#besomeone

[bruceslatonpite]

Blue Jew Spotify To Follow

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[thisent1]

Slice of Cayke (with Ice Cream?): Be Someone [featuring Tracy Chapman VS Jonas Blue & Dakota] Be someone. Be someone your younger ...

[exteriortexas]

“Be a bush if you can’t be a tree. If you can’t be a highway, just be a trail. If you can’t be a sun, be a star. For it isn’t by size that you win or fail. Be the best of whatever you are.” . Martin Luther King, Jr. – quote from a speech delivered in Philadelphia, October 26, 1967. . #mlk #mlkday #inspirationalquotes #inspriational #tree #bush #besomeone #dosomething #smallsteps #beyourbest #exteriortexas https://www.instagram.com/p/CnfEko-v28B/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kuromi-hoemie]

i got called a bunny earlier (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)💕 I'm just remembering hehe.

i rly don't know how to purposefully b a bunny girl but feel like i learn new stuff all the time <: rn um. i Understand ™ ppl who like to be called a good puppy a lot more 😵‍💫 i wanna b called a good bunny 🥺🐇

[artfightdramaconfessions]

i uploaded some fandom stuff that is definitely allowed under the character rules for the whimsy, but now im curious and even worried abt how people will actually respond to seeing them, bc whats the vibe consensus for a character that has a 100% original design, but is supposed to besomeone from a obscure nonenglish fantasy book thats half a century old w an author thats been dead since like 2001 😭 are u gunna report my ass for that

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[cybernatedbeholder]

man i want to besomeone's wife platonically :(

[gayspock]

okkkk sorry shutup time

groundhog day bullshit . sunk cost fallacy fucking life. you gothsifar its so fuckingpointless just desperately clawingplease say any second fo this bulskhit was fucking worht it when you know its not and its nevergoing to be and i jsut i dont know i dontknow i dont know whats wrong with me. i mena i do. i feel like itsall the little things i jsut. lack of this and that and ita ll jsutstacks up to some fucker whos alwaysjust going to come short of everything no matterwhat i do because its got to besomeone right and whats the point in it whatsthe point at all im so fucking lonely every fuckingday i just spend somuch f my existencew just fukcing doing wha t and i talktomyself cosntantly . the mst fucking substancwe ive got out of anyhtingfor years id when ive been high out of ymmind and hallucinating someone in the roomwith me because pleasjeust look at me for fuckingocne anyone please

and idid try i did like havethat hope thatmaybe maybe its not pointless i tried i reallydid just to tryands talk topeople bt every single time if eel like im just shattered and its always jsutgoing to be the things thatlike. i dontknow. again iknow its selfish but i wishpeople were just honestand would admit to things than trying to paper mache overi t i just.

im notgood enough for anyhting adyes i dothink that matters dude. i reallyfthink it does. i canttalk well any more . ive gotntohing in my life that i can manage to hold on to. i lead afuckingempty fucking existence . i dont have passion oraynthing that people are drawn to . im gross and im annoying . theres not. like yeah. of coursepoeple dont want to conenct witht hat. its utterly reasonable to ask people to catre. even if you careback i dont know its notfair to ask people to care whenyou just. what do you give to anybodybut that and what will that ever matter when anyone can care dude yourejust. h.

andits not that people willhate me right. itsjust im never going tobeenough to ffind a place anywhere ithink. i meanthat. ikept triyng . i keep trying.itjust happens on a loopand you havetobury it all inside ofyou and jsut fucking write it on your tumblr blogforwhat because theresnothing else. andi wonder aboutall the people whove forgotten i existed butmight have remember me once or twice with some slight superioritylike ah yes. well they had it coming for themselves. and itslike i dont know. maybe i do in the end.theres a part of me that just wishes i took itmore when i felt isolated like. dde just be happy people are around you at all itdoesnt matter they cut you out of everything all the time it doesnt matteryoure not taken seirously buthten i just remember how fucking utterly more miserable it sall is every single time and its like. id ontknow. am i a cunt. i just wonderhow or what its like to ejust exist so naturallywith people. i feel like every single time and i mean it every single fuckingt ime ijsut felt like i was clawing at things that. i knew deep down was just desperate and pathetic and its like ijust feel fucking rotten like what am idoing here but just making myself sad and inadvertently making everyones lives just that little bit worse cuz its sad to look at and yes that is the truth . it IS the truth . and iwish i culd ujust have that raher than i dont fucking know man.

