For therapy I had to make images that would remind me that I could feel good about myself as I healed and I couldn’t think of a better icon than Sailor Moon. So I give you…Self-Positive Sailor Moon.
I LIKE THIS A LOT
The first, second, third, and last in the set are all morals from Sailor Moon Says, too. Kinda makes me want to cry.
Hehe, that they are! I’m so glad other people appreciate it!
Wow I never imagined this would take off in any capacity….but I’m glad!
this is the emotion police. being sad is illegal now. youre coming with us, buddy. we’re gonna take a little trip downtown. you wanna go get ice cream and see a movie?
Loki calm down.
It’s just a game.
Being skinny is not my only ambition in life
Being light and empty and fragile are not things to attain to
A flat stomach and protruding bones will not make me happy
I am a wonderful friend
I am funny as fuck
I am caring
I am intelligent
Exercise is fun
Exercise gives me endorphins
Exercise makes my heart healthy and my body stronger
Exercise is not a chore
Exercise is not to burn calories
Food is to be enjoyed
I am ready to experience the world
I almost cried when I saw this part. This is what you do. You don’t continue on your way because it doesn’t involve you.
Look at the way she shields the stranger WITH HER OWN BODY.
This is what needs to happen when you see someone being bullied or harassed.
This is powerful.
so for my art project we had to fake a death/murder. for mine I did someone who had jumped off a building. when I was laying down while the picture was being taken, 7 people came running up to me asking if I was okay and if I needed an ambulance etc. I’ve been suicidal for a very long time, and the thoughts of jumping off buildings and ending my life have gone through my mind a thousand times. But the fact that people actually stopped and came running over to see if I was alright made me see that people do care, strangers care. so many people looked and walked past, but these 7 people some how took these suicidal feelings away… weird huh? But the moral of this story is that people do care about you, even people who don’t know who you are.
Idk why I can’t seem to stay in the same place for too long. Maybe it’s just cos I’m used to it?
In the two decades I’ve been alive, I’ve lived in more than 15 ‘residences’ and gone to 12 schools.
So now if stay at one place for too long (> 2 years), I get the overwhelming urge for some change.
Not going to be homeless :D
(Bonus: new roomie has a puppy! Hope my cats don’t bully him…)
I’m really excited to move in, actually. The apartment is bright and nice, but the downside is the location. It’s literally right beside the railroad, on the dead quiet outskirts of town. Not looking forward to the commute
I tied a red string around my finger
so I wouldn’t forget the important things:
to swallow my pills in the morning,
to call my mother every night,
to only tell my friends about
kissing the boy from History on Tuesday,
and not about the emptiness that rippled
through me on Tuesday night.
To turn in my paper on time,
12 font, double-spaced, Times New Roman,
no sarcasm, the professor hates that;
to talk to the girl in the library
with only sarcasm, she prefers that.
To stop taking medicine with vodka,
it only makes things worse;
to waltz into work
with bright eyes and no sign
that I thought of twenty-six
ways to die the night before.
And my red string grew tighter,
weighted with the routines and rules
that I had carved into stone,
and I never realized that I had forgotten
the most important thing:
what it meant to be alive.