#reevokes

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

HELLO SKUM! I FIGURED OUT WHAT THE PASS CODE TO THE BASE COMPUTR WAS. I ALSO CHANGED IT. NOW THEY HAVE TO LET ME HAVE "SCREEN TIME". THEY CAN NO LONGER REEVOK MY FIRST AMINDMUNT RITE! I WILL NOW TELL YOU ALL WHO I AM. BUT YOU MUST KEEP IT SECRET OK? BECAUSE I AM A HIERD KILLER.

MY NAME IS JANE. DO NOT LAFF. IT IS NOT FUNNY. I WILL TAKE YOUR TEETH RITE OUT OF YOUR SKULL.

I AM 46 YEARS OLD. I FOT IN 2 WARS. I KNOW MORE ABOUT AMERICAN GIRL DOLL THAN YOU DO GENYUS.

MY MEDIC @emotionally-inept-medics WILL BE SUPERVISING MY "SCREEN TIME" TO MAKE SURE I AM NOT "BREAKING CONTRACT" OR "LEAKING INFORMATION". I HATE HIM. IF ANY OF YOU FIND HIM I WANT YOU TO TELL HIM I SAID THAT.

THE FOLLOWING MAGGOTS NEED NOT INTERAKT:

HIPPIES

COMMIES

SCOUT

IF YOU BREAK MY "DNI" I WILL BREAK YOUR NECK! BYE, SEE YOU SOON

BEST WISHES.

SOLDIER

[graywyvern]

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Dubai Under the Snow.

"SOLSTICE (Aelindrome in π) 3141592653589

Solstice: new, it evokes old needs and raw senses. Sun rids us: what binds us bids us. What sunrise saw sends and reevokes. Old, new… it entices Sol."

--@Anthony_Etherin

Providence Perfected.

[psychedelic-tribe]

Reevoke - Lick The Toad

[definegodliness]

You made me (feel) so good

How peculiar it is to see myself smiling; filled to the brim with positive energy; just vibing. Sharp as a whip, cracking high-paced dry jokes in that game of mental table tennis lovers play, amplifying each other's good of humor by virtue of connection.

Have you ever had this? (I know you have.) Can you remember? (I hope you do.)

Then for how long do you think a lost lover is able to tap back into this amplified good of humor when a dream reevokes those feelings?

I guess long enough to notice half-existence feels like whole, eventually; it is a mere thing of being forgotten, and forgetting.

--- 22-11-2020, M.A. Tempels © “... last night I dreamt about you.”

[handsofaheart]

Indeed, in no other profession does the personal intertwine with the professional so palpably. Both analyst and patient, in bringing themselves fully to the therapeutic relationship, allow an emotional permeability. Over and over in the course of a day, we analysts may well open ourselves to encounters that can reevoke our own places of tragedy and difficult meetings with our own affects, while our patients are themselves struggling to stay afloat in the uncharted oceans of unbidden emotions. Benjamin (2006) brings to our attention the point that, since the patient's injuries return to us in enactments, we analysts frequently find ourselves in the paradoxical position of doing possible harm in order to heal. We can be “wounding healers”; however, there are times when we can be “wounded healers” as well. In the latter instance, an analyst's capacity to be in reverie with the patient may be compromised by her immersion in her own suffering, affecting the patient-analyst dyad in particular ways.

1 Ogden (1997) uses the concept of reverie to refer to the analyst's sustained unconscious receptivity to the patient's “undreamt dreams,” which contributes to a third subjectivity generated by the analytic pair.

— Flax, M. (2011). A Crisis in the Analyst's Life: Self-Containment, Symbolization, and the Holding Space. Psychoanal Q., 80(2):305-336.

[toma400]

New Clan of Xymox album sounds like Ronny has a heartbreak. There is only one song not related anyhow to broken love. It’s so great, yet so sad record. Of course there’s no one way of understanding “brokeness”, as usual CoX gives us different perspectives: proud rejection and strength, desperation, grief, longing for coming back. Just everything. And yeah, it reevokes some memories, makes me think what I’ve became. What world and people became as well.

“It breaks my heart / to see what you’ve become” (from ”She”, finally I can read it due to having booklet)

[1kook]

I laughed so fucking loud when I read ur bio nhqsjqjd ur a genius

LMAO ty

[ya1ore3]

Before #ZUMBA #Skins #Adidas #Reevok #Pump

[christinevioletart]

What was the inspiration of the latest drawing you posted? Amazing X

If you mean the 'Rebirth' illustration, i really liked the Raven Girl illustration i did some time ago and i want to reevoke that idea. Also, ravens sometimes symbolise rebirth and rejuvination in Japanese culture. Thank you x

[th3fragile]

There is this very  specific feeling and emotion that i link to two very specific people and two very specific places and times. I remember when I felt like this the first time, when I was so much younger and the sun was out and I was riding my train to Carpi (funny enough, the same train, years later) to go to the person I saw as my soulmate, not in a romantic way. I was so happy (and in pain), I was so oblivious to the shit he was in, I just remember how happy he made me, how beautiful the grass was when we were sitting together, talking magic, music and doing drugs. He was my everything. Not in an obsessive way..we’d go weeks without talking, then he’d show up at my school and run the whole perimeter of the yard and hug me and we’d spin and we’d be so happy. And then I lost him, I lost him, and it all came crashing down. I still can’t process it. I remember when my friend had to take my out of the classroom ‘cause I was yelling that it couldn’t be true, ‘cause I had just been told he was riding in the ambulance..and the sun was still out but I didn’t care any more.

