#throughts

[eightbitpale]

Desperate to know why thrawn starts to wear the eyeliner in rebels. I mean he MIGHT have been wearing it the whole time in the books and nobody mentioned it? But I honestly believe Eli Vanto’s gay ass inner monologue would have been on that like white on rice if that were the case

[icecats3]

this sure was a day haha... T-T

[hopelesslywlw]

I saw you walking down the street

I used to hold my breath everytime I saw you

Now, I just walked past you.

Like strangers.

Just how you wanted it.

[obsidiloom]

I am like this, fragile and stubborn. Sometimes lost, sometimes determined. There are moments when I know exactly what I want and others when I question myself and doubt every step. I often surprise myself and not always in a good way. I can be gentle and present, but also distant, absent, or unreadable. My thoughts intertwine, my emotions tangle, and I keep going. Sometimes I wish I could completely withdraw, to stop feeling, acting, existing. Other times I throw myself into life, into the world, into sensations all at once. I laugh, I am moved, I get frustrated, I am amazed all at the same time, sometimes with intensity, sometimes barely. I wear no mask, even though some parts of me remain hidden. There are areas I have never explored, wounds I keep closed, scars I touch gently. I am impatient, slow, contradictory, strange, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. I carry my mistakes, my anger, my doubts, but also my small victories, flashes of clarity, moments of courage. I do not seek perfection and I do not need anyone to fully understand me. I just want to exist, to stand, even when I feel uncertain or shaky. I search for myself, I find myself, I lose myself, and I keep going. I am silence and turmoil, restraint and impulse, fear and curiosity. I am what is created in each moment, what defends itself, what reveals itself. I am my contradictions, my limits, my wounds, my sparks. I am my choices, my renunciations, my attempts, my mistakes. I am chaos and order, haste and slowness, clarity and fog. I am the gaze I cast on myself, on who I am and who I am not. I am the one who moves forward even when uncertain, trembling, hesitant. I am the one who breathes, who walks, who feels. I am the one who persists even when everything in me wants to hide. I am the one who tries to stay whole, even if it is imperfect, even if it is slow, even if it is complicated. I am this self that I protect, that I discover, that I learn to accept. I am all of this, and this is me, with my strengths, my fragilities, my sparks, my retreats. I am this self, imperfect, sincere, alive.

[zitongzi]

If i may confess. I sometimes worry that my defesnse of china and the PRC will end up driving every other chinese person who i want to be friends with away.

I worry that in my defense of the PRC i am being han chauvanistic and racist and also defending the faults with the PRC.

I worry that my faith in the PRC is misplaced and that i am letting my own disires cloud myself from the truth.

What if everyone else was correct. What if the PRC is everything that people accuse it of being.

[patriciacraftcute021]

“You have a bad posture” I’m sorry…my wings are heavy (╥﹏╥)

[gedankentumult]

Maybe I didn’t lose love, but my best friend. And now?

[jt1674]

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