for everything around him. He tried desperately to fix it but kept failing.

He had a brother who never answered, a father who showed friendship and support but one day disappeared, and a mother who would do anything to see him happy… but the little boy could never really be happy.

He didn’t want to be happy. He knew this was not the goal. All he wanted was to be felt and understood.

As he grew older, his heart turned colder. Disappointed by his never-ending failed attempts at connection, he started faking it.

He put on masks every time he went out. They broke when he returned home. He kept creating new ones.

One day, he perfected the art. He made a mask so good it made him look exactly like everyone else. He finally learned how to be part of society.

Little did he know this would be the last mask he’d ever wear. Why? Because he did such a good job that he himself forgot he was wearing it.

And now I understand this little kid. I see his face behind my mask.

As I talked to him, reality lost its meaning. The line between past, present, and future became a tiny fracture. I started seeing his face everywhere— in the darkness of the night, as a blurry, distorted reflection in mirrors.

His willpower and dedication could never be contained behind a mask. This tiny fracture of time and space was all it took to shatter his masterpiece into a million pieces, revealing countless fractures already waiting to be seen.

As I write this, the little boy is proud. His perspective is finally seen. He can rest and stop creating new masks.

If he knew how many people were cut by the pieces of his broken masks, he probably would have made them anyway.

But the last one was different. This mask’s million pieces cut a single person: the only person who ever truly understood and loved him.

In trying to protect himself from past experiences, he had been blind to the fact that in front of him stood someone who loved and cared for him.