#new self

[agirlwithglam]

do you realise you could have a bit of fun and just be a new person...?

like hmm maybe you could go for the mysterious smart girl vibes who is always reading or perhaps you feel more baddie and doesn't give a f about anything & she speaks with no embarrassment and with complete confidence or another one that i love is the girly girlypop who is super pink and has a bubbly fun personality ORRR go full on bratz energy and walk with a skip in your step, look fashionably fashionable & just love life!

yes its good to have somewhat of (good) reputation but never feel tied to the person you were yesterday. you owe it to no one to be who you were in the past. at any moment, any day you can change who you want to be and the vibe of your day.

you can also give yourself a new name for that day to keep private to yourself and it can completely change your energy & how you perceive things which then changes the way you talk and act which then changes the way others treat you and how your day goes!

[a-path-by-the-moon]

[traveledlight]

The Shape of Who We Became

I. @ashesinverses

The mirror holds a stranger,

but everyone else calls it me.

A reflection of gone days,

I don’t even remember.

So I move through familiar streets,

invisible in the skin they remember,

trying to find a hidden spot,

far away from the words

they use as ammunition.

They don’t know me anymore,

still they pretend they do,

clinging to the picture of the old me,

pale colors,

cracked canvas,

outdated,

shutting their eyes

whenever they see me.

They don’t want to see or hear,

like I just speak against a wall,

my voice fading,

my body empty,

while they call me names,

that aren’t even mine.

I am a story rewritten,

but everyone reads the old chapters

over and over again,

as if they could never tire of the old lines.

Every glance meets a face frozen in time,

an ice sculpture I can’t recognize,

unaware of who I’ve become.

Somewhere between who I was

and who I am,

I wait to be understood,

but even my old version

seemed to be incomprehensible.

Me,

trapped in a glass dome,

shielded from everyone.

II. @traveledlight

I see the way

you look at yourself—

like something misplaced,

like a name

that no longer fits.

They call you

by what you used to be,

hold you

to a version of you

that no longer breathes.

I know that feeling—

being split

between who I was

and who I am becoming,

judged

for what I left behind.

But I have danced

with my demons,

bled through tears—

I have become

something unrecognizable.

A version of myself

that should have been met

at the right time.

I don’t wear

the name of my past—

it no longer breathes.

And I won’t wait

for anyone

to catch up

to the shape

I’ve grown into.

So hear me—

you are not

the reflection

they hold onto.

You are

everything

that came after.

And maybe

they don’t recognize you—

because you survived

something

they never saw.

[howifeltabouthim]

'I think after a while, if you pretend to be something you're not, it eventually becomes who you are.'

Brandon Taylor, from Minor Black Figures

[gennsoup]

The old self does not like her displacement. She resents the new tenant sprucing up her disorderly house.

Erica Jong, Lullaby for a Dybbuk

[jazmine-here]

Jazmine.

My name is Jazmine, a reemerging writer who tinkers with art. I was dubbed "Jazzy-B-Real" in my youth and "Otherwise_Uncolonized" in my young adulthood.

Jazzy-B-Real:

Otherwise_Uncolonized:

My experimental youtube page was "Constellations of Neverland" at one point. I've been offline since 2020. In 2024, I saw people online celebrating my middle school and high school art while wishing me well due to my disappearance. I'm happy to say that I am well after a rough post-Covid era and a lot of growing up. During Covid's reign, I had purged the internet of what I viewed to be carbon footprints, yet people have kept the light alive in some dust clouds.

I am eternally grateful to you all for retaining such light. As the blooming adult I am now, I've learned to view everything with balance—including the broken person I was—and there are lovely works that I dearly miss as a result. Those works are the "darlings" from my young life.

All in all, I'm in the heat of writing original work. You may see previews here. Thank you so much to those who have saved some of my fandom pieces:

[shewritesingalaxies]

The Light That Shapes Me

“I am not who I was, and not yet who I will be—but I am being shaped by every light I choose to follow.”

The light that was bright, Had to fade, we have grown, I want to say.

The light inside me, Had the glow, it flowed, Like a river and joined the ocean of glow.

I dipped the pen in the ocean, Wrote the untold story still, Drawn the drawing still unfold, Colours on the paper that flow.

There is always a stop, a waterfall, A place where the glow fall down, For some time, it came back,

With a process, That cut stones and shaped them, To what I become after.