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Having a fucked up jaw vs the need to always be eating something crunchy
Is there a post that says “that’s just the way the pussy crumbles” or did my brain just make that up for no good reason
Gonna try and give up all social media so i can lock in and finish my masters degree. Wish me luck y’all, I’ll miss tumblr most. Try not to come up with any shitty new updates while I’m gone
Was trying to encourage myself by saying “you can do the hard thing” and “do it scared” but instead my brain just combined them and I said “do it hard.”
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You might think growing up is recognizing how much 14 year old you didn’t know or how many mistakes you made and leaving the person you were then in the rearview but actually growing up is seeing how much 14 year old you was right.
I’m writing my major research paper for my masters degree on creative writing as an embodied space for self discovery and I’m doing if for 14 year old me who wrote a million oc centred fanfics to deal with all the confusing questions i didn’t have the answers to then—who wanted to see myself in stories before i could fully put into words who I was.
I’m now writing full-length original novels compiling all the themes and character types I’ve been obsessing over for the last decade. I’m able to do that because teenage me started writing whatever I could and never gave up the practice.
I’m on testosterone and happier in my body than I’ve ever been because teenage me kept writing stories of female mcs disguising themselves as men and eventually I picked up the hints I was giving myself.
I’m still here at all because 14 year old me chose to live another day, and then another, and then another. And life is complex, messy, even scary at times now, but it is so much better.
I don’t know what the point of all this was but I wish I could go back and tell them. And thank them. No matter how much I change, every past version of me still exists within me, and they all brought me to who I am now. Maybe the point is that if you’re trying to be kinder to yourself in the present, that means being kinder to the past too. Because you’re probably not as different as you think.
Checking my bank account really is a hero’s journey
The Ordinary World: I am going about my life spending money without a care in the world
The Call to Adventure: I make some larger purchases and think I should probably check where I’m at
Refusing the Call to Adventure: I avoid looking at my account for several days
Meeting the Mentor: my mom transfers me a bit of money to help with a necessary expense
Crossing the Threshold: I log in to the banking app
Test, Allies, and Enemies: Test—I answer my security question, allies—I see my TFSA is going up, enemies—I see how much I spent on coffee this month
Approach to the Inmost Cave: I go to check my credit card
The Ordeal: It’s more than I thought, the purchases have built up due to me ignoring them. I grit my teeth as I pay it off.
The Reward: my amount owing is back to zero. The stress lifts. I am free.
The Road Back: But wait, the strife has not yet ended. There is another charge in my authorized that has not yet been posted.
Resurrection: with the power of cash sent to me by my grandpa for Christmas, I replenish my chequing account and I slay the final credit card charge, emerging stronger on the other side.
Return With the Elixir: This is the only part that doesn’t occur. I am not changed at all by my journey and it will happen again a month from now.
i may not be big tiddy goth girlfriend material but i could be your small tiddy goth boyfriend. if you even care
