My Brain Is Full Of Tiny Fish

hey ever wonder what kind of wizard you are? now with my magic uquiz you can find out (and get a fun theme song) (nothing to do with jk r*wling or harold) 🔮

Sheesh! Can people please stop treating children like objects??? And having children for their own benefits instead of seeing it as what it is: a live long commitment to nurture, cherish and love a human person that is still their own entity!

CHILDREN ARE NOT OBJECTS!

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That is me drawn by me (but two things: first that is me more feminin now I have even shorter hair and am even more masculin then befor and second it was just a scetch not the end thing I might post the solution sometime but righ now it is about this pic.) Hope you like it if not that’s okay too ;)

Some of my better drawings

it’s almost a year since he died .., tragic :-( he was so old

Yeah.

Meanwhile I'm standing here never to have even developed a makeup routine and only leaving my house with makeup on very special events....

wild and really disturbing how hard it is to get people to accept they dont ‘need’ to wear makeup to exist in public. like, you say that and the response will be “yeah! you dont need to have an hour long routine quick and sloppy makeup looks good too” and youre like, no, you actually dont need to wear it at all and the response is like “yeah! honestly all you need is foundation and eyeliner you dont need all that extra stuff” into infinity

TW: death / animal death

I have not only a little Christmas story for you, but also a continuation of “Black Cats”. Because I don’t want to leave you sad for the holidays, you’ll get to know Reaper’s secret little helper. Even the cold can harbor so much goodness. I wish you a wonderful time. WEBTOON

Please please PLEASE watch this Christmas spot we got in Spain

and very, very often, self care is not plants and ice rollers and fluffy blankets of peace.

it’s standing over your kitchen sink and crying while doing the dishes because you just want to go back to bed but the dishes need done. and you don’t know why you’re crying but you're trusting you need it. and you aren’t listening to the music that pulls you into a spiral; you’re listening to some cheerful shit your friend sent you. it’s getting up and staring at your fridge and closing your eyes and then cooking yourself food even though you hate it and it’s miserable. because you know that you’d cook for your friend, and you are trying to befriend yourself. it’s dragging yourself into the shower because you know you’ll feel better afterwards. it’s doing mundane tasks with patience, cursing under your breath, trying desperately to give yourself grace. grace is the beginning of care. care is the beginning of love.

we think it’s supposed to be peace and yet the most powerful self care moments are when we hate everything but especially ourselves. and life does not feel worth the loving. to look into that pain and yet choose to care for yourself in however many pieces you are — that is care. love. grace. trust. belief. it hurts because it’s love where there was no love before. it heals because it believes there will be love, one day, soon.