gamingfeminism
Central to the self-centred psychology of these people is that they see themselves as the targets of a grand conspiracy of feminist, progressive journalists and game developers that seeks to destroy their ability to… something. They have no actual issue. It’s all perceived persecution at the hands of political correctness. These “theories” are so narcissistic, so devoid of substance, that the only way to explain them is through delusion. And I mean, I get it - justifying one’s shitty behaviour with a made-up conspiracy probably feels better than confronting the painful truth that one is an asshole.
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loveamongowls:

i think the thing about recovery is that it’s so so important to remember that you’re achievements are still achievements, no matter how big or small, and no matter how long it took you to achieve them.

even if you cried, even if you got triggered, even if you had a panic attack. even if you had to ask for help, even if you had to start again, even if you didn’t manage it on the first try, or the second try, or the fiftieth.

you should never feel like a failure just because your achievement didn’t come easily. if anything, you should be more proud that you faced problems and achieved the thing anyway!

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I forgot to post a selfie yesterday so this one is to make up for that. Look! I put on makeup! I look pretty nice. Except for the dirty hair and the pjs. But look at that lipstick. So pretty. And I made a small attempt at eyeliner which was mostly smudged off but I tried. The blush is Hot Mama by the balm and it has that lovely reflective quality I dont usually like. But sometimes I do like it.

I forgot to post a selfie yesterday so this one is to make up for that. Look! I put on makeup! I look pretty nice. Except for the dirty hair and the pjs. But look at that lipstick. So pretty. And I made a small attempt at eyeliner which was mostly smudged off but I tried. The blush is Hot Mama by the balm and it has that lovely reflective quality I dont usually like. But sometimes I do like it.

unskinny
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air  (via fuckinq)

this seriously fucked me up right now

(via fight-0ff-yourdem0ns)

we-are-water

we-are-water:

timelordemort:

"i’m dreaming of a white christmas" i sing to myself in the 30 degree australian heat

what’s messed up is that this is actually what happens.

and one day it’s december and you’re wandering around Myer doing your Christmas shopping in short shorts and a singlet top and you’re still sweaty and gross, and you’ll realise you’re humming ‘white christmas’ to yourself and you are surrounded by displays with white fluff pretending to be snow and it’s honestly like some sort of cruel psychological mind game.