#Super Ego

[helelyorch]

Vegeta ultra ego dragón ball super

[forgetful-river]

Cool down drawings, applying for jobs suckssssssss

[yildizlarinsonsuzlugukadar]

Tek gelirim tek giderim

1510

[lampshade-edison]

Random girl talking to me about narcissists and how awful they are: I have a masters degree in figuring out who is a narcissist! 😅

Me a masking prosocial narcissist feeling superior because she can't figure me out and likes me: ahaha 😅 I'm sure you do!

[sek0st]

Stormy Heads USA

Dog couple hack: Be an egotist with regulations to come down on both the dog & the girl while propping them on top of his soul.

The man becomes dog-minded with questions at every single norm.

Their a social to anti-social because he's dog headed for enslaving the dog & puppy.

HOW DID IT START. Therein lies the marker of guilts.

[nmhk]

should I do

I will continue to look at all these posts in wonder and awe, thinking, "How are you all so prolific in your creativity? Where does the energy come from?"

Then I remember when I was much younger, creating a new thing every day. I had boxes of creativity laying around. It was too much and I didn't know how to organize or focus on one thing at a time. After a while I recognized that all my boxes looked like all my mother's boxes, filling up the dark and dusty corners of the house I grew up in. I recognized my thoughts mirroring my mother's own worries and sarcasms and back-handed comments. I noticed the subtleties of someone else's persona overlaying my own, smothering my thoughts and creativity. I thought I knew who I was. There were bits of me genuine to my core, but most of me was a mask. A thick muddy sedimentary rock of masking that grew while I was distracting myself with little things, little glowing bits of hope, tiny specs of respect, tiny motes of self love. All the tiny things were fleeting and quickly stamped out by mother's oppressive "nurturing".

My creativity was not really an outlet. It was an escape. I could ignore my pain and sorrow for a moment. I could be what I was creating. My fingers moved worlds around me, circling and spiralling in and out of range. An occasional egotistic need for affirmation pushed me to show the few friends I had my creations, but no one engaged with it very deeply. We were all distracting ourselves. And since it wasn't engaged, my ego remained small and insecure. Easily hurt. Readily defensive. Weak.

After years of feeling weak and insecure, I lost confidence in my creativity. Nothing I did mattered. But I needed distraction, so I kept trying to be creative. I presented my creativity and received very little attention. Again. My ego continued to feel hurt and small, ineffectual and prickly.

I remember connecting to the creative forces of the universe. I could feel knowledge flowing into me, through me. But now I'm disconnected from nearly everything.

Solitude is new and uncomfortable. But it is purposeful. I am working on my ego. Pulling it in, attempting to integrate it with my shadow, and my inner child. This long and winding road is wearing me down. I'm still so tired.

[christianestrella9999]

The Picture of Dorian Gray: A Psychoanalysis

If I could stay young and make the picture grow old! For that, I would give everything! I would give my soul for that! Wishes are part of the unconscious, along with dreams, slips of the tongue, and the like. These are desires not consciously known to the person but are very powerful forces that, if left untended, control one’s behavior to some extent. This is what the novel The Picture of Dorian…

[doodles-by-noodles]

No Surprises.

This is my final fit / My final bellyache with- /No alarms and no surprises / No alarms and no surprises / No alarms and no surprises ... please

Local lyric comic artist makes another lyric comic after years of silence.

Honestly, I don't know how to talk about this comic. I drafted it in 2020 when I still enjoyed Radiohead and was in the throes of my Danganronpa obsession. I picked up working on it again in October last year and have been chipping away at it ever since, just finishing it this past weekend.

It's surreal to see this finished, and I'm really proud of it. This song felt very fitting lyrically, and I had a lot of fun depicting ch 5.

Anyways back to the pit with me 💙

[simonarinaldi]

Laboratorio di Etica - Super Ego

Laboratorio di Etica – Super Ego – 2024 Torna al MAST.Auditorium il LABORATORIO DI ETICAdi e conVITO MANCUSO sesta edizioneIL SUPER-EGO Un ciclo di quattro lezioni con ospitidal 5 febbraio 2024 Aperte le vendite dei biglietti da venerdì 22 dicembre 2023 Il Laboratorio di Etica di Vito Mancuso nasce dal bisogno, oggi più che mai attuale, di comprendere la realtà nella quale viviamo. Dopo Le…

[forgetful-river]

Id & Super Ego comic :)

[printypro]

Williams are everywhere (ik that’s not what he said but I’m high and it sounds funny)

Look in the sky - It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s:

The underdog you cheer for!

[rykundsz-art]

Get your freaking dog

[upgradewater]

[phantomrose96]

I'm of the opinion that in-universe Hayward absolutely knows he is dropping the most poignant lines. His problem is he has no friends and he's the kind of guy to walk into the station break room at 7am and choose a coworker to say the most deranged and poetic thing to - which results in everyone thinking he's got 14 screws loose and steering clear of him. Which is a self-perpetuating cycle.

Season 3 Hayward's absolutely dramatic transformation into a kind, thoughtful, composed, compassionate, smart man is, of course, off the heels of "finding community" and "feeling called to a cause that helps others" and all that whatever. But I think very specifically this transformation came because now Hayward can walk into any room at 7am and drop whatever existential banger line he thought of while brushing his teeth and literally everyone will go "Root Keeper that is so wise." "Root Keeper tell us more of your truths." And this, very specifically, is what was needed to fix Hayward.