Who I Am - Tumblr Posts
hi
a tease of who I look like…? 😎
Gonna be real I don’t know what I’m doing, I got this so I could follow some amazing artists and creators out there who deserve more love than I can express. I made this tumblr blog because it’s a bit fun and therapeutic to me, dealing with mental health/anxiety issues, and I don’t expect (or even want) people to find this blog.
If you’ve found your way here, I both appreciate you and apologize for what you might find.
My birthday was a couple days ago, and I’m still amazed I made it to 30. Not gonna lie, when I realized it, I had a brief existential crisis about being aware of the passage of time, and it felt weeeeiiiird. Then I thought, “Hey, it’s not like it changes who I am, I’m still the fun loving autistic queer anarchist people know me as!”
The only difference between then and now is that I now have more knowledge under my belt and I’m more aware of things going on in the world. And I’m going to keep learning!
As a poet of my generation once said,
“Life is a lesson, you learn it when you’re through!”
Who I Am by The Score
I'm a saint, and I'm a sinner I'm a loser and a winner Without faith and a believer I am true and the deceiver I'm a hero and a villian I'm a myth, and I'm a legend Without strength and a contender I am real and the pretender Take me as I am, or don't Cause I don't give a damn, no Take me as I am, or don't Cause I don't give a damn, no I have my flaws I make mistakes But I'm myself I'm not ashamed That's who I am, That's who I am, That's who I am, I have my doubts I lose my strength Sometimes I fall, but I don't break That's who I am, That's who I am, That's who I am,
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I don't want to be someone else I don't ever want to lose this hunger Never gonna try to change myself, oh When everybody's got their soul on sale I don't want to be just a number Never gonna try to change myself.
I adore this video of one of the Old Republic trailers going with that song. I think, it could be a perfect Revan song or even Revan-Malak-the Exile one. It suits Revan and amnesiac Revan a bit better though. Especially “I'm a hero and a villian, I'm a myth, and I'm a legend” lines, they remind me of Darth Malak’s last words - “Savior, conqueror, hero, villain. You are all things, Revan... and yet you are nothing...”
You say you want a girl who's smart.
I correct you on your grammar or tell you that I can't go out because I'm studying and you call me pretentious.
You tell me you don't want a girl who's high maintenance.
I stay in my sweats and tank top so you complain that I don't care. (You're not Drake so your girl isn't always gonna look good with her sweatpants, hair tied, chillin' with no make up on.)
You tell me you don't want a tease.
I actually give you the time of day and then you lose interest because the chase is over.
You want a girl who's just chill.
I spend my weekends with my PS3 and all of a sudden I'm one of the guys.
You want a girl who's honest.
I tell you something about you that bothers me and all of a sudden I'm a nag.
I know who I am and I know what I want. Obviously you don't so before you come at me make sure you come a man - grown up, mature. Get your shit straight.
The pieces don't fit anymore
I am the fragmented expectations of everyone I love. From the studious academic to the charismatic conversationalist each piece contains a detail from an entirely different picture than the others. Nonetheless not one person in my life has ever seen the complete rendition of who I am, partly because at this point in my life I still have no idea as to who that is. I try on mask after mask with person after person to the point where I've forgotten what my face looks like. Just imagining my funeral is amusing. Deciding who should be in charge of my eulogy is akin to somebody deciding who would be the best cricket player on the Lakers; nobody would quite know what they're in for. Is it a grave injustice that they don't know? Do they care? Better yet, do I care? My life has been ruled by imagination with an iron fist. With the progression of time my mind blurred the lines of self and ought-self; the interpretation of myself as seen by others. It's not as though I am genuine with one and false with another (unless absolutely necessary). I just try to be the best depiction of what they expect. If the fates collided and their paths were to cross what picture would they paint? I've never really examined the piece prior to giving it away and now I cannot verify its authenticity. Is it me? Every mask I have ripped off has taken yet another piece of me as I placed another over the wound.
"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known."
Inadequate
I am constantly competing with the limitless potential of the 500 million possible humans who could've had my birthday. Every failure is reassurance that one of them is more deserving.
What I am?
Who I am?
A hopeless.
Worthless.
Nothing.
That's all I'll ever be.
I can't quit
I can't give up
I just keep going
Even when everything seems lost
I keep moving
Even when I feel i can't take it anymore
I wasn't born to be a quitter
I was born to be a goer, a fighter, a dreamer.
And I would never stop of loving who I am
Idk why I put in so much info about me,but yeah. This is me. Also,I suck as drawing shoes. (Ugh!)
понякога единственото, което искам, е да избягам. отегчена съм от еднообразието, от едни и същи хора и места. липсва ми нещо, но не знам какво. може би ми липсва нещо, което все още не съм опознала. ще ми се да можех да тръгна нанякъде, без посока, без цел, за да намеря това нещо, да можех да преоткривам градове и държави, да се скитам из непознати земи, докато пейзажите бавно се сменят заедно с хората, да търся това нещо, което ме разяжда отвътре. може и да не го намеря, но поне ще знам, че съм опитала. ще знам, че поне за малко съм се отървала от скучното ежедневие. и че там някъде, по пътя, съм преоткрила себе си и може би точно това ми е липсвало: да знам коя съм всъщност.
(via dont-grow-up-it-s-a-trap)
Another Friday
"Whores like me" I say, and my laugh is shrill and jagged
"Whores like me" and my voice breaks in the middle
Because I'm not too bright
And my personality isn't all that great
And the only thing I've really got going for me is that I like to fuck
But it's funnier than shit, because God loves whores
Like me.
All pieces of this altar were found items while hiking except for the candle, ring, and card holder in the back which has a quarter w my birth year.
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ִ ࣪𖤐 They/Them
ִ ࣪𖤐 Eighteen
ִ ࣪𖤐 Sept. 9
"Everyone barely escapes with their souls, it throbs, it throbs, it throbs."
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