#be different

[spiritualseeker777]

[travelersrest]

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[moonlightloverrr]

Admit it. You’re not like the others, and that’s not just okay, it’s fucking beautiful.

[maryjaneszombies-blog]

What you think

is

weird and cringe

Someone else might think is

beautiful and inspiring

[randik-86]

I am walking on broken glass,

Tiptoeing through life,

Too concerned with what others may think of me,

But enough is enough,

My life should not be defined by the expectations of a society filled with so much ignorance...

©️randik86

[vintage-tigre]

[bitchenfries]

[creationfathers]

Be different

[4him-iwrite]

This quote reminds me of Romans 12:2

"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will"

To be just like the world (to conform to the world), when the Lord tells us to be set apart, is to be cowardice!

[ilovejoyjessie]

Hidden Figures #1 (Wake by Richard Serra) || IV.

I started to accept the possibility that I didn't quite fit any group mold here as a transplant because those molds weren't large enough to accommodate all of me. I've always been difficult to be exactly boxed, easily sorted or slid between figures around me. In my art, in my beliefs and my day to day life...I have complex turns and curves to me and make shapes of many kinds. I am part some things and other parts another, a custom make. Aren't we all? Even so, my not-easily-sorted ways had never seemed to be a barrier to fully connecting with others - until I moved here.

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In the spaces I'd found myself in, in other cities I'd lived, you and who you were mattered more than the group identity you shared with others. You had common connections and origin stories, but at some point your views and experiences splintered off - but rarely did that change the dynamic of your group or the volume of your voice within it. It wasn't assumed you'd be exactly like the people in whatever group you found yourself in.

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I was used to the acceptance of newcomers and nuance to a group: Clashing shapes on a canvas, the rowdy, passionate dissonance that came from discourse and teasing jokes among its members - and the understanding that, even with their apparent differences, no one belonged to the scenery any less. There was freedom to be one's full self. No shrinking for fitting. They saw your curves and angles and made room for them, creating a mosaic of people whose ideas and beliefs were brought together by common community.

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But here in Seattle, it seemed the groups I found myself in and around thrived off their choruses of "Me too", "I feel the same way", of "We all know...", and "I think we can all say that..."s. But with all their scripts for their language, culture, interests, values, and etiquette there seemed to be no script for responses of, "I feel differently", "That's not what I think" or "That working for you doesn't mean it works for me". It felt like if I was out of step with the rest of the group, I was the one making the wrong curve; when my different arcs and waves, my different experiences, beliefs and existences appeared, an air of defensiveness entered the room or a quick silence hung in the air after they noticed me shifting. No probing, no pondering, no jokes or pokes. Just a return to the forms the group's always known, back to the angles by which the group abides.

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I've seen and appreciated the ways in which the Seattle area prides itself on its tight-knit communities. But as a perpetual outsider, I've also seen how its groups seem to sing their choruses so loudly it's easy for them to tune out voices of difference - to not recognize a different note being sung. Either newcomers know the chorus or they just don't sing along - otherwise, when they sing a different verse, everyone seems to notice.

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I've lived on both sides of the lines I've seen these groups draw in the sand. I've lived on both sides of a lot of lines. But it's been so long since I've felt I had to "fit in", slide cleanly into a mold, to make meaningful connections instead of feeling I was accepted the way I wholly am, curves fitting in or not. Would it really benefit me to start doing that now? Reduce myself to just one of my many aspects? Temper my complexities and angles just to fit the Seattle spaces I've found myself in?

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I could give into the tight-knit sameness around me, do my best to mimic the shapes and movements and people around me...or I could break free of the idea that the only way to succeed in the landscape I found myself in was to fit neatly into it.

[spiritualseeker777]

[travelersrest]

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[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

bE DifFeReNt

Treehouse Gardens

[eififah]

Mark Zuckerberg doesn’t like your scrolling habits: Social media is for ‘building relationships,’ not just consuming content, that Facebook and Instagram are “addictive” and harmful Yup..., Bakalan tepat ditangan orang yang tepat, tapi keknya bukan gw deh, gw kadang suka adiktif aja sama medsos

Bbye Facebook. Bbye Twitter, and 20 Days Again Bbye Instagram ^^ “The one who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone, is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been.” – Albert Einstein. ^^

"The hardest struggle of all is to be something different from what the average man is. I don't believe in 'super-men,' for the world is full of capable men, but it's the fellow with determination that wins out." - Charles M. Schwab. ^^

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[tiktaalic]

the thing about the roy siblings is that every time they're hanging out i do see in my minds eye shiv trying to give a speech as "rape me" blasts and sometimes to switch it up i see in my minds eye kendall yelling about her teats and i do spend the whole time thinking she should kill him with hammers just on principle but if that wont happen the least i can do is pray on his downfall