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  • me: I like reading because it’s relaxing

    me: *screams at book*

    me: *throws book against the wall*

    me: *cries over characters for days on end*

    me: *curses the author’s name*

    me: *shouts to leave her alone*

    me: *despairs at the end of the book*

    me: Yeah, it’s so relaxing

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  • One thing people should do more often/appreciate is not only effort but proper CLEAR communication.

    Having clarity over a decision or a general relationship is important.

    Being able to know things are okay between you or someone by not having misunderstandings BECAUSE you or someone intently listened to what has been said- is important.

    Being able to see someone cares about you by the effort they put out into checking on you, caring for you, and most importantly communicating with you are important.

    Please don’t normalize constantly being in a dissociative state. It ruins your mental health.

    Please don’t normalize friendships or general relationships where you are constantly worried, confused, or scared by how someone might feel towards you because their inability to communicate, their jealousy, their envy, their usage of manipulation tactics, while you continuously ignore all these red flags “because you love them”. Its unhealthy and will hurt your soul.

    Please DO NORMALIZE clarity in any mutual bond, with whoever it might be.

    🌼personal experience;

    Even (for myself) having psychic abilities, it gets old having to guess or “read someone’s mind” in order to understand something that can be simply stated. The reason I bring this up is because you can know a person, what they are thinking and feeling, but at times you might want them to flat out say it.

    Like how people say “I can’t read your mind, you have to tell me what you want”

    🌼Back to the point of this statement;

    👏- Realize that people who are close to you, who have known you, or are also intuitive people can know what you feel and understand your feelings and needs.

    👁- However, sometimes realize when you don’t speak these desires you are putting the person you care for in a situation where they are tired of “guessing” because you don’t vocalize these needs.

    💀- Furthermore, at times it can place the person who is trying to help you through your emotions feel unworthy with themselves because they not only don’t understand what you’re feeling because of the lack of clairty- they might feel resentment or upset that you don’t trust them enough to share your emotions openly with them- and if you do not, that is fine. But again, you should obviously be clear about that.

    ☀️- Clarity is in a sense, a base of mutual respect and trust within the fact everything that is needed to know about a situation or thing is stated. An understanding, if you will.

    I feel honestly, having clarity on where you stand or what choice you are going to be making is the bare minimum requirements to keep a healthy bond with someone or something, because if things are not CLEAR that can be considered a form of manipulation due to the fact you legitimately don’t understand what you are putting yourself into.

    You can say I am wrong and that is okay, everyone is entitled to their opinions.

    🙏- Moreover, I made this post because recently I’ve been seeing a lot of situations of people putting themselves into impulsive and tricky situations. I want people to at least understand you should have the right to;

    -know where you stand with something or someone

    -appreciate and reciprocate genuine understanding by intently listening and responding verbally

    -know that your words won’t be taken the wrong way, not being taken advantage of by understanding with this found clairty, feel safe and appreciated.

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  • الربح المادي من خلال هذا الموقع الرابط في صندوق الوصف

    #long reads #buy google local reviews #googleplay#kela #make money online
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    Mi experiencia con las drogas.

    Yo creo que la mayor parte de la gente que haya consumido psicodélicos fue gracias a sus amigos o alguien cercano, un amigo me ofreció lo que comúnmente se llama un toque de mota, la primera vez solo sentí todo lento, no hubo un cambio en mi forma de pensar o actuar, parecía inofensivo, no tuvo gran efecto en mí.


    La segunda vez fue en la universidad, por allí existen muchos chavos y chavas que la venden en diferentes formas, tamaños y colores, es muy fácil conseguir drogas si lo piensan… en fin. Mi amigo y yo compramos un panque de mota, la menara en la que lo hacen es a baño maría, ponen mantequilla con agua caliente y unos gramos, el THC es liposoluble así que se adhiere a la mantequilla ¡Voilà!  comida cannábica, esa vez decidimos que íbamos a ir a una fiesta junto con otros amigos, cuando todos los demás salieron de sus clases nos dirigimos a la parada de camión cerca de la estación del metro universidad, la verdad no recuerdo el nombre del camión o la calle, solo me deje llevar por los demás.


