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Normalize gaslighting yourself into thinking everything is okay

"I am what I think you think I am"

I heard this while listening to "on purpose" by jay shetty and it's been stuck with me ever since. Sometimes we become those versions of ourselves that we think other people might think about us. If someone ever called you intellectual you would feel great about it but now you would be scared to disappoint them so you would inevitably act like it. The problem begins when you start looking for that validation, when you want them to say it again just because it made you feel good. When someone specifically points out that you are selfish and you start to sabotage yourself.

The only person capable enough to validate you should be you, yourself.

Awww aap toh kitni cutee haii

marjorie - taylor swift

I will be very cold rn stay the fuck away like fucking stay 10000 km away from me and don't even try interacting I will kick your ass and kill you right fuckimg now, I have the capability to rip you apart and throw away the pieces

my mother asked me "are you even straight?" to my statement of "If I EVER marry a man, that is.." and as soon as she says it, i go blank, and then like clouds emerging, i look at her, and I don't know what to say. I have practiced and practiced for this, but I..go blank. I jokingly say the closet is made of glass, but she doesn't get it. Your eyes come in front of me and I want to tell her that I like your eyes very much, and how the sunlight kisses your face, but my mother is not very fond of poetry. She says know yourself first, and I nod, I wish to say, I have known myself through her touch, her eyes, her hands, her body, her mind, her laugh. She touches me, and I know my body, her hands rake through my back, and I get to know I am ticklish at my back. She is my religion. I see myself in her, and her in me. I know myself when her lips, touch mine gently, with a fire of the unkown and the hunger of the known. She is my religion, and I kneel at her altar. I know myself best when I am kneeling at her altar.

I don't say this, so I just say, "I don't know, maybe"

maybe is your name.

I used to struggle with my sensitivity a lot I still do and sometimes it's just too much to Cope up with. It's like a belief engrained in my head since childhood and who am I supposed to blame about that we literally adapt to behaviours that people around us point out in us. My dad called me sensitive that one time I cried when I was 5 and I am supposed to carry it with me all my life? Just because one of the girls in my class back in 9th grade said I don't possess leadership qualities because she was clearly jealous should I just close my eyes and believe her?? When people call you by terms you don't clearly identify with you will fucking believe it everytime and that's because you don't know yourself enough. When situations like these arise you are supposed to argue back and say no I am not. You aren't dumb if you can't solve that one math problem that can clearly be practiced. You aren't unlovable just because a certain someone failed at loving you. Never give anyone else the right to tell you who you are and don't look for the answers outside. You are much above those marks on the paper and number of people interested in you.

(us in another universe)

Aww my heart <33 I really hope we get born as puppies in another universe and play around together