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sometimes there’s no getting over trauma. you get better at handling the triggers: something you would vomit over now makes you desperately cling to reality and interact, interact, interact rather than getting lost in your head. you joke and you laugh a little bit harder at a friend’s joke, you drive a little bit faster while trying to be as careful as possible, you scream your heart out to a song you hear on the radio and you DO NOT focus on the images in your brain.
And then slowly, thankfully, you manage going through the motions of dinner and the evening is almost over and you chill on the couch with your cat and you’re like “huh. This isn’t going to go away. But I’m still here.” and it’s all you have and you suddenly realise it matters. It matters, you’re still here. That’s all you have.
“It’s not fair” you tell yourself. But you used to shout it. You used to sob through the words. You used to not even be able to think those words because you thought yourself somehow made to absorb all of that ugliness, it was your purpose. You used to not think at all because at first you were reduced to an animal little thing who was hurt hurt hurt and whose only instinct was fight and survive.
“It’s not fair” you tell yourself. As you make yourself dinner. As you eat through the nausea. As you wash your face and brush your hair and put on your pyjamas and go to bed. “It’s not fair” you tell yourself, mourning the self that was not safe because you now know what safe can feel like.
“It’s not fair,” but it’s progress and it’s all you have.
sometimes there’s no getting over trauma. you get better at handling the triggers: something you would vomit over now makes you desperately cling to reality and interact, interact, interact rather than getting lost in your head. you joke and you laugh a little bit harder at a friend’s joke, you drive a little bit faster while trying to be as careful as possible, you scream your heart out to a song you hear on the radio and you DO NOT focus on the images in your brain.
And then slowly, thankfully, you manage going through the motions of dinner and the evening is almost over and you chill on the couch with your cat and you’re like “huh. This isn’t going to go away. But I’m still here.” and it’s all you have and you suddenly realise it matters. It matters, you’re still here. That’s all you have.
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Robert Borlase Smart - Moonlight on the Grand Canal, Venice (ca. 1924)
In April 1924, Smart and his wife accompanied George and Minnie Turland Goosey on a visit to Venice. Minnie recorded, “We arrived in Venice at midnight with a full moon turning the place into an artist’s dream of heaven. It was as if it had all been rehearsed and timed perfectly. Around each turn in the smaller canals, we passed other gondolas whose occupants were singing softly, some to the accompaniment of mandolins, and there were those who were silent like ourselves just drinking in the beauty of it all. Moonlight in Venice is wonderful. George told me afterwards B.S., our Artist friend, unconsciously held his hand in a firm grip murmuring, ‘I can’t believe its true, it must be a dream’. This painting, which was hung at the Paris Salon in 1927, aims to capture that moment and is a very daring composition. (source)
these don’t quite work the same way here as on insta carousel but I like the look. I miss scrapbooking
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Fairy tale illustrations by Nadezhda Illarionova
Another year passes with Herman Mellville gone. god I miss him so much. Those long summer evenings when we would run barefoot on the beach. Staying up to 4am watching movies and laughing.
Artist is Richard Claremont: (website) (instagram)

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This is really funny on dark mode
On dark mode this is like a clown trying to hide behind a light pole.