#Compassionate Reflection
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wickedzeevyln Ā· 6 months ago
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Goodnight, Speak Plainly
Goodnight,the colors have bursted,the angels have sung,kindness have been given,and kindness on our pockets we have hoarded all year round,will you give some more?All the promises you’ve made may they wake with you tomorrow. Goodnight,all the love dancing in your eyes tonight isn’t a nightmare, and the life still yet to unfold isn’t a dream.Wake up with hope in your heart, but hope has her hands…
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yujateaandpi Ā· 7 months ago
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Dandadan sketch dump of the codependent duo ever. Quiet boy who loves yapping and loud girl who loves listening, my beloved.
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journal-from-the-heart Ā· 2 years ago
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i think, for trauma survivors, especially those who were emotionally abused, invalidated, or gaslit, it is really important not to underestimate the significance of speaking bluntly about what happened to you. Forcing yourself not to beat around the bush, not to downplay what you went through with your words. say what happened, without any caveats, without any ā€œbut it could’ve been worseā€, ā€œbut i might just be being overdramaticā€, ā€œbut it wasn’t really THAT bad,ā€ and so forth. sit with the discomfort until you can begin to let yourself realize that it WAS that bad, you WERENT being overdramatic, and even if it could’ve been worse you still didn’t deserve it. It’s almost like a form of reclamation, taking back your memories, taking back your life, even the difficult or gross parts, and refusing to let anyone change the narrative or tell you how you should feel anymore, even yourself. and it hurts and it’s scary and it feels weird and awkward and sometimes you want to convince yourself you’re lying, but i think sitting in those weird feelings and letting yourself admit that you really did go through trauma puts the power back in your hands to process things and be compassionate to yourself while you heal
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submersero Ā· 1 year ago
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laughing at how assad zaman has went full sam reid defender of armand. He is that's my little mew mew that is innocent and wants to be protected and loved. I'm just baby
samuel is more assertive, like ā€œno! that's not the real lestat! he didn't kill paul! we haven't seen the real lestat yet! that's the dreamstat. that's just a pov, not lestat. he didn't say that!ā€ kind of funny tbh
while assad is more gentle in a 🄺 ā€œbut have you considered that i love him?ā€ kind of way (same tbh)
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astrogirlythings Ā· 1 year ago
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stoney-baloney-with-cheese Ā· 1 year ago
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Okay so this thought hit me out of nowhere but.
Isn't there something so painfully human about all the fairytales, myths, and legends that start with someone rescuing a baby?
Kaguya, Oedipus, CĆŗ Chulainn, the list goes on across the entire planet.
And when you think about it, it makes sense, doesn't it? A baby is a tiny, helpless thing. We all know instinctually that a baby on its own doesn't have a sliver of a chance. None of the people in these stories needed to take the babies home, few of them get commanded to by a deity or have a vision of some kind, but they did.
Because how could you do anything else? Imagine you're a woodcutter or a farmer or a hunter or something, it doesn't really matter, but you are a person whose job is to go out into nature and do stuff. You go out on a perfectly normal day, doing your thing, and then in the distance, you hear a strange noise. A noise that you really shouldn't be hearing.
A baby crying.
"What the fuck is that?" You think to yourself, and consider just going back to what you were doing. After all, it could be a fae, a demon, or (if you live in mountain lion territory) a big angry cat. Maybe its parents are nearby and just can't calm it down.
But what if they aren't?
What if it is a baby? Alone? You can't just leave a helpless baby out here in the woods.
And that's not even mentioning characters like the messenger from Oedipus Rex, who was ordered by the Queen of his city to take a baby into the mountains and kill it. But how could he do that? He's just a baby. A tiny, fragile, innocent child.
How could he leave a baby to die?
Humans have been caring for children not their own the whole time. And there's something deeply moving to me about that.
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widowshill Ā· 1 year ago
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ā€œHe is not to them what he is to me,ā€ I thought: ā€œhe is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine;—I am sure he is—I feel akin to him—I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him.ā€ Jane Eyre, XVII.
