When I Was A Child, I Didn't See The Importance Of Talking Or Having Connection With People, And I Spent
When I was a child, I didn't see the importance of talking or having connection with people, and I spent all my time reading books. Everyone treated everyone as a friend, so there wasn't a problem. When I became a teenager, I suddenly found myself alone, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't maintain a relationship that wasn't texting with some foreign stranger on the internet.
The situation hit me hard both academically and mentally; my family noticed but I never told them the reason. One of my aunts warned me "Don't be so sad all the time, or you'll regret it when you're grown up, asking to yourself 'why didn't I enjoy my best years while I still could'" What she said stuck with me through my adolescence, even at the lowest points when I wanted to dissapear. And now that I'm an adult, and I can tell you she was both right and wrong.
My phone's getting older. I'll have to buy a new one soon, so I've been selecting which pictures I should keep when I came across old screenshots. I've had this Tumblr account for a while now, I think I had it even before the NSFW ban (which is quite ironic as I have to block and report pornbots daily) and seeing people talking about their problems made me feel seen. I didn't posted at all, simply taking screenshots of the posts that gave this feeling of "I'm not the only one". I was thankful I wasn't crazy. And today, reviewing those posts, I laugh. Not because I think they're stupid, but because I don't need them anymore.
The hurt I felt keeps whispering at me. I'm still highly anxious, and I've yet to kiss someone. But I have friends now. My relationship with my parents has become better, and I'm more independent than before. I've learned that life is a mix of ups and downs, and you can't stay forever in downs. My aunt was right when she said I regret what could've been, but she was wrong when she said I'd wonder to myself why I didn't enjoy it. I don't care to examine the reasons of my sadness. All I can say about is that I'm glad that sad old me could survive long enough to be here writing this post. The past can and will hit me with nostalgia and what-ifs, but for now, all I want is to fulfill the hope that 13 year old me screenshoted for the future:
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Proving a point to my boyfriend.
PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry
special thanks to @sanktnikolais for editing my messy thoughts, i adore you
As a Colombian woman, it really warms my heart to see how many people are loving Encanto—all the positive reactions and the praise the movie has received not only from the critics but from the audience in general make me happy beyond measure. I, as well as pretty much everyone in this country, have always resented the negative representation we have had in the media.
For instance, “Narcos” is one of the best examples of this hurtful representation that continues to profit from some of the darkest moments of recent history, events that we all would like to bury in the past.
Nonetheless, the discourse I have seen about Encanto, especially on Tumblr, has disappointed me greatly. Most people have focused on coming out with headcanons about the characters’ sexuality and gender, or writing Camilo x reader fics (do you realize he’s a teenager? please stop) shifting completely the real focus of the movie. Listen, I am not going to tell anyone what to do or to gatekeep these characters. The fact that you think Isabela is a lesbian doesn’t bother me; what I’d really like to remind people of, specially queer white folks, is that this movie isn’t for you.
This movie was made first and foremost for Colombians and Latinos. Therefore, when a movie like Encanto, which excels in every aspect and has finally given us the representation that we have been dying for, gets its every valuable aspect outshone by these woke and for the most part ridiculous takes (Bruno is autistic bc the knock on wood thing? Tell me you are white without telling me you are white.) It is expected that people like me won’t feel happy.
That being said, in this post I want to tell you about the amazing job Disney made at representing the armed conflict in my country and what this representation and the song “Dos Oruguitas” mean for Colombian people.
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I wish!!!
I came here to procrastinate away from writer block have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now
What the past couple days have felt like
Never not rebloging this
some dumbass: hermione deserves BETTER than ron!!!
also them: I ship hermione with fucking bellatrix
No but this is a literal mood
I woke up to write a fake dating au idea that had come to me in my dreams, and I spent like half an hour writing a chapter before I looked at the clock.
It was 4:37 a.m.
Of a Sunday.
Guys it’s. 2 am. I’ve been writing fanfic, what has my life become,
bye bye petit papillon
Hey, so I've been searching endlessly for a hayffie fic on ao3, but it seems to elude me. If anyone can help me to find it, I'd be really grateful.
The premise was that the rebellion happened not on the third quarter quell, but at the second one. Five/six years later, the rebels won and made a final hunger games for the capitol children, and Haymitch ends up as Effie's mentor.
"Haymitch was furious. Dr. Trinket was a good man"
Snow's granddaughter, who I'm pretty sure was named Cassandra, was also in the games. Effie kills her with a mahogany branch.
After Effie wins, she goes to travel around with her father and then returns to Haymitch
"You did promised to take me on a date"
Then they settle down and have a daughter
It was published somewhere around 2015 and 2022, but I haven't been able to find it anywhere in ao3.
never forget how hard they had to nuke Lukanette bc they accidentally made a pairing 100000x better than Adrienette
Bienvenidos/Welcome. I'm a young man who enjoys reading and watching animated stuff of any source. TW: More often than not I'll use explicit language This account is usually not that active(it's main purpose is for liking and reblogging posts). However, make yourself at home. I may write short stories and publish them here in the future.
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