#growing up
My baby tarantula has grown :,)
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***Disclaimer- to anyone who might be slightly annoyed at a 22 year old saying they feel old… this is not for you*** Similarly, if you like structure- this is a very stream of consciousness free flowing post.***
Upon jumping into the “real world” of having a job, a home, and money in the bank- I’ve weirdly felt angsty. Evener weirder is the fact that I’m mainly angsty about there being nothing to be angsty about- everything just seemed a bit too put-together.
Through the ambiguity of these feeling I have deciphered that they’ve been about growing up and feeling a bit too mature for my age, but it wasn’t until becoming obsessed with an MTV teen dram/com that I figured out exactly what this feeling was about: freshness and pessimism.
During the past 4 or 5 days, I’ve watched all 31 aired episodes of “Awkward.” It is a show about a high school- friendships, love, popularity, parents, and more. It is the perfect encapsulation of the emotions a lot of kids go through between 15 and 18, and it felt very real. Over the course of my forcibly short (I now have to wait for new episodes to air) but intense obsession, I realized something beautiful about that time in life- the wonderful and dynamic late-teens- and how I miss it- the freshness of everything and the pessimism that this freshness brings.
In the late teens, so many new things are happening on a much more intense and personal scale: falling in love, developing deeper friendships, new relationships with parents, and thinking of the future but having nothing to judge it by. It is all fresh and exciting and we don’t know how to deal with it and it feels so important because it has never happened before. Everything is life changing because the late teens are really when life is beginning.
And because everything is new, everything feels unique… and lasting. But when we see that all of it actually isn’t, then the pessimism comes. We haven’t known anything else and so when the breakup comes, or graduation, or moving or anything else - we feel as if the world is ending, life will never be the same, and we will NOT be okay. Just as the joy of newness had overtaken us so recently, the burn of loss does too.
But the truth is (and in the late teens we are told this constantly but never believe it, and any teen reading this now will not believe it either)- the truth is it will all be okay. Another love, another school, another friendship will happen and fill our time and our thoughts and our hearts. A sad month will be just a month in a pool of many and similarly a happy day will be part of a mental collage that makes us smile.
Of course, it doesn’t erase what was before or what was first, and the feeling of that newness will never be forgotten- it will be looked back on as magical- so encompassing and wonderful and frightening, but most of all- fleeting.
Life is like a puzzle- each person, place, and experience that we encounter is a piece. Some grow in size or hold an ever-important place, and others shrink to obscurity as more are added. The hard part is when you feel like you can’t control that shrinking, when without knowing you lose the connection to what used to be so important and when you can’t feel the same joys in the same way.
I think my angst is because new things are happening and things are changing… and I don’t really care. It feels normal. My life has been change for so long. I’m not phased. And though I’m excited- I’m not amazed.
A new city is a new city, a new friend is a new friend, a new fact is a new fact- it is all exciting and I’m learning and I’m growing and I feel my future becoming increasingly meaningful and important, but it isn’t the same all-encompassing joy or fear like that of the late teens. But it is a new feeling, and I’m eager to explore this feeling as well. There is something pleasant about knowing the wounds will heal, that people will stay in touch, and that life does go on.
That’s the important part of this post- it isn’t emo, or trying to say that the late teens are the most important part of one’s life (how could a 22 year old make that statement anyway) but what I’ve realized is how special that time is. How treasured the freshness and the pessimism should be kept.
All moments in life need to be appreciated, and often it is easiest to do that in retrospect. I’m not sure what is best though- is it nicer to be swept away in the moment and only realize how astonishing it is later? Does reflecting in the “now” take away from the now- or complement it?
… If there is a show that answers that, let me know.
Hilarious and heartfelt, in that way only Pixar know how to do, I absolutely LOVED Turning Red.
Read my full review at the link below…
Growing up/feeling down byAriee
Gazing you feels more intimate than your kisses.
I feel as if my whole life has set me up for disaster. That every day has been a push towards the edge. Every breath is buried with burden. The mornings are filled with guilt, I swallow my words for breakfast, drink my sorrows whole. The nights are meant for battles, sinking into sheets, dread mixed with dreams. Hope slips through my heart, gets lost in the broken cracks. I am clinging to loose threads, dangling over the darkness. Each passing minute is a moment spent with misery. All the years of wasted youth, the ghosts of who I’ll never be, all trail behind me. The hauntings of never really living, the reality that this world has only offered me wreckage; it’s a truth I’ve carried in my throat for far too long. So I’m stuck coughing up the chaos, growing in the gloom.
