"sexuality is a choice"
"women wouldn’t get raped if they didn’t wear revealing clothes"
"there are only two genders"
"i’m not trying to be sexist/racist, but.."
"a/bi/pansexuality isn’t real"
"gay people shouldn’t have children"
"i don’t want to be friends with a gay person, they could hit on me"
"you can’t identify with the gender you want to be, only the one you were born with"
- push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.
2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.
3. erase processed food from your diet. start with no lollies, chips, biscuits, then erase pasta, rice, cereal, then bread. use the rule that if a child couldn’t identify what was in it, you don’t eat it.
4. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.
5. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.
6. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.
7. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.
8. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.
9. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.
10. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.
11. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.
12. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.
14. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.
15. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.
16. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.
Drowning in a Wave of Sadness
for future reference it’s a really good idea to always post your art as a photoset accompanied by a blank 1px tall 500px wide image file, rather than a single image by itself.
because then if you ever need to tweak your art for any reason after posting, it’ll update in people’s reblogs too
I do this all the time! It works.
Kobato ♥ Hanato
this is going to kill my hand jfc why did i decide this was how I wanted to do the hair wh y
here is a MUCH HAIR tip that will probably make your life %10 easier!
pick any brush u want and freely sketch yo hair
ctrl + click the hair layer to select it
increment by 1 or 2 depending how thick you like your lines
make a new layer under your hair layer
fill with desired color
I’m already almost done lining this hair monster but thank you so much for the tip I’ll use it the next time I draw shiroba!
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
lol yes, so then i can shave.
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.
0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”
“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous.
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate.
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke.
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.”
I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.
The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.
I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.
I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
He spots her.
His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
1 second -
”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it.
The numbers have never changed.
They’ve always been at 0.Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….
AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.
this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it
i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart
dammit I cry every time
And one more because why not? ;)
I had never really bothered with my clock, knowing that I wouldn’t meet my soulmate for at least another two years or so. Sure, knwoing that I would be in my late twenties before meeting my soulmate - whoever that was - was hardly a thrill, but I made sure to make good use of my waiting by studying. I figured that it would not be a bad thing to have an education, possibly a job and maybe some savings and travelling behind me when my clock reached zero, since I couldn’t know whom I would find when it did.
So I studied diligently, with my parents’ approval - though I believe that mum would’ve wished for me to find some rich hunk that could smother me with love and money for the rest of our lives, I held more reasonable standards and expectations. Studying is not exactly easy though, and like many times before I found myself facing a mountain of literature to plow through when it came towards the end of the term and the finals were but a week away. Theories, famous - and not so famous - men and women whose words had been branded immortal, examples, facts, statistics and dates. It was a lot to remember.
I had just finished a chapter I had had a hard time with, reciting a particularly complicated passage that just didn’t want to stick to myself, when a figurative, sharp stab to my chest had me freeze in place. The book fell from my limp hands as I stared straight ahead into nothing. The pain subsided quickly, but between one heartbeat and the next my eyes watered, followed by my knees buckling beneath me. The impact as my knees hit the floor should have been painful, and it definitely bruised, but I barely noticed it. My breath hitched and the first sob slipped over my lips as a choked sound - and with that it was like the burst of a dam. Within seconds I was sobbing, shoulders trembling, tears streaming down my face and all my strength eluded me - I could barely support myself where I lay face towards the floor. It was a force impossible to stop, and all I could do was ride out the wave in the hope that I would not drown with it.
Twenty minutes passed - but it could just as well have been an eternity to me - before I could finally calm down and drag myself to the shower to wash up, hoping that hot water would rinse away the last of the cold chills that I still felt.
Thankfully, it did. I chalked it up to a breakdown caused by the intense pressure from the finals and left it at that. Many students before me had met an unlikely, unprepared breakdown out of the left field when the stress became too much - often without even knowing. Why would I be any different? I was definitely no super human or anything.
That night, lying in my bed and just as I was to fall asleep, my eyes fell on my clock, stating “889 days, 14 hours, 19 minutes, 2 seconds”. A lot of numbers, but they still made me smile. They were a promise - one that I sorely needed. I think we all kind of do at times.
A few moments passed when I let myself daydream about my soulmate - a guilty pleasure that I can’t imagine I am the only one doing. If it was a girl or boy, looks, habits… Little things that we could be doing. Things to talk about. Scenarios - innocent little things - played out in my head, making me relax.
