#overlooked

[arditb06]

Do you like My Adventures with Superman (2023)?

[thatsbelievable]

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Sometimes, I wish I was worth the risk too. That somewhere, someone out there would pursue me and make me the only exception despite all the odds.

[bunnighost]

[screaming--agony]

Dear Diary,

I always manage to be put to the side when better options come along.

[dk-thrive]

We understood the margins where we lived. Some still enjoyed resenting the far-flung coasts for their gleam and influence, but I think we all accepted the grace of the overlooked.

— Leif Enger, I Cheerfully Refuse: A Novel (Grove Press, April 2, 2024)

[thewarmthofequallyreturnedlove]

Amy March Girls

“I want to be great or nothing.”

The youngest sisters, the art lovers, the angry ones, the perfectionists, the overlooked ones, the seconds choices, the hopeless romantics, the water and air signs, the girls who find strength in being gentle, the girls who yearn for commitment and yet can’t fully believe that it exists.

[foxleysfunhouse]

listen up everyone because you are missing out on a seriously glorious part of life that you shouldnt be missing out on and that glorious part of life is the album winter by purl

droning, repeating melodies that become more distorted and corrupted as the album goes on, but no matter how distorted it becomes, the soft repeating guitar patterns consistently sound gentle and comforting as if it is guiding you through this experience. the other instruments become eroded over the course of the album, jarring you just a little only for the guitar to provide what feels like a familiar warm hug and pull you back in. the album is calm and even a bit repetitive until track ten, after which the entire project takes a turn for the surreal. it dissects your brain.

one of my favorite things about this album is that while a lot of other experimental albums insist on pushing the listener out of their comfort zone - sometimes to the point of overstimulation, this album taps into deep feelings perfectly without relying too heavily on grating distortion. the best of part of it, to me, is that there are no words. i tend to stop liking certain projects or artists as i get older and can no longer relate to the lyrics, but with winter that doesnt worry me because the fact that there are no lyrics means that the album tells whatever story you need to hear the most at the time of listening. its intimate.

there is very little information on this group or person, which is sad since this album has been out since ‘96 and the purl spotify page and band camp pretty much sit barren. im almost sure i found one of the members or the soul member of purl, who i will be attempting to interview soon. it really is a shame to me that so many people are missing this masterpiece.

anyone could enjoy this album and everyone who listens will have a different experience with it, a personalized experience. it succeeds in reaching inside of you and rearranging your soul. please listen to winter by purl.

[navya04]

umbrella academy is like netflix's middle child-funny,gay and overlooked ...

[heart-songs]

If poets were anything but human we would be

a i r

all-encompassing yet seldom heard and less often seen

only remembered by those who have paused— felt the weight of our collective whispers and allowed themselves to be moved

- Cora Finch

[ask-vida-in-the-hetalia-world]

Sometimes I feel like my art is overlooked and they don't get any notes dose this happen to anyone else who works hard on there art

[air-mechanical]

10 characters, 10 fandoms.

Thank you @supervisormeero for the tag!

1. Syril Karn / Star Wars

2. Hubcap / Transformers

3. Eleanor Shellstrop / The Good Place

4. Dr. Stephen Stanley / The Terror

5. Sam / The Lord of the Rings

6. Andrew Monroe / The Bill

7. Saul Goodman / Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul

8. Thomas More / Wolf Hall [unapologetic villain version]

9. Ava Coleman / Abbott Elementary

10. Hermann Gottlieb / Pacific Rim

No pressure tags: @shyspider @enaelyork @moff-times

And anyone reading this who would like to do it!

[hazestory]

Shells may sound like an ocean

When we put them to our ears

But what we hear is a tiny portion

Of thousands of baby's prayers

[screaming--agony]

Dear Diary,

I’m done saying things that are constantly overlooked, enjoy my silence.

[faemorningstar]

i have too many projects to work on, so i'm leaving the decisions to you, the people, while i take a nap

[chocolatebasementchaos]

Overlooked

I don’t want to resent my sister. I don’t want to be jealous of her. But sometimes I can’t help it. I know I’m not pretty. I know I don’t have her slim figured or her outgoing extroverted attitude that makes her seem so charming. I know that beauty isn’t everything and I’ve been telling myself all my life that I don’t care whether people find me pretty or not. I’ve always been the smart one. That was my thing. The thing that categorised me. My sister has always been the pretty one. The beautiful one. And she is. I’m not blind. She’s really really pretty, beautiful even, now that she’s growing to be a young woman. I think that’s why her and our mother always got along better. They had this feminine bond, the clothes and the Make-up and everything fundamental to girlhood.

When I was little I always felt like I couldn’t be feminine, like I was watching from the outside. I grew up thinking being female was to be boring, it was to be fragile. I wanted pretty to be an afterthought, only something they noticed after they called me smart and independent. I was always rough and loud and spoke my mind like the boys. I refused to wear pink because the colour evoked a deep hatred in me and I dressed in big and baggy clothes.

One day I began to enjoy jewellery and painting my nails. Somewhere along the way my voice became softer, if only by a fraction. I learned it was not me becoming weak. To be stereotypically feminine can also mean to be strong. I learned not to compensate my desire to be seen as a fighter by assuming I had to erase my femininity.

Sometimes I remember me as a little girl and I wish I could grab her by the shoulders and tell her that you can be both pretty without that being all you are. If only to spare us all the heartache and self doubt.

I’ve been trying to be more feminine even though sometimes I don’t really know how. I wear dresses that I think look pretty and try not to feel self conscious when I wear them in public. People always do a double take because they are not used to this version of me. They know me as rough around the edges, they know me to have a sharp tongue. They don’t think of me as a girl. Feminine is not the first word that pops into their head when they think of me. And that used to be ok. I used to not care about that. But I am a girl, I am a woman and I want to behave like one without feeling like everyone will judge me for it. I want to feel beautiful in dresses and for people to call me pretty, to be complimented for a nice outfit and to not be made fun of when I wear makeup that looks silly when I’m still learning how to use it properly.

My sister makes it look so easy. She could wear a potato sack and still be called beautiful. For her beauty comes like breathing. Automatically and self naturally.

I don’t want to resent my sister. I don’t want to be jealous of her anymore. But when people see her and tell her how pretty she looks, how much she’s grown into the beautiful young woman she is now and then they tell me I haven’t change, that I look like I’ve always looked, it makes me feel like no matter how hard I try people will always see me as they’ve always seen me. That I will always be overlooked as long as I’m with her. I’m me and she’s her and she’s always been and always will be the pretty one and it makes me wonder if I just wasn’t made to be pretty at all.

And I hate it because I love my sister. I really do and I hate that I feel jealous whenever she get’s complimented, that I feel uncomfortable when we’re outside together, that I resent her even though I don’t want to.

I don’t want to be jealous of my sister anymore