    En el camión mi amigos reían, gritaban, echaban relajo, sabían que iban a ir a un lugar donde podrían beber y hacer lo que quisieran, total somos chavos, fue allí cuando empecé a sentir algo, fue de lentitud, tanto en mis movimientos como en mis pensamientos, también llegué a sentir como si las cosas se repitieran, como un déjà vu, recuerdo que vea mis manos y sentía como se movían en cámara lenta, la verdad me dio mucha risa, nunca me asusto esa sensación, de echo me agrado bastante, llegando a la fiesta decidí comentarle a todos que me siento algo drogado, ellos dijeron que no había problema, me cuidarían, que estaría al tanto, no quisiera que mi segunda experiencia fuera lo que se llama “un mal viaje” o “la pálida”.


    En la fiesta recuerdo estar parado en una esquina con un vaso con no sé qué, solo recuerdo que era de un sabor dulce y color rojo, sentía la música muy diferente, el beat de las canciones retumbaban en mi pecho, se sentía agradable, de repente tenía mucho antojo de algo de comer (el monchis) no sabía que quería solo sé que quería algo que mascar, gracias al Leo del pasado, encontré una paleta en mi mochila “tutsi pop” son muy buenas, creo que en esa fiesta me la pase solo sin hablar pero lo disfrute aunque no hice nada, ni baile, ni platique con nadie, ni ligue, ni nada.


    Tras la experiencia de la mota decidí darle muchas más oportunidades, la consumía antes de entrar a clases, después de clases, con mis amigos, solo en mi casa, fumada en pipa, fumada en porro, en panqué, en mermelada, comparaba diferentes cepas de mota, mota cara, mota barata, de todo un poco, se volvió algo común, me hacía sentir de diferentes formas, calmado, creativo, chistoso, bailarín, caliente, dependía el día. Como me sentía lo suficientemente experimentado en la marihuana decidí probar otra cosa, es allí donde me sumergí al mundo de los ácidos.


    Los ácidos son una experiencia que deseo que todos prueben por lo menos una vez en su vida, son bastante estimulantes y placenteros, la primera vez que ingerí uno fue con otro amigo que rentaba cerca de la universidad, el me invito a una pijamada , no hay edad para las pijamadas o eso pienso, decidimos ver puras películas que considerábamos como de culto o lisérgicas, Títulos como Odisea en el Espacio, Trainspotting, La naranja mecánica, entre otras estaban seleccionadas en la función de esa noche,


    Me acuerdo que mi amigo me lo dio en un pedazo de aluminio, era un cuadrito muy pequeño, sin mucho chiste, pensé, ¿cómo algo tan pequeño pueda hacerte alucinar? no sabía de qué estaba hablando, ¡no importa el tamaño! es mi lema en varias situaciones. Cuando lo puse en mi lengua no sentí ningún sabor en específico, mi amigo me advierte que debo de dejarlo allí hasta que se disuelva el papel con la saliva, eso hice, tras unos cuantos minutos empiezo a sentirme diferente, una sensación placentera que recorre mi cuerpo, mis manos parecen danzar, sin que yo lo ordene, las paredes y las cortinas parecen más interesantes de los que me parecían antes, patrones con colores y movimiento se empiezan a formar, a danzar para mí en ese momento, había escuchado que tu pupila se hace enorme cuando estas ácido, así que me dirigí al baño para comprobarlo por mí mismo y si, es verdad, mi pupila era enorme, me pareció bastante lindo en mi ojos como tengo ojos pequeños, verlos así de grandes sin enrojecimiento ( a comparación con el efecto que te produce la mota) me agrado bastante, otro punto a favor para los ácidos.