Then I blinked. Uneasiness stirred in me - something was wrong. Very wrong. A chill travelled down my spine, my mouth went dry and I stared at my clock while my heart rate increased until it thundered in my chest.
It didn’t count down. The numbers didn’t change.
They never did.
The funny thing was that we had all been looking forward to this day. It was supposed to be The Day. All my friends had planned a big party for me. My mum cried when I talked to her last night, telling me once again how she had met her soul mate some 20 years earlier. They all wanted to share that happiness with me. My best friend had decided to take a day off just to be able to be there with me when it happened.
I was sitting in the drivers seat, my best friend changing stations on the radio.”There must be a perfect song for this moment” she said and pressed the button again. I smiled and said “Well, it can hardly be any worse than yours. What was it? Ice Ice Baby?”. We laughed. I had been there, just like she was there with me. She met her soul mate at a record store four years ago. I had dragged her there to get some help finding a birthday gift for my brother. She had been looking through some old rock records when the Vanilla Ice song started to play in the store. We both had started to dance and goof off, and suddenly she had bumped into another person. “I’m so sorry, I just…” she had said and then realized that she was looking into the greenest eyes there ever was on this planet. “It’s alright..” the other person said and looked at their watch. “Hi, I’m Alex.” My friend shook their hand and I found myself standing a few feet away, knowing I wouldn’t getting any help today. I didn’t have to check my own clock, I knew it still was years before it was my time.
"Oh, this song is so good!" My friend started to sing along with the radio. "This is your song. What ever plays later, I’m gonna say it was this one!" We laughed as the song went on. It was a nice day in May. It had been raining for a week so it was nice to know summer was coming with this day. My friend wanted me to find my soul mate someplace romantic. I wasn’t that concerned, since I knew it would happen any time soon. As I drove the car to the next red light I decided to look at the watch one last time, just to get a hint of how much more of this I needed to endure before I too could consider myself one of those lucky soul mate-finders. 0 Years 0 Months 0 Days 0 Hours 39 Minutes 48 Seconds. I looked at the lights as they switched from red, to yellow, to green. I decided to go straight for the beach, since it was a nice day, even though it still was to cold to go for a swim. I still loved the ocean.
I never knew this happy day would turn out like this. I remember lights flashing for my eyes as the pain spread throughout my body. I heard things break and snap as the interior of my car pushed towards me. I could hear my best friend scream.
The world became black.
I opened my eyes. I saw my friend standing over me, her face bruised and swollen, her eyes teary. I couldn’t hear what she screamed at me, but I felt secure. Somehow I knew help was on the way. I blinked. Suddenly someone had put me in an ambulance. Far in the distance sirens told me this was an emergency. I could feel the speed of the vehicle underneath. I blinked once more. The halls of clinic white walls passed around me and I heard doctors and surgeons talking in medicinal terms around me. Doors opened and closed around me. They placed me in a room with green walls, beeping machines and metallic instruments all over.
"To think I would have to work on a day like this." The voice came from a door I couldn’t see. I couldn’t really make out if it was a man or a woman, but the voice sounded like heaven and all it’s angels at the same time. The owner of the voice reached me and looked at me. Their face was masked, only showing a piece of their freckled forehead and their eyes behind glasses. Bright, shiny, blue eyes. "Hi, I’m Mika, I will try my very best to fix you." Oh, Mika. I’m so happy that I finally found you. I’m so very, very happy that I got to see your freckled face. To hear your voice. Oh, Mika, I am so sorry. I know you tried your very best. I know you did everything you could. Because I know you looked at your watch before you entered that ER. I know you had hoped to take a walk at the beach during you break. That we were supposed to meet at the shore line. That I would see not only your forehead and eyes, but your whole face, your red, bright, short hair dancing in the wind. And you would not see my face swollen, bruised and bloodied. You would see me smile from ear to ear, see me nervously play with my hair as I would try to talk to you. Oh, Mika. I am so, so very sorry.
Nine years ago, Japanese photographer Miyoko Ihara began snapping pictures of the relationship between her grandmother and her odd-eyed white cat. Miyoko’s grandma Misao found the abandoned cat in a shed on her land and the pair have barely been apart since. Misao named the white cat “Fukumaru” in hope the “God of fuku (good fortune) comes and everything will be smoothed over like maru (circle)”. Fukumaru is always in Misao’s shadow whether she is farming her land, having a bath, eating or sleeping. Now nearly a decade later their friendship and adventures have been documented by Miyoko in a photo book called Misao the Big Mama and Fukumaru the Cat.
from the Telegraph
Single handedly the sweetest thing ever.