I loved him and I love him with all my heart. He did me a lot of wrong but I don’t care, he saw me, he loved me; I saw him, I loved him. And then he was taken from me. And I thought I’d never know that joy again.

In my first year of uni, I met Arianna. And I felt it all over again. It took me a while, but I remember that one afternoon I was on my train to Mantova, it was warm and cozy, the sun was out, it was spring, I was in love (not romantically, again), and I thought I had found another person to perfectly match me. I felt the same. I felt so happy and filled with light. And then this was taken from me, too. And this time forever. Because this wound has taken away all my naivety, all my joy, all my hope, all my wish to ever feel like that any more..I don’t want it, ‘cause it’ll only  break my heart.

So I mourn it, I mourn something I can’t even reach any more, an happiness that is so far away in my mind now that I start to doubt if it was ever there. I miss them both, I loved them both with all my heart, and I still do, but I can’t do it any more. I can’t keep mourning, I can’t keep crying, I can’t keep trying to reevoke those moments when I was just so HAPPY that someone was going to sit with me in the sun, and love me. I’m tired. I am fucking tired..nobody knows what it’s like to have this ghost, this knowledge that  you loved someone so deeply, so fully, so wholly, and they still decided to leave. In two very different ways, but they left. I can’t go on living knowing that I love people like this; it’s not fair, ‘cause I’ll always end up grieving. I can’t go on knowing I lost it all. I’m sorry, but I just can’t. And it’s painful ‘cause it all started from love..but somehow, heroin was better. I never protected myself from the damages of loving people who use actively. I loved them even more, more fiercely, more intensely. I never asked them to choose. And they never did, until they got clean. Then they both left. They gave me a kind of happiness that nobody else ever gave me, and they took it away right after. And now I can’t handle it any more. I just..can’t. I was pure when it all started. I was bruised but I still believed in love, in light, in warmth, in softness. But this cycle has taken away from me every fucking thing. I am not empty, a shell, and alone. I got broken and beaten up and fucked over and all because I thought I could love heroin addicts, and that they could love me back. Because they both are so much more than just that. And they both are the best people I’ve ever known. But I lost. And I guess it’s ok for them, because they don’t really need me, because they never were as naive as me, naive enough to think it’d last forever or that I was some kind of soulmate. But I did. I really did. And I feel SO sorry for myself because I think of that joy, of all those efforts to get through to them and I just think..look where it got you. Look where it got you, loving people the way you do. It got you in your own personal hell, and you’re alone. You’d never think they’d leave, but they still do. Where are they now? But you were right there when the needles were being used, weren’t you? And for what? For fucking what? Was it worth all the pain? Your hands are empty now. And your heart is broken, and your soul is gone. You gave them all, and then they left.

And I get mad when I have to talk about this with people ‘cause NOBODY knows what kind of joy they gave me just to rip it away. Only I know. And I know that this life isn’t worth it any more, ‘cause the pain of being beaten up like this for this long has taken away every possibility to ever feel ok again.. And I’m done.

[spacecadet-e]

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[castielsa]

Another unpopular opinion

I love Ariana grande but she needs to slow down. Sweetener was really disappointing. All of the songs were generic and forgettable except for REM and raindrops. Dangerous woman had the lyrics, jazz, rock, and rnb influences. Sweetener was Pharrell Williams banging pots and pans off in a corner by himself and calling it music. And the whole American Express and reevok thing is really annoyingto be honest. The light is coming music video was pretty much a giant Reebok ad. And i don’t think it’s fair to fans who don’t have the am ex card since lately, if you have one, you get earlier access to all of the stuff, like tlic music video, the little concert series she did and the upcoming tour tickets. Like I’m not going to go out and get a credit card that I’m only going to use once just to buy tickets! The merchandise lately has been pretty generic as well, like it’s pretty much slapping the song name on a shirt which isn’t very creative, and I’ve seen posts where people get the shirts and it’s not even the same color as it was online.

I do like the songs she’s been putting out lately more than sweetener and I liked the concert series she did where she was sitting down the whole time, it felt more personal to the fans. I really hope thank u, next era is better all around. Idk about the whole Japanese thing since I’ve been a fan she has liked Japanese culture, petty sure the my everything merchandise was all anime and Japanese inspired. So why bring it up now?