#relfection

[aestum]

(by degraaf.david)

[missedmilemarkers]

May 2025

The reflection in the water is the moon.

What a beautiful night this was.

[cdx1016]

What do you see? Reflect with me?

(viacarad1016)

[thomas--bombadil]

Egrets and their reflections.

[mckendrickslove]

[opendirectories]

[upthespiralstaircase]

Fanciful Journey by Erik Witsoe Via Flickr:

[sagessge]

I learned something today,I was loved,very loved, and suddenly, it was all took away from me,into nothingness,the time and space was divided,the lanes were not my own,my owns were too wounded to see my wounds,to heal them so they overlooked them. Then I grew,feeling overlooked and unloved. The child that was too loved and then too overlooked developed their own worlds inside,got too attached to people,and seeked love from everywhere,yet found the harsh truth,love was nowhere to start with. It was all ice and fire. I was too loved,yet too overlooked. I was too smart,yet too dumb. I was too much,yet not enough.

[jemspark]

Yesterways

[michi-coffee]

Latest art piece featuring Harvey Dent and Two-face. 😫💞 Both are very much baby girl.

I figured it would be neat to draw Harvey looking into the mirror, and it’s only Two-face in the reflection. As a way to represent the characters BPD, and one of the things I’ve read about BPD is that people struggle to recognize themselves. So I figured it would be neat to draw something to represent that with these two characters.

Thank you so much to my partner for being supportive throughout this journey. ❤️

[nouvellelune97]

¿Estaré sanandome?

Ya hace días que no te escribo. Nuestra conversación siempre fue banal, sin más sentido que hablar y hablar. Había intermitencia, no era nada fluído entre tu y yo, solo la constante y misteriosa soledad y el silencio antes de una respuesta.

Respuesta que llegaba tardía, como una carta. Pero seguía sostenida, en todo, como esperanzada, pero ¿De qué?

Ahora solo siento apatía. En donde antes había ansiedad por responder, por no dejar pasar mucho tiempo, ahora pasan días y mi mente sigue detenida en una línea y ya no me molesta salir de ahí.

Quizá mi mente se cansó de lo que mi corazón insistía en soportar. Tus ausencias largas, tus frías vueltas y tus poco interés en lo que decía sino en lo que te daba, en el calor que necesitabas, pero nada más.

Pedía esta indiferencia y acaba de llegar de una manera desbordante. Rápido, sin avisar, sin anestesia.

No me afecta el muro entre los dos, porque siempre existió. Solo lo hice un poco más grande.

Antes pensaba que pensarías de todo esto, de mi frialdad repentina, de mi escape, de mi alejamiento. No lo sé y seguro que nunca lo sabré, pero ya no me interesa. Lo dejo pasar y sigo con otra cosa.

Quizá entendí finalmente, después de tanto ensoñamiento, de tantos sueños, fantasías, posibles y expectativas, que no había nada ahí de vos para mí. No había nada y ¿Puedo culparte?

No, no puedo culparte.

Nunca me prometiste nada, fui yo la ingenua y la enamoradiza. Fuí yo la que creó este mundo de fantasía y romance. Y ahora, debo destruirlo. Debo intentarlo...

[devaneiosss]

O que eu sou além daquilo de ruim que me aconteceu? Quem sou para além das minhas dores e feridas?

Não que eu crie barreiras e não deixe as pessoas se aproximar de mim, eu me abro sim, mas o problema é depois o que eu faço com isso. Mil desconfianças, tudo isso já é muito conhecido, nada além da repetição de um ciclo. Quero conseguir quebrar ele e me libertar mentalmente.

Derrubar meus muros de desconfiança que acham que estão me protegendo de alguma coisa, quando na verdade estão apenas me impedindo de viver inteiramente naquilo que eu já escolhi.

Confiar mais em mim mesmo, no meu julgamento, na minha eu adulta. Nas minhas escolhas.

E me deixar derramar um pouco.

Me permitir ser vulnerável de verdade, colocar os dois pés no barco e saber que tá tudo bem não ter o controle da vida. Ver pra onde as ondas nos leva e fazer o percurso com amor no coração e felicidade de estar viva.

[sardonic-sprite]

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

*squints* haven't I told you this? No?

Well. Rip.

Ok so long story short

In early high school found miraculous lady bug and binge watched, enjoyed the chaos

Ended up reading fanfic of it, I forget how fr

Noticed a shit ton of Marinette being shipped with Damian and got into dcxmlb fics

Enjoyed the batfam personalities a lot and started reading stuff about them without mlb

Found the amazing envysparkler and binge read every single one of her fics

Thought, "I can/want to do that!"

Started repletion late nights on phone, and also I think the first celebrity batwaynes fic, and a few other projects that haven't seen the light of day and probably won't, except for a highly revised Christmas fic which turned into "as in olden days"

WHUMPTOBER 2021 APPEARS and j decide ok if I wanna post fic best thing us to upload a fucking boatload for whumptober

Wrote whumptober very late (not completionist) got my ao3 invite on Halloween and posted all November and beyond

*jazz hands*

WOW ok looking back it really is a thingTM and I fr can barely believe it's been four years of my bullshit now. What the fuck

[my-little-universes]

so today i bought a journal, ripped a piece of paper out of a different old journal, and wrote "the book of people" on said piece of paper, and taped it to the cover of my new journal.

then, i skipped two pages and titled the page "mom". i proceeded to write - what i could only describe as - a letter of sorts, to my mom. now of course, she will never see this letter, nor will anyone else, so i did my best to be as truthful as i could possibly be. im not sure why but, even in my journal, i tend to censor myself a little - im not fully honest. i say i am, but im not. i did try tho.

after i finished my letter, where i wrote all my feelings towards my mother - the good and bad - i went back a page, and titled it "table of contents" and skipped a line and wrote "mom (1-4)".

the idea of this is to, essentially, write a letter to everybody in my life and fill the book up with it - a book of people.

im not sure why i wrote this or why im sharing this. but it was fun. i found that when i wrote this letter, i was able to reflect on a lot of things. able to think back on things, and see things clearer. now of course, the idea of writing things down to better process it isn't new.

i think, overall, im js excited. to write about all these people who i love. and of course, the name is "the book of people" so i have to write about the people i hate too. not fun. but idk. i js wanted to share. have a good night y'all.

[gratefulgirlies]

letting the guilt go.

I saw this image on Pinterest and it really made me think. I realised that every time I avoid action or procrastinate it all starts from me observing my past mistakes and feeling as if I can’t let them go because I made them. (Keep in mind I’m not talking about behaviours that hurt others in any way). Instead, while it’s true that you may did some things wrong, overthinking those mistakes in the illusion of somehow controlling the past will not serve you.

[sarasparrowx]

Greylag Goose