    Pasaba la noche y las películas las disfrutaba bastante aunque ya todas las había visto, esta vez y con el estado en el que me encontraba parecía como si las viera por primera vez, los detalles, aunque pequeños que fueran, como la acción de los personajes, miradas o diálogos me parecían una genialidad, creo que en ese estado todavía era más consciente, pero esto cambio un poco, esto se debió a que mi cuerpo empezó a tener otros síntomas, los colores parecían que se desbordaban de las imágenes, se hacían distorsionadas y exageradas, no tenía miedo solo las apreciaba, miraba hacia la cortina y parecía moverse por sí sola, como una lampara de lava que se mueve sin fin, recuerdo que un amigo si se mal tripeo porque recuerdo que caminaba con una cobija que lo cubría, parecía ido, me acuerdo que decía sentirse un perro y tenía mucho frio, veía la hora y ya casi amanecía, algo que pasa con los ácidos, además de que te quita la noción del tiempo, te quita el sueño, no sabía si dormir un poco o debería seguir viendo la película, esos lapsos de tiempo los tengo un poco olvidados, solo recuerdo haberme ido a mi casa y en el metro se me empezó a bajar la sensación, pero esto ya hasta la mañana del siguiente día.


    Llegue a mi casa y reflexione sobre lo que acabo de ocurrir y concluí que es una sensación que me gustaría volver a repetir, paso el tiempo y decidí comprar más cuadros, compraba dos piezas y esos los racionaba porque los cortaba a la mitad para tener el control de mis dosis, había escuchado que las microdosis de drogas así de fuertes era mucho mejor para el organismo  y podías sobrellevar el día, así que eso me permitía estar acido el tiempo que quisiera y a la hora que fuera y seguiría siendo funcional, estuve ácido en museos, conciertos, en la escuela, con mi novia, durante el sexo, en mi casa con mis papas y todo estaba okey.


    Pienso que los psicodélicos no son para todos, pero si quieres la experiencia no te quedes con las ganas pueden ser una experiencia nueva que contar además de que venimos a esta vida y disfrutar las experiencias que nos ofrece, también creo que debería existir una educación sobre el uso de estos, más estudios científicos sobre su uso, pros y contras, dejarlas de satanizarlas, deberían de legalizarse, administrar el consumo y todo con conciencia de uso, así todo sería mucho mejor.

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    • ✨06.07.2020✨
    • 12/100 days of productivity 📚✨
    My online classes return, I woke up early and pass all day so much sleepy, had 4 hours of lactures and then had lunch, talked to my friends and read 30min of fallen, watched some video classes about literature and give up about studying, on vacation i was sleeping late and waking up late, it screwed up my sleep schedule, now it will suck to be productive while i am sleepy, but ok, I drink coca and then ended my mathematics review, give up again about studying and started procrastinating watching gravity falls and phineas and ferb, now I will FINALLY sleep.
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  • 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒖𝒏.

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    Günün Hasılatı Şükürler Olsun 🍒🙏🏻


    #vişne #keşfet #autohash #Turkey #Malatya #outdoors #people #portrait #summer #love #family #couple #nature #lifestyle #fun #affection #leisure

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  • #shacchou #arc:// the morning & evening star ( god of egypt ) #file:// character ( atem ) #file:// proclamation ( answered ) #[ i have not been feeling inspired lately #but this was fun to write #i set this like... #probably a few months after that incident #idk if you remember but #they were training one day and seto landed on top of him #they shared a very awkward kiss that neither have spoke about #and i think it may have happened before that whole #thigh touching moment #idk this is what came to me #more sweet than smutty lmao #nsfw. #long reads #priest seto x atem #file:// uss scandalshipping ( anywhere you go let me go too )
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  • Lay with me under a weeping willow and read your favorite book to me as I fall asleep.

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  • The sea is just a woman’s silky blue dress;

    and the waves are its silvery

    threads that have lost their

    adhesion to the endless cloth.

    The waltzing turbulence of the

    whales and fish are the pulse rate

    that drives her purging veins.

    Her body ends where

    the tides touch the land.

