bells

#wip
Acho que vou fazer uma série de hora de aventura

"Beyond the Blue" by Jo Grundy

Véi tive um pico de ansiedade pq vi o bicho do inferno

Como eu estou pós primeiro dia do ano oficialmente

SALVE RITA LEE #BBB26

as vezes a sindrome de impostor perde e eu me acho muito artista

Chefe de masmorra

Sir Duncan Rolando

#BRart #art #oc #AsAventurasdeTakeshieBrenda

NGL I'm paying attention to who's not celebrating my victories

Amanhã sem feriado

Em uma batalha de melhor secundário quem ganharia?

Oo that's a good translation! Conveys the meaning well (it's hard to go for a literal translation w this one)

🃏🚿❤️

#hisoka

@vulcanchicks.bsky.social I need to know how "sextou" was translated for you

Rostinho de um gatinho cinza rajado e branco dormindo capotado de lado com o rostinho apoiado na perna da pessoa que tirou a foto ficando com a boquinha entreaberta mostrando os dentinhos pequenininhos e alinhados

Sextou

Pôster com ilustração de dois homens peludos e gordos fazendo exercícios para peito. Está escrito no pôster "hard work, big tiddies", em português: trabalho duro, peitões.

pôster motivacional pro carnaval que vem 🏋️‍♀️

It's like I can see my inaugural wounds better now

As a child I had all of this delirious self esteem, but I never worked out the relationship between me and the other.

I wish I could've been meaner. I wish I had defended myself better in front of the people who triggered all of my friendship trauma.

I'm thinking that healing is not necessarily about forgiveness. Sometimes it may be about letting all your negativity out instead of swallowing down and bottling up.

And now when I talk about how much I resent her, it's something that took place years ago and no one else thinks it's relevant anymore. No one but me. Maybe I never allowed myself to heal.

I didn't want anyone to try and fix things and sway my opinion or defend her in front of me after she did something so unforgivable. But they continued being her friends, I was excluded from every gathering, and I bottled it all up inside for years.

Looking back, I think my decision not to tell my mutual friends of my estrangement with a former friend -- which I made in an attempt to protect my peace -- probably caused me to heal way, way worse.

I had an energy drink today, was really productive but also I'm frying in anxiety now

Editing, however, was NOT healing in the slightest 😭💀

bullying really fucks you up

(And yet I've ALWAYS been drawn to people who are confident like that).