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I will reblog this every time I see it.
died and came back as a cowboy i call that reintarnation
He has that sadness in his eyes that you only see in Eastern European gay porn
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i hate the trope of kids giving their favorite stuffed animal to a younger child as a sign of compassion and coming of age, as if this is something that should be expected of kids as they grow up
im 22 and i dont care who you are you’ll have to pry my ikea shark out of my cold dead hands
I can’t remember the name of the study, but there was a theory, supported by pretty good evidence, that if you have your comforter, be it blanket, plush, pacifier, whatever, taken away when you’re not ready to give it up, even if you’re a dinky little kid, it can have really long lasting effects. People who kept their comforters into adulthood were less likely to smoke, drink or do drugs, tended to have better family relations and home lives etc, while those that saw their comforter removed or destroyed were more likely to be drawn to more serious “comforts” elsewhere. The more extreme the removal, the more extreme the result. Typically.
We learn at our own pace to make and break connections and emotional ties, and the situation is forced upon us, we seek comfort. But whoa wait, you can’t possibly have comfort anymore, you’re five. You’re a big kid now.
So when parents are forcing you to “grow up” by tearing the only comfort in the world from you, they could actually be messing you up big time.
In psychology they’re called “transitional objects” and they help the neurobiological process of helping children learn to internalize the experience of being loved and cared for, which is an essential part of learning to regulate your emotions. They are REALLY important.
I wonder what it means psychologically that I’ve started getting a few more for myself?
Well, there’s a process we call “re-parenting yourself” where you give yourself the love you missed out on in childhood, and thereby start to heal the pain you’ve carried since then. And using childhood comfort objects can be part of that.
Oh..
Oh my god…
In the year of the lord 2018 our grown asses start healing.
This makes me feel less bad for being an adult that still sleeps with a teddy bear. My parents tease me about it but they never took any comfort items away from me.
Its effing 2020 and I sleep with my stuffed ShibaInu and an IronMan plushy. Omg wtf.
tfw your boyfriend is big and buff and wears leather jackets.
as my bitch friend sasuke would say……….tch…………..pathetic
Brain: OH! you did something stupid that will probably make you boyfriend break up with you?! Let's remember every reason why you are no good girlfriend material! :D
I wrote this a long time ago maybe 7 years ago so around 2013 or 2014 and I was in a toxic relationship.
He controlled everything: our dates, my clothes, my friends, my food, my social media, my music, my art, my sexuality.
Everything.
And he made me feel so inadequate, everything I did was wrong somehow and I had to be grateful because despite all of this, all my flaws and shortcomings, he was still with me. He still "loved me".
And then he left me for another person, she was younger than me, skinnier, prettier. She was everything he had always tried to mold me into. She was everything I thought I wasn't. Everything he wanted me to think I wasn't.
And then I broke down because it had finally happened, he was finally done with me and my "bullshit". I cried myself to sleep for weeks. I stopped eating. I stopped everything, because he was so ingrained into my life that I didn't know how to function without him anymore.
I met my current boyfriend when I was still dating this asshole, we were friends and he helped me to rebuild myself after the fallout, to get out, make new friends, focuse on my career, take care of myself and be independent. He had a girlfriend at the time, so we were really good friends back then. Just friends. And he had already done more for me that the supposed love of my life.
And one day, six months after he left, on my fucking birthday, my ex called me late at night, he wanted to know how I was and if I had a good birthday. This was but a booty call, I realized he just wanted a quick fuck when he casually mentioned that he was again single. He had a fight with his girlfriend, because he had wanted to bring his mother to date-night as he used to do with me, and that she had broken up with him when he refused to back down. I was just available, not missed, not wanted, not loved. Just a girl to fuck without much fuss. I felt such and admiration for her in that moment, because apparenty she WAS everything I wasn't back then, she was strong, had selfsteem, she had been backed into a corner and unlike me she had fought back. She realized that he wasn't worth shit and dumped his ass.
And I wanted to be her more than ever, not because I wanted him back, but because I wanted him gone. I wanted to be strong and tell him to fuck off just like she had.
And thats what I did. I told him I was done. That he could go and cry on someone elses shoulder, that I had given him everything I was for five years and that it was the last time he asked something of me. I hung up and blocked his number.
I am now in a happy relationship, I feel loved, desired, appreciated, supported and respected. He loves me, he has show it many times and he continues to do so. We fight and get mad but we can talk it out. Is not "you did this, fix it", is "we are here, lets fix it" and I've never been happier.
I guess I just wanted to say that it gets better guys. That you can always get out of it. That you can better youself FOR YOURSELF, not for someone else.
I look back at all that has happened during this past four years and I cannot believe it.

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How remarkable
To still have feelings for you after all this years.
Do you ever just wanna sit in someones lap and straddle them but not even in the sexy way, in the I just wanna wrap myself around you and lay my head on your shoulder with my face pressed against your neck you kinda way
Everyday
no but i want to die
When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere.
Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.
The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay.
Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.

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My father was angry when he picked me up from work.
And he began actually voicing his thoughts ( something very rare) and I was so dissapointed in every thig that came out of his mouth, like he was just beign angry at everything for no reason.
I just realized this is my ranting blog.
I just complain. When did I became such a bitter person?