"People are not mirrors. They see you completely differently than the way you see yourself."
The CAS 360 made me incredibly sad. All that studying came to a waste when I drew a blank on one of the question. I hate how professors include so many questions on an exam with such a limited amount of time to finish.
Texted my mother to buy my favorite food and beverage to help me cope with this midterm sorrow.
I love my mom.
i laughed so hard omfg this was so creative
1. First, figure out what matters most to you.
2. Have the courage to live that life, no matter how hard it is, and no matter how much others mock or criticise you because of it.
3. Don’t look to others for affirmation and approval. You need to be true to yourself, and not to others.
It’s so difficult cause I dont know if I sincerely miss him or I miss having someone there.
Maybe it’s a combination of the both.
Misao to Fukumaru (Misao the Big Mama and Fukumaru the Cat), a collection of photographs chronicling the ordinary daily life of an elderly woman and her beloved cat Fukumaru, might seem an unlikely bestseller. But perhaps it is precisely the tranquility of Misao’s peaceful rural life that has appealed to so many busy residents of Japan’s crowded and ultramodern cities.
The photographer responsible for capturing the bucolic lives of Ihara Misao and her feline companion is Ihara Miyoko. The identical family name is no coincidence: Miyoko is Misao’s granddaughter, and the pair live together. Miyoko, now 30 years old, wanted to photograph her grandmother to compile a permanent record of her life. Back in 2003, three years after she began her project, a stray cat happened to give birth to a white male kitten in a barn on the Ihara property. The cat was soon adopted into the family and became Misao’s inseparable companion. Suddenly, Miyoko had two lives to capture with her camera.
"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know."
my love for this gif grows by the second.
"You can ask the universe for all the signs you want, but ultimately, we see what we want to see when we’re ready to see it."
I’m extremely emotionally unstable, sensitive and insecure
and it’s funny cause almost no one (except my family and ex boyfriend) are aware of that because I make a strong effort to hide it. I can’t stand being around Debbie downers are therefore, I always try to minimize talking about my problems/life and moreover, engage in conversations that are more centered towards the other person.
I don’t talk about my problems with my friends because 1) I don’t like spreading negative energy 2) although people might care, they won’t understand (vice versa, no one ever truly understands another person’s situation) and 3) I hate sympathy and I have always been reserved about what I reveal about my life (minus tumblr because this is a blog where I express my emotions).
When I was 19, I started seeing a Psychologist. This was something I was embarrassed about initially and I rarely told anyone. I went through my fair share of psychologists until I found one I really loved conversing with. She was a Caucasian woman in her fifties and was on the conservative side—a good fit for me minus the fact that she didn’t necessarily agree with the Asian culture. Unfortunately, I wasn’t capable of seeing her anymore for reasons. I took a break from therapy for a year and recently decided it was necessary to do so again. I now see a Chinese Psychologist which is refreshing because she’s a great fit: she understands the Asian culture and family dynamics well enough to comprehend my situation. I think people have this view that seeking therapy is an embarrassing factor and I don’t think it should be viewed that way. I believe everyone has flaws they need to work on and everyone is going through situations that they might need guidance on. Mental health is just as important as physical health. I’ve always been a strong advocate that one cannot achieve their fullest potential unless they are mentally healthy. Doubtfulness, insecurities, depression, egotisticness, etc. all hinder us. Imagine how wonderful it’d all be if we all could avoid developing these personality characteristics? Or better yet, seek help in overcoming our mental unhealthiness?
When I was with my ex boyfriend, the one thing I really valued about our relationship was that I told him everything. Everything. I have never told ANYONE everything. ever. ever. I was never embarrassed to tell him anything because I knew he would not pass judgment on me and he would always be there to comfort me. There were times were I would call him in the middle of the night crying hysterically and he would drive a hour to come see me, rent a hotel for me to sleep in, and buy me breakfast the next morn right when I wake up. He did this numerous of times even when he was exhausted from ten hours shifts. I don’t know anyone who has ever done this for me or will ever do this for me again.
He knows everything about my family. and about my parents. and their marriage. and their past. and what continues to happen now. I never tell anyone cause I know everyone has their own struggles. and why would I anyway? What good would that do? I don’t need ppl to give me advice or comfort me cause that would, and never has, changed the situation. That’s what sucks. is that I have dealt with this for my entire life and will have to because I literally cannot do anything about this. Family is not something you can walk away from, ever. That’s the most frustrating aspect of it all.
He was always so compassionate with me; he loved me probably five times more than I loved him. He was there to pay for our dates when I got laid off my job, he was there when I needed a new job and he got me one immediately, he waited five hours extra for me at the gym (making his work shift a totally of 12 hours) cause he was afraid that I was working the closing shift, he always took out my sisters and bought my mom gifts. No matter how grouchy or crazy or mean I was that day, he was always so patient and kind with me. He truly knows how to take care of someone and that is a quality that not many individuals have. Many guys are nice and sweet but not many are compassionate caretakers no matter the circumstance.
Now that I am not romantically involved with him anymore, it’s hard cause I don’t have that only person I turned to when something happened. It’s nice to know that he still cares for me and says he will always be there for me but I can’t allow myself to seek comfort in him any longer.
People who are highly sensitive, often struggle with the following:
1. They are easily overwhelmed, and often feel stressed through being overstimulated: That is, they often feel exhausted, stressed, worn out and worn down by processing so much detail - or through vicariously experiencing too…