turtleneck82:

🌿stand up🌿

how-to-disappear-completely:

My sailor scout embroideries so far. Sailor Mercury is the only one still available on my etsy. 💖
https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/ashleyjenningsart

tsurubride:

Spectrum #art #embroidery #contemporaryembroidery based on a photo by redditor letlivx (at Hong Kong)
https://www.instagram.com/p/B0LQudqnhyv/?igshid=1ctofp7ig15i9

tsurubride:

Twofold #art #embroidery #contemporaryembroidery based on a self portrait by @alfposen (at Hong Kong)
https://www.instagram.com/p/BrKvpN4HfAE/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17tk4bcnkcreo

floraone:

Some more Azabu-Juban, Tokyo ;)

I wake up in the morning looking at myself. Like yasss bitch, you’re a bad and independent bitch and men should bow down at your feet.

I see myself as someone who has been broken and I needed no other man to rebuild me, myself, and I.

I look