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Latest Posts by michelle-ish - Page 5
I don't know if any of you had the same experience as me, but I tried therapy when I was a teenager living in an abusive household and thought it was a waste of time. Ultimately my biggest problems (dad) were beyond my control and no amount of coping would make them better. Now that I'm an adult with actual control over my life and don't live with my dad anymore therapy is MUCH more helpful.
If any of you had bad experiences with therapy when you were younger it may be worth it to try again now.
part 5
The fidelius prince charming
Once Upon A Dream / J'en ai Rêvé
Note: It took me 3 days to paint the backgrounds. It’s very hard to mimic Sleeping Beauty’s background. Especially the trees! I want to give up a few times. But, I pushed myself because I know I need to learn. And what’s better than to learn something by making something you like?
𝓐 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 It’s a fact that Malfoy cried the most on their wedding day
𝓐 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 It’s a fact that Malfoy cried the most on their wedding day
Very odd choice in friendship text this generation.
Very odd choice in friendship text this generation.
Rey, After. (part 2)
Rey continues to wrestle with healing old wounds in the Force by restoring the violent planet of Tatooine. Ties into my World Between Worlds Ben Solo series.
Part 1 here
World Between Worlds Ben Solo
Discuss this @ Psych2go
yall remember this guy
A personal project adapting my favorite Jane Austen book. This book is a huge influence on me and I remeber watching the 2005 movie and the mini series when I was really young and barely knew English. Even with only three weeks to do it, I’m glad to have done and finished it.
My Facebook meme groups DELIVERED
i just read a washington post article on romcoms aging poorly due to the pushiness (and oft-stalkery conduct) of the male characters therein, and it got me thinking about pride and prejudice, and specifically darcy saying, “one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”
because, like, that’s the seldom-portrayed romantic dream in the patriarchal hellscape that is our world, isn’t it?
a dude being willing to say, “i understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, and i’ll leave you alone forever about this if my attention is unwanted.”
so simple, yet so wonderful in its basic human decency
Ultimate Spider-Man - Revealed
Fight fight fight fight then be friends please
“Women do not simply have faces, as men do; they are identified with their faces. Men have a naturalistic relation to their faces. Certainly they care whether they are good-looking or not. They suffer over acne, protruding ears, tiny eyes; they hate getting bald. But there is a much wider latitude in what is esthetically acceptable in a man’s face than what is in a woman’s. A man’s face is defined as something he basically doesn’t need to tamper with; all he has to do is keep it clean. He can avail himself of the options for ornament supplied by nature: a beard, a mustache, longer or shorter hair. But he is not supposed to disguise himself. What he is “really” like is supposed to show. A man lives through his face; it records the progressive stages of his life. And since he doesn’t tamper with his face, it is not separate from but is completed by his body – which is judged attractive by the impression it gives of virility and energy. By contrast, a woman’s face is potentially separate from her body. She does not treat it naturalistically. A woman’s face is the canvas upon which she paints a revised, corrected portrait of herself. One of the rules of this creation is that the face not show what she doesn’t want it to show. Her face is an emblem, an icon, a flag. How she arranges her hair, the type of make-up she uses, the quality of her complexion – all these are signs, not of what she is “really” like, but of how she asks to be treated by others, especially men. They establish her status as an “object.”
Susan Sontag, The Double Standard of Aging
Tony’s children
i think a big thing that disconcerts adults about learning new skills is that learning as an adult means you are very aware of how bad you are at the beginning in a way children aren’t.
i picked up the saxophone when i was 11 and played until i was about 17. by the end of it i was first chair in our highest ensemble, a district honor band player, etc. but at the beginning – and this is important – i was bad. for the first year or so, i had no rhythm, i couldn’t make my tongue line up with my fingers, i was consistently sharp, etc. etc. other kids actually made fun of me for my lack of skill.
but 11 year old me didn’t care. 11 year old me practiced, but she also thought that being able to play the pink panther made her incredible (i shudder in retrospect). i mean, i was aware i wasn’t a master, but my skill level didn’t deter me from wailing out those notes in a way that i’m sure had my band director questioning his career decisions.
right now, i’m trying to pick up the guitar. it’s a very different instrument from the saxophone, and i struggle a lot with things like strumming patterns and barre chords. and sometimes i don’t want to play, because i know i’m bad at guitar. and sometimes i beat myself up when stumbling through a poor acoustic rendition of Everybody Wants to Rule the World because it’s not how i want it to sound. and it’s made even more frustrating because i can navigate the saxophone so smoothly.
but then i remember that i have to think like a kid. i might not be the best at guitar by any stretch of the imagination, but every little bit of progress is still progress. humility is a big part of learning, but if you treat a practice session like your own private concert, it becomes so much more fun, even if you’re bad like i am. when you’re first picking up a skill, whether it be an instrument, or a language, or a fine art, no one is expecting you to be the yo yo ma of that thing. forget about how little you know about the skill and think instead about how much you have to learn – that’s fun! do your best!!
she’s forever stuck taking care of these girls
And That’s That On That.
prophet of the flames
my cleric of light, Flint.
“You’re going down a path I can’t follow”
“She was protecting the last waterbender.”
“What? Who?”
“Me!”
“We are all made of star stuff”
-My astronomy professor at some point this semester