Pngs With Words

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Joana: This is crazy!!

Rodrigo: Nothing is really crazy. Some things are just different.

Charlotte: Well, there must be some standard for what is crazy and what is normal,, like, how can we know what is right and what is not?

Rodrigo: Maybe we just created those ideas, maybe everything can be ok in a different circumstance, maybe what we judge as a polite or nice conversation can be annoying on another point of view or time.

Joana: WHAT?

Rodrigo: Think at this like what we consider wrong today or what we consider normal now days. Would you say it was always wrong or normal? During the history of modern society, was everything normal all the time?

Joana: Of course not!

Charlotte: Most definitely not, some things are just insane today or used to be at some point.

Rodrigo: That's my point. Nothing is crazy because the idea of crazy is always linked to the idea of normal,, and what's normal today might not be tomorrow and what we consider a crazy person may become what we consider a bright or extremely intelligent person in the future. Just think about it next time you think a idea is crazy.

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The Painted Lady 🌙 this has always been one of my favourite episodes from season 3!

/bravery

I always think I should write more. Writing feels good, sounds nice and in the end it is one of the best types of therapies there is. However, like everything in this world, it requires bravery. You need to be brave to write because you need to be brave to expose yourself. To show what you think, what you feel, what your brain can create, it all requires a lot of self confidence. The same with sharing any type of art you create. You need to be able to trust yourself and say ‘’hey, I am good at this and this is good enough for me. I am proud”. To me, that’s how everything starts. 

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You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

I'm on a point that I don't know if I'm struggling with quarantine or struggling with life itself.

I was planning on doing the aupair, found a family, they live in a nice place to study on the area I want to work on, it would be nice, go a year abroad, study on a foreign University, come back and have a nice curriculum to get a nice internship on my area.

However, like always, something needs too go wrong and here we Are with quarantine, I don't know if I will be able to get the visa, the driver license and go to do the program.

Here I am again, rebuilding everything from the scratches, thinking on an plane b, c or d because it is regular on my life to the first or the second plant don't work out. So, ok, the aupair might not work so I must find a way to improve my life in here or try a different program, there is many options honestly but we always choose to surrender to anxiety.

✧・ﾟ:*Today’s magical girl of the morning is: Cynthia from Gothic Wa Mahou Otome!✧・ﾟ:*