i am so sorry you all have to deal with angsty posts here as i situate myself, but as an extremely sensitive people pleaser, i was mentally sort of always trying to do my best to reach out to others and even cater certain things for them, especially once my blog grew in size, which led to my more widespread interactions, influxes of messages, anons, etc - and so now, because of having to retreat from and even to a degree fear (or at best feel wary/uncomfortable) continuing some of those interactions, i feel a horrendous sense of…guilt? sorrow, yes, but i also feel awful. i cut off those anons who came to me with whatever, which isn’t their fault but was a protective choice to guard from potential outside harm, but i also left behind people i love and adore and considered precious in my life, not because that ended up not being true, but because the trust got shattered. and i know that some of them would be so hurt if they found out i moved spaces, and it weighs on me, because the last thing in the world i ever want is to do that, is to hurt friends that i love. it’s a horrible feeling. and my mom told me it’s not my fault and i have to have boundaries (i am very bad at boundaries) and trust my instincts and protect my peace however i can…but i still feel so bad and anxious at the potential of hurting someone, even though i myself was hurt. fun times in jessie’s brain 🙃
there are so many posts saved on my previous blog, and that queue is just going to keep running, and seeing them feels surreal, through the looking glass somehow, very much still myself sitting right here and now, but also the ghost of something, bereft and shadowing me
there’s so much i feel a bit relieved about leaving behind, because it was fraught, and so many people i want nothing to do with anymore, but i am very sad about all my EP related posts being stuck in the purgatory of my other blog forever once i leave it permanently
“What if we could let go of the binaries of good or bad, beautiful or ugly when talking about feelings?
What if we could see all feelings as necessary arrows, pointing us towards needs that are met or unmet?
What if we looked like the hard, messy, so-called ugly feelings with curiosity and compassion, rather than repressing them out of shame?”
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LIV TYLER photographed by Paul Lange (1993)
John William Waterhouse, Psyche Entering Cupid’s Garden - 1904
Edward Robert Hughes
British, 1851-1914
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also unfortunately you're guaranteed this blog is going to be the exact same nonsense interests as the old one because i'm probably just going to bring everything over lol i'm sorry 😭❤
edit: this is so cute?
if I cannot fly, let me sing. ♡if I wasn't tough, I wouldn't be here.if I wasn't gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be here.♡if not to hunger for the meaning of it all, then tell me what a soul is for?♡if my immortal soul is lost to me, something yet remains. I remain. ♡ a passionate, fragmentary girl; she stood in desperate music wound; voice of a bird, heart like a house; the ghost at the end of the song.♡ Jessica Lynn 🕊❀ paypal ❀
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