Who Called It Emotional Baggage And Not Griefcase

For the record...

I won't be posting any thinspo or proana/mia photos, memes, quotes, or blogs. I'm not here to share any motivation for pursuing the fucked up illness we're working through. I'm not your enabler. I'm just here to tell the truth. And hopefully offer some guidance.

So if you want any of the aforementioned, this is not the tumblr for you.

Uhhhhhhhhhhh...

Me: I’m having such a good time

Brain: sure would suck if you get hit with a low mood, and go nonverbal, and come off as rude and uninterested in your friends

Me:

Indeed

Shits getting real out there.. 

AH/designs Original Illustration 

So I just found about gua老师 and... WOW. Such beautiful art!

You Aren’t Boring I Just Suck At Conversations I’m Sorry: a novel by me

HAHAHAHAHA! So accurate! <3

All about dogs

Nine Psychological Tasks for a Good Marriage

Separate emotionally from the family you grew up in; not to the point of estrangement, but enough so that your identity is separate from that of your parents and siblings.

Build togetherness based on a shared intimacy and identity, while at the same time set boundaries to protect each partner’s autonomy.

Establish a rich and pleasurable sexual relationship and protect it from the intrusions of the workplace and family obligations.

For couples with children, embrace the daunting roles of parenthood and absorb the impact of a baby’s entrance into the marriage. Learn to continue the work of protecting the privacy of you and your spouse as a couple.

Confront and master the inevitable crises of life.

Maintain the strength of the marital bond in the face of adversity. The marriage should be a safe haven in which partners are able to express their differences, anger and conflict.

Use humor and laughter to keep things in perspective and to avoid boredom and isolation.

Nurture and comfort each other, satisfying each partner’s needs for dependency and offering continuing encouragement and support.

Keep alive the early romantic, idealized images of falling in love, while facing the sober realities of the changes wrought by time.

Thanks to Judith S. Wallerstein, PhD, co-author of the book "The Good Marriage: How and Why Love Lasts."

Source: http://www.apa.org/helpcenter/marriage.aspx

Strong Sarcasm | Bullies

Welcome to Strong Sarcasm, a blog segment written and realized through the masterful use of positivity. If you didn’t understand sarcasm before you came here. You likely will after, or at least I hope so.

Starting with Bullying.

Don’t you just love it when people don’t value themselves and decide to berate others to feel better about their lives and shortcomings? That is what makes young adult life so very easy. What would we do without those bullies that make us question our self-worth?

I remember going into school not interested in learning the material and actually getting a decent education, but waiting for the wonderful little quips some of my peers had prepared for me. I especially loved the ones targeted at identification. “You aren’t really black”. “Stop lying”. “But you look white”. “ You were adopted”. I would think. “These people must have been there when my Black mother gave birth to me, not me.” 

They surely had every understanding of genetics and biology… What intelligent lifeforms… Yes indeed. I never thought that I wanted to punch the crap out of these kids. Or that part of their brain must’ve bypassed the development stage. Perhaps when they were disrupting class by dancing on the table, and the remaining amount that was functional just… slipped out. 

Bullying as a child is one thing. As a child, you are young and developing, with strange hormones frantically barreling through your body. Sometimes you cannot differentiate between emotions and actions. So bullying is always better in adults. It’s a sure-fire way to discover maturity.

I will say, some kids go through really difficult events in their lives, bullies are often the result of social distress, or distress at home. That girl that you bullied or disrespected, you may not have known, but she was also struggling in her life. Her parents were going through a divorce, and she was at risk of being homeless. If you had asked, you would have known. Perhaps you could’ve made her life a little easier, too, because I guarantee she could have used a friend. And she didn’t abuse you just because she was struggling in her life.

So, to put a cheerful spin on this…

Don’t be a dick.

Writer & Editor

Vivian Alice

Hahahaha I'm dying! It's so true!

i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.

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