Isabel Cabrera
Changing Room Selfie
I never share an opinion on tumblr bcz frankly, no one cares abt my opinion. However, l feel a need to reblog w a brief comment: No woman, man, child or animal deserves to ever experience the type of abuse depicted on this video. Abuse of any kind is never appropriate or acceptable. This is not a mutually healthy relationship. Reach out. There is help. For those of us on the outside looking in, never ignore the warning signs and be the person who makes a difference. It may save a life.
National Domestic Violence Hotline: 800.799.7233 or text START to 88788
Love Sam Hunt and this song…and the video is an important reminder ⚖️
Now I’m back to being carefree and fun!
La otra cara de la vida.
“Y hallarás detrás de la voz que te injuria busca herir … el silencio que sufre.”
De que otra forma, ¿creerías que detrás de la fiera imagen mora una ovejilla amedrentada? ¿Acaso que ocultos debajo de la violencia se hallan la inseguridad y el temor?
— Interpretaciones. [Incidental.]
A flower on the way…
“Time to smile is the time backwards Where to do the usual thing is to start over When the eyes of the world stop and watch you spin It’s time to love.”
— Juan Francisco Palencia.
“Love is built day by day with love, good treatment, support, respect, communication and trust."❤️
"Nuestros ojos, pensamiento y palabras saben ponerse de pie, cuando los sentimientos entran por nuestros poros, nos conmueven pero más allá de repetidas acciones que nos puede llevar la rutina del deseo. El verdadero amor y su incansable invención a improvisar, reencontrarnos y dejar sobre sus recuerdos gran parte de nuestra sed y piel. En algo que parece una poesía de la vida, que detona la alegría, la nostalgia de quien amas.”
— Interpretations. “incidental: thought, minimalism, short poems, a place where words and feelings come together.”
“Mi corazón tiene razones que el amor y la vida ignoran.”
— Juan Francisco Palencia.
Being happy makes us spread enthusiasm and be more united. “It allows us to fly with the imagination, invent new things, attract people, dissolve grudges and resentments, forget sorrows and minimize adversity.”
“Si amas una vida que se te a entregado, tu vida se verá correspondidá con el mismo amor.”
— Interpretaciones. [Incidental.]
… “Once she asked me the meaning of her love and beauty. I answered her; it is easy to define it, it is what passionate me and despairs me.”
— Juan Francisco Palencia.
“…They say that what you look for finds you”. But I don’t understand why if you show your eagerness and interest in someone, as the surprise and pleasure pass, then you only receive indifference? As if you had never existed, which is why I think so It’s how one changes and becomes the same as the others.
— Juan Francisco Palencia.
I’m starting to form opinions and I’m scared…
there’s nothing wrong with admitting you were once toxic.
there’s nothing wrong with admitting you made a couple people feel like shit.
there’s nothing wrong with admitting you fucked up and were horribly arrogant and parasitic.
there’s nothing wrong with admitting you did anyone wrong, especially if you’ve learned from it. If you’re humble enough to admit it, I guarentee there’s a bit of a good person inside of you.
Sometimes it is your fault.. Sometimes you don’t listen well enough, you’re selfish, you’re rude and you aren’t always right. Sometimes you fucked it up and tbh that’s okay. It happens, learn from it, apologize and keep it moving. Just because you fucked up doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. Don’t dwell on it
no but this is so important.. it’s so important to just accept you can fuck up you’re allowed to fuck up. you’re allowed to be wrong and it won’t be shameful, it won’t be the worst thing to happen. you’ll either let it go or learn from it and not let it happen again and that’s good.
Can confirm, sometimes you do just really fuck up. But that’s okay! As long as you learn from the experience and try to make things right, you’re on the right track. Even if you end up unable to fix what happened, you can always do your best to make sure it’s something that never happens again.
If you’re a teacher and believe you’ve never fucked up something, you’re not being honest with yourself, and worse, you’re being a bad teacher. It’s not that “good teachers” always make mistakes. It’s that good teachers are cognizant of the fact that they have learning to do as well to be good at their job, to understand how to reach their students, to understand how to communicate more clearly with parents, to understand how to balance their workload and their personal time.
Be open to the fact that you have made mistakes. Maybe even that you royally fucked something up and can never go back and change that moment in time. But you can absolutely do better moving forward and help others avoid those same mistakes.