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#''we are very much alikeā€š you and I. I and you. us.'' ''ohā€š except for a sense of honourā€š and decencyā€š and a moral centre.''#āž¤ roger collins & victoria winters. ā”Š pain sometimes precedes pleasure,miss winters.#āž¤ edits & art. ā”Š the evans cottage art gallery.#compilation tag#this is. well idk if it's anything. it's not nothing.#but ... man. i happened upon that line of david's and i simply. yelling. in context... does it mean much? not really.#other than .. partially gesturing to the shared evolution in their relationship with david — from david's hatred and wanting them dead#to open affection and protection. but anyway … their parallelism compels me. their matching outfits!#as though they were … not perfect mirrors to each otherā€š but contorted ones. not quite foilsā€š less than doubles.#a reflection in water — not silver.#Roger’s likeness to Vicki doesn’t feel as immediately obvious (at least to me) as the parallels drawn between he and Carolyn#(who is a collins formed in his own image — physically as well as emotionally; mentally)#Vicki though: outwardly quite different. where roger is callousā€š selfishā€š tempestuousā€š hedonistic;#Vicki is ingenuousā€š compassionateā€š stoicā€š temperate#but they find in each other more of themselves than they’d like to. roger who sees in her not only the imagined weakness of her alliance#with Burkeā€š but the weakness (so perceived) of authentic affectionā€š of curiosityā€š lonelinessā€š even love for his own family. For his son.#the interest in collinwood's ghosts that he would like so well to ignore.#and Vicki who finds herself always with ''a potentiality for corruption.''#she’d like to believe she remains here selflessly — out of love for David and wanting to help him — but it is her own self interest that#keeps her here: wanting to know her pastā€š wanting to know these peopleā€š to be involved with them (no matter how fervently she denies it)#she who typically is calm as still water in suffering their wrongs but can lose her temper as well as roger if pressed.#who begins as almost pure truth but begins to lie — first via omissionā€š then conscious untruths.#who — not without good reason — falls into paranoid suspicion of him just as he had her.#Vicki who is an auditory and visual echo — repeating dialogue; repeating clothing; repeating his haunts of the cliffs and the beach.#anyways. I just think they’re neat :) I love a gothic almost-couple
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yourlocalmissingtexture Ā· 1 year ago
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Being told I have a great personality but like genuinely (I think?) is funny, it’s like on the one hand thank you because compliment but also. what are you seeing? I have a personality?? is it not just the concept of nothingness? what am I even like?
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foxmulderautism Ā· 1 year ago
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don’t even know how to structure the bobby novella bc I’m not sure where his arc would end in that context because overall his arc ends with dying which is not something i would write in his pov, it’s hard to create an arc within his larger arc when it ends like That, and also i have visions from when he’s in his hometown before his diagnosis to the weeks after his diagnosis to when he’s in the middle of it, which all feel like separate parts to me of something and i can’t tell if that means multiple bobby novellas or one bobby beast of a novella spanning months. all i know is i will write that weird gay little dude and make sure he’s loved from all angles
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aprilblossomgirl Ā· 2 years ago
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is a show a flop, or is it only about it not having gone to the direction you wanted, or is it about it went wrong according to your personal (that you tried hard to justify it as an objective) takes, or is it only about you just don't happy a show caters to the need of others and not yours, or is it only about creating controversial headlines?
are we (even) watching the same show, you said (jokingly, or not). yes we are, through different lenses (we came with different context, just in case a reminder is needed), perhaps, and that's okay. fictions got its name for a reason. there is, however, a very thin line between multiple interpretation and multiple misunderstanding to which negativity might come to play. please, do not dismiss others' experiences that might be different than yours, in any way :)
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superanjventure Ā· 9 days ago
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A Sunday After the Storm
This week didn’t ask — it demanded. Three night shifts. Long, relentless, breathless. The kind of nights where the clock fades and all that exists is the patient in front of you, the referral phone ringing again, the silent prayer before answering the call, ā€œPlease let this be not FAST POSITIVE.ā€ I gave thrombolysis back-to-back — two lives, two stories caught in the in-between.Stroke after…
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compassionmattersmost Ā· 3 months ago
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When All Is Sadness
Yes, dear one—this sadness is real.It seeps into bone and breathlike mist that does not ask permission. To sit with it,not as enemybut as guest—this is the beginning of wisdom. It is not meaningless.It is not forever.It is a doorwaythat opens onlywhen we stop trying to leave the room. You are not alone in this ache.Let it be what it is—a cold seedthat in time,and with kindness,may flower into…
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lovetogether Ā· 11 months ago
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We need to rethink our analysis abilities and remove all personal biases from them to better understand every being as ā€œevilā€.
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astrogirlythings Ā· 1 year ago
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Mannnn.... I look so ugly when I'm sad. I am never going to look ugly again and that's a promise to myself.
Fake it till u make it. PERIODT. ✨
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mydayswithtarotbystella Ā· 1 year ago
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Finding Joy, Light, Flow, and Compassion Amidst Life's Challenges
Finding Joy, Light, Flow and Compassion.
In the midst of life’s ups and downs, there are moments of joy that illuminate our path, filling our hearts with warmth and happiness. Yet, sometimes, it’s difficult to pinpoint the source of that joy. I recently experienced such a moment, a burst of joy that felt like it was coming of someone dear to me, perhaps Christina. Though uncertain, I embraced the feeling, finally some happiness. Finally…
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wearepaladin Ā· 10 days ago
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I was running a Baldur’s Gate campaign before and after the release, and had a Paladin PC who was Ilmatari plus Brother Goodheart, a zealot barbarian who was in charge of a shrine in the inner city. I’d have loved to have the pair of them tune the place up.
@galahadiant
I haven't played Baldur's Gate 3, yet, but looking online, the Open Hand temple is driving me crazy
Half the people there: OMG why is Father Lorgan insisting on helping these refugees!? They're too dangerous!
Ilmater: Help all who need help, NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE. Defend THE OPPRESSED. HELP EVERYONE YOU CAN, EVEN IF IT MEANS TAKING ON THEIR SUFFERING YOURSELF. FOR FRICK'S SAKE, HE'S DOING EXACTLY WHAT I SAID TO DO, YOU MOTHERF----
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