i think about stufflike that like relationships and howpeople keep telling me well we';re all lonely but again. peoplehave partners and theyre so close withpeople and i jsut. i dont think anyone would ever see me like that .i feel so fuckng cold and sad all the fucking time because i jsut . again itsjust how... natural it is to peop;le when youre sat in a group and theyre allmaking plans and talking about things that you didnt even know about becaus e its alwyas sonatural to leave you out of everything and itslike. i know its childish i fuckingknow it is but even whenyou speak upithappens timeand time again andno it doesnt happen to anyone ELSE like that and you jsut like god what am idoing here what am id oing anywherte and theres that fucking fear in your fuckingbones youve been taken along as the joke or the fuckingguy to talk to when everyone else is busy cuz god forbid i remember all theufcking times. insert redacted moments . and i dontknow ijust. i feel so fucking inadequate in every fucking aspect ofmyself and its so fucking embarrasisng because im sf ucking pathetic i cant do anyhrting i dont have any life to myself and of coruse no one wants that so of cous eim alone with itand im sad im mserable i cant i dont have the enregy for anything everything hurts all the time and im so tired and i jsut go in loops and loops and loops and ijust hate myself i get soangry with myself i miss hurting myself properly but idont know whrat to do any more and i jsut

and ijsut. ifeel so fucking sad . just wathcing everyone else and they all have lives or something to go to.eve n if theyre alone they have some sort fo existence around them and ijsut i dnt know. i go to work. thats it. i donthavemuch outside of that. i dont find happinesisn my work. i think i usedto tellmyself evenif im alone for forever maybe i can havwthat before oh yeah reaility .being able to talk to people is always going to be the fucking crux of everything likabilityi is the crux of everything even if you werent mediocre even if you were goodat things it wouldnt matterbecause yourejust. what is there to youlike and what is there out of any of ityoukeep chasing it people tell you JUST ! GO! FIND! SOMETHING! and you ekeep chasingit and youre just more miserable bythe second becausepeople just dont like the reality of your situation i go out i tryot talk to people but im weird and idontknow why im so fucking weird butim justlaughed at like everyones . so fucking crtuel. i mean that all in seirousness. the number of times im yelled at on the street and thats theonly timeive been noticed that day and ijsut feel so fucking . wrong i dont know whats wrong with me i feel like i need to do something soon i canttttt BRO

[regginemarie]

besomeone

[rewritetheages]

History is chock full of slavery, torture, war, brutality, noncon, all the "isms"... I suspect you'd be better off limiting the rating of your event to G or PG, then no one is in fear of feeling uncomfy. Just making an observation.

Well good morning!

While it is true that history can be very ugly, that doesn't mean that you *have* to write it that way. This bang in particular is about rewriting things. Sure you can reference troubled times, but if you don't want to include it you don't have to. History happened, we can't change that, nor should we want to. Everyone needs to learn from the past so those things do not happen in the future.

However true those words may be, this bang is not to highlight those negative aspects of the real world. Life is not fun, history, even, is not fun.

This bang was created to be fun for those involved. Those who want to put silly little characters in silly little historical time periods. Those who want to play in the historical sandbox, as it were. If it's not your thing, there is nothing stopping you or anyone else from not reading them. Bangs are made so that people with like minded ideas can come together to create awesome things! Sure those things aren't always everyone's cup of tea, but they might besomeone's, and there is always room in the cupboard for more teacups. Those who participate are able to use any rating as long as they adhere to the guidelines of the bang and have their fic adequately tagged as appropriate for ao3!

I hope this helped alleviate any worries! Thanks for the ask!

[detectivezedd]

#TEAR_OF_A_HELPLESS_WOMAN

. #CHAPTER 2 .,In life there will always besomeone you can lean on, wellwhat do I know about life? .Anyway, I do have someone I leanon everyday, he alwaysencourages me and guides me through my day to day struggles.His name is Jesus, a friend of mine(Sandra) introduced me to this manin 6th grade in the village. Mygrandmother didn’t oppose mybelief in him but she didn’t seem interested. At first it…

[evikdpriagung]

20230602 #3 23.25 WIB

153/365 Days 12,098

Sad knowing the truth but hurtful knowing the lies. It is the feeling of becoming “just someone”.

