#knowing thyself

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

After a while, if someone can't feel you, feel your needs without you having to constantly tell them or explain your needs like a needy little bitch every single time you have a fucking need, they're probably not the one, probably not even friend material. At some point, if they really know and love and want you, they know your needs. They can even anticipate your needs -- because your needs become their own -- but if they don't and have no desire to, it's probably because they never did and never will.

[great-wide-world]

3.

 I’m sorry to my old ‘best’ friends if you think this writing is about you, I’m sorry to my ‘almost’ lovers if you think these about you, but you’re wrong and the truth of the matter is, my writing is not about or targeted at anybody in particular. My writing is my own person vent system, a way to experience and let out every emotion that my mind is forcing my body to feel.  I have been truly out of contact with my emotions lately and I have to admit that I feel like this is true for half the people my age, and that their growth is plummeting.   And I truly feel bad for them. I need to get back to myself, and since no aspect of my life is working out in my favour lately, I need to start somewhere to make a change.  No more waiting for that call, no more “doing it tomorrow” no more giving in to other people’s selfish bullshit.  Impatiently waiting for life to get better is one hell of a wait, it’s like sitting in your least favourite class, staring at the clock as the seconds drag on as your heart pumps so loud, just waiting to stand up and feel f r e e.  But for the time being, I need to get a few things off my chest and deal with the circumstances that I am given, for I know that there are others out there who would kill to have mine. ~t h a n k f u l~

[johnesimpson]

Only You, and You Alone

Louise Erdrich, Garrison Keillor, et al.: 'Only You, and You Alone'

Only You, and You Alone

[Image: “PADC12-15 Being stripped,” the enigmatic title of this work by a photographer who identifies himself — at least on Flickr — as “(T)imothep.” The piece was offered there under a Creative Commons license (thank you!), and of course that’s how I’ve reused it here.] From whiskey river (italicized lines): Advice to Myself #2: Resistance Resist the thought that you may need a savior, or another special being to walk beside you… [Read the rest]

[libralady33]

core

-nature

-calm

-cottage

-forest

-meadow

-warm

[johnesimpson]

We Know What We Know, Even If We Don't Know We Do

Václav Havel, John W. Gardner, Jenny Ofill: 'We Know What We Know, Even If We Don't Know We Do'

[Image: “Lost: The Way In,” by John E. Simpson. (Photo shared here under a Creative Commons License; for more information, see this page at RAMH.)] From whiskey river: There are no exact guidelines. There are probably no guidelines at all. The only thing I can recommend at this stage is a sense of humor, an ability to see things in their ridiculous and absurd dimensions, to laugh at others and…

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[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

I've done a lot of stuff in my days...some crazy stuff, some wild stuff, some risky stuff, some ridiculous stuff...but nothing ever scared me as much as that time I was forced to really get to know myself.

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

And what’s funny to me is how I hardly talk about my deafness or my HS or my disability. I talk about relationships and shit like that. I talk about worldly issues and the end time and my faith. I talk about people’s shitty behaviors and humanity in general. I post original art and music and photography and writings. I open online shops to sell original shit I make out of my own creative mind. I’ve raised humans to become adults and good, decent people. I’ve been a wife and mother and artist and writer for over two decades—despite the deafness and HS and despite the disability. I’m currently writing a fucking epic adventure novel. I’ve blogged until the sun came up and long after it went down.

I’ve stuck around.

That is not a victim, bitch.

That is not the behavior of a person with “victim mentality” either.

Fucking call it right or get outta the game.

I am a VICTOR now and forever!

[unreconstructedfangirl]

Timothée Chalamet is the most beautiful boy. Seriously, can you imagine having a face like this? How does he even?

He's way too young for me to actually find him sexy, but he's such an aesthetic confection. He makes me wish I was 16 years old again so I could just go all the way and collage pictures of him, with his red lips and perfectly tousled curls, wearing pink, dove grey satin, florals, suits in powder blue china patterns, and self-consciously fashiony streetwear on my bedroom walls and sigh about it. 16-year-old me would so be driving that bandwagon. As things stand, though, he’s 5 years younger than my son, so that would just be weird. Plus, I doubt my husband would be into our new wallpaper.

He also makes me wish that I had been a better emotional mathematician when I was 16, because in retrospect, it’s clear to me now that I have always loved slight, soft boys with delicate features and intense, feminine beauty, and it took WAY TOO LONG to figure out why. When I was 15 or 16, and super into the British make-up boys of the 80's, my mom told me that when I grew up, I'd like "real" men. I felt very ashamed of myself for my preferences, and spent years trying to find big, rough-animal-type dudes attractive, but I've never succeeded in that, and I never will, and I only managed to do that math decades later.

So, long story short, Timothée Chalamet is beautiful. He makes me wish I could go back in time to when I was 16 knowing what I know now, so could enjoy my crushes on pretty boys without shame, and make out with girls.