I didn’t see any many galaxy/nebula brushes floating around, so I made my own! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Hope someone find it helping ;v;
You have to add detail and effect by self, but it’s pretty easy!! Maybe I make tutorial on it later ;v;
I suggest detail and blend layers on luminosity or addition!! Use bright colours!
I suggest using a watercolour brush on following sets:
Min size: 60%
Keep opacity: yes
Smoothing Prs: 50%
Edge Hardness: 0
Min Density: 0
Max Dens Prs: 100%
Hard <-> Soft: 100
Dens: Yes Size: Yes Blend: Yes
I suggest using a brush on the following sets:
Min size: 3%
Keep opacity: no
Edge Hardness: 0
Min Density: 10
Max Dens Prs: 49%
Hard <-> Soft: 0
Dens: Yes Size: Yes Blend: No
WHAT YOU SHOULD DO:
- Stay with us and keep calm.
The last thing we need when we’re panicking, is to have someone else panicking with us.
- Offer medicine if we usually take it during an attack.
You might have to ask whether or not we take medicine- heck, some might not; but please, ask. It really helps.
- Move us to a quiet place.
We need time to think, to breathe. Being surrounded by people isn’t going to help.
- Don’t make assumptions about what we need. Ask.
We’ll tell you what we need. Sometimes; you may have to ask- but never assume.
- Speak to us in short, simple sentences.
- Be predictable. Avoid surprises.
- Help slow our breathing by breathing us or by counting slowly to 10.
As odd as it sounds, it works.WHAT YOU SHOULDN’T DO:
1. Say, “You have nothing to be panicked about.”
We know. We know. We know. And because we know we have nothing to be panicked about, we panic even more. When I realize that my anxiety is unfounded, I panic even more because then I feel like I’m not in touch with reality. It’s unsettling. Scary.
Most of the time, a panic attack is irrational. Sometimes they stem from circumstances — a certain couch triggers a bad memory or being on an airplane makes you claustrophobic or a break up causes you to flip your lid — but mostly, the reasons I’m panicking are complex, hard to articulate or simply, unknown. I could tell myself all day that I have no reason to be having a panic attack and I would still be panicking. Sometimes, because I’m a perfectionist, I become even more overwhelmed when I think my behaviour is “unacceptable” (as I often believe it is when I’m panicking). I know it’s all in my mind, but my mind can be a pretty dark and scary place when it gets going.
Alternate suggestion: Say, “I understand you’re upset. It is okay. You have a right to be upset and I am here to help.”
2. Say, “Calm down.”
This reminds me of a MadTV sketch where Bob Newhart plays a therapist who tells his patients to simply “Stop it!” whenever they express anxiety or fear. As a sketch, it’s funny. In real life, it’s one of the worst things you can do to someone having a panic attack. When someone tells me to “stop panicking” or to “calm down,” I just think, “Oh, okay. I haven’t tried that one. Hold on, let me get out a pen and paper and jot that down, you jerk.”
Instead of taking action so that they do relax, simply telling a panicking person to “calm down” or “stop it” does nothing. No-thing.
Alternate suggestion: The best thing to do is to listen and support. In order to calm them down without the generalities, counting helps.
3. Say, “I’m just going to leave you alone for a minute.”
Being left alone while panicking makes my heart race even harder. The last thing I want is to be left by myself with my troubled brain. Many of my panic attacks spark from over-thinking and it’s helpful to have another person with me, not only for medical reasons (in case I pass out or need water) but also it’s helpful to have another person around to force me to think about something other than the noise in my head.
Alternate suggestion: It sometimes helps me if the person I’m with distracts me by telling me a story or sings to me. I need to get out of my own head and think about something other than my own panic.
4. Say, “You’re overreacting.”
Here’s the thing: I’m not. Panic attacks might be in my head, but I’m in actual physical pain. If you’d cut open your leg, no one would be telling you you’re overreacting. It’s a common trope in mental health to diminish the feelings or experience of someone suffering from anxiety or panic because there’s no visible physical ailment and because there’s no discernible reason for the person to be having such a strong fear reaction.
The worst thing you can tell someone who is panicking is that they are overreacting.
Alternate suggestion: Treat a panic attack like any other medical emergency. Listen to what the person is telling you. Get them water if they need it. It helps me if someone rubs my back a little. If you’re in over your head, don’t hesitate to call 911 (or whatever the emergency services number is where you are). But please, take the person seriously. Mental health deserves the same respect as physical health.