#Light #Night #Moment #BeSomeone #TowerKemuning #KalibataCity #Jakarta #Indonesia #Friday #June #2nd #2023

[doubtingdebispoems]

I Can Finally Face The Truth

It’s taken me years to realize you simply weren’t meant to be mineIf you had been it wouldn’t have been as hard but that’s okay I withstood the harmIt made it easier for me to see others who would eventually try to manipulate meThe lessons you taught weren’t easy on me but I know you didn’t mean them to beSomeone who needed to live a solitary life couldn’t do that if they had a wifeIt took me…

[exteriortexas]

“Be a bush if you can’t be a tree. If you can’t be a highway, just be a trail. If you can’t be a sun, be a star. For it isn’t by size that you win or fail. Be the best of whatever you are.” . Martin Luther King, Jr. – quote from a speech delivered in Philadelphia, October 26, 1967. . #mlk #mlkday #inspirationalquotes #inspriational #tree #bush #besomeone #dosomething #smallsteps #beyourbest #exteriortexas https://www.instagram.com/p/CnfEFYcpdvc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stubaby777]

Stryper Friday: Same Old Story

Just released today♥️ I’ve been wondering why you hate your lifeSpending all your time without a rhymeDiscarding love you findWill you ever know how sad it is to beSomeone captive by their angerOn a ship that sails an empty seaIt’s the same old storyTo darken all the gloryBut you’ll cry out in the endIt’s the same old storyToday seems mandatoryBut someday you’ll have to makeAmendsAmendsWhen…

[rockyoushow]

STRYPER Release New Video And Song 'Same Old Story'

STRYPER Release New Video And Song ‘Same Old Story’

Stryper will release their new album, “The Final Battle” on October 21st Website: http://www.stryper.com/ – Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Stryper “Same Old Story” I’ve been wondering whyYou hate your lifeSpending all your timeWithout a rhymeDiscarding love you find Will you ever knowHow sad it is to beSomeone captiveBy their angerOn a ship that sails an empty sea (Chorus)It’s the same…

[orilababy]

The urge to be someone

I remember being in 4th grade and being assigned to draw the profession we dreamed to do when we grew up. We had probably one hour to execute the task in class. By the end of the hour, every kid handed their dream profession to the teacher. Doctors, veterinarians, firemen, professional dancers... they all had it pretty clear. Meanwhile, I was rushing to finish coloring the 4th profession out of the 6 I drew on that paper. I remember telling myself: “One profession?!! I want to do more than one thing, I can’t decide!!!” and then proceeded to divide that one blank paper in 6 equal parts. A model, a singer, a veterinarian, a dancer, a teacher and I can’t seem to remember the last one, but I’d pay to get to see that paper again. I was, no doubt, the last one to hand their work and I’m pretty sure I was the last one to leave the class that day. The teacher, seeing what I came up with, asked in a very skeptical way: “You sure you can do all these things? That’s a lot for one person”. I remember kind of resenting the way he placed that, but the 9-year-old me answered positively: “I will”.

It wasn’t until recently that my different desires to follow different paths stopped fighting with each other. It wasn’t until recently I stopped having serious identity crises, I guess. I can’t promise I might not have more coming up in the near future. To give you an example, this is what they look like: “Do I focus on writing? On singing? Do I start learning how to DJ, as I told myself 2 years ago? Am I modeling material? What about my interest of working in movies? But as what, an actress, a director, a writer? What about my passion to learn pole dance properly? Am I leaving the thought of learning how to play an instrument behind?” So many questions, yet little answers.

Growing up, — and we can attribute this to my undiagnosed ADHD — I would pick up something I got really excited about, like drawing (at some point I thought I could become really good at it), playing guitar, ukulele, drums, making collages, just to name a few... And before really getting started, would leave it right where I found it. As an adult, now I understand nothing grows where you don’t water it, and that when you do, it doesn’t give you the fruit the same day. I’ve learned patience and self-acceptance. I would beat myself up to these “failures”, which would block me and stop me from moving on, feeling guilty, trapped, lazy and not good enough. I still struggle with waking up and making simple decisions as what to have for breakfast, or what to drink first (tea or coffee?), and the same way with larger decisions as what to do on a day I’m not working (oddly, working days actually give me the relief of not having to decide through the whole day), but I’ve come a long way and I’m better managing one day at a time. Everyday more aware of my own challenges and the difficulties they represent for me, of my very blessings, of my surroundings, and the opportunities life offers me to keep growing, to keep blooming. 

I’ve always had this urge to be somebody. To be this, or that, or that thing that sounds better. The biggest realization I could have in my young adulthood is that I already am somebody. I just got to choose to nurture it. It is a choice. To see it, to know it, to act like it and to act on it.

Now, there’s no urge. There’s just being.

Thank you for reading,

your girl Ori x