    She rests her head on the sinking west.

    The sun’s golden busses her chest.

    The sea is just a woman’s dress.

    And the tempest is her breath.

    Her catastrophy keeps her from drowning.

    - inkybites

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  • When Things Get Rough.

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    Im in a hot, old building waitting in a small old uncomfortable chair. A friend of our family is being examinated for cancer. Inna is a strong person, a beautiful kind woman, educated and always in style. She is actually a role model to every girl out there. Today she appeared so sad. But it was definately not because of the cancer.

    As I see her coming towards us, I am amazed. She is wearing an orange top, a beautiful maxi floral skirt, make up, gold huge earrings and an amazing perfume as always. Plus she is holding a fabulous brown leather designer bag. She is holding an almost done cigarette on her right hand and she is walking with grace and no care, with her black cat eye sunglasses on. She stops in front of a luxurious shop that sells bags. She stares while she is trying to finish her cigarette. I go next to her. No words needed. She looks at me, she smiles, and honestly, what a beautiful smile, and then she opens up her mouth << These bags are my favourite. They are the best on the market and I always buy from this shop. >>. Quality I think.

    We are in a small elevator. She is still looking sad. Not anxious, not angry, not nervous, but sad. I couldnt understand. Why wasnt she looking anxious? She appeared so strong. She asked to get alone in the surgery room. I was amazed by how strong she was, always on top, keeping her head up high and all that in style. She was like she got out of a movie. She was a mini Carrie Bradshaw.

    Then I understood why she was sad. Somebody was missing. Inna has a relationship with a man and that man wasnt there. I heard that he was “busy” and he wouldnt make it. Except the fact that I got into thoughts I also got another adult lesson today as I am starting my adult life now. NO MATTER HOW FUCKED UP YOU ARE, NO MATTER HOW HURT YOU ARE, YOU STILL GOTTA WEAR YOUR HEALS, YOUR LUXURY BAG, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND GET THINGS DONE. YOU ALWAYS NEED TO BE A LADY, YOU ALWAYS NEED TO SURVIVE, WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR LOVER. Thats what Inna tought me today.

    But the thing was, that I couldnt stop thinking. Why didnt he come? The most common thought is that he doesnt really love her. Well, thats a scenario. Though I tried to get in his shoes, I hope they are at least Georgio Salustro, and I realised that he might be afraid. Man tend to avoid 3 things: painful situations, responsibilities and shopping with their girlfriend. So what if he didnt know how to act? What if he was afraid of the results? What if he wasnt able to support her mentaly?

    Man I may not know but I can understand how awful she felt. A real man, who really cares about his woman would be right there, holding her hand at all costs. If she really loved her he would be there. But then again, I can understand his side, maybe he wasnt ready for this, not mature enough.

    There are many times ive seen men losing their shit when it has to do with serious situations. Because in a serious situation like this your muscles aint going to help, you need a strong heart, morals and a good mental state, your strong hands and your abs will not be able to face a situation like this. So I forgive him for being an ass, because I feel sorry for him.

    The thing is how do you recover from such a behavior? How do you bounce back, how do you keep on going, trusting him, loving him, believing in a relationship like this? Should she forgive him too and move on with him? Or should she forgive him amd say goodbye for good? The answer is up to Inna, not me. The thing is that theres no right or wrong choice. A woman cant teach a man how to wear his pants he should know by himself. Theres no right or wrong answer, not in love, its not maths, its something harder, chemicals in your head, feelings.

    Untill next time,

    Xoxo

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  • i need you and i want you to be here. i want you to hear me even if i don’t make a sound. i want you to read my eyes and to understand every move i make. i want you to just hug me even if i don’t ask for it because you know me… you know how much i long for comfort and i want it from you.

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  • There’s something truly beautiful about opening an old book with a battered spine and worn out, discoloured pages.

    #dead poets society #dark academia #we must be killers #the secret history #book#bookworm#academia#light academia#q#fandom#long reads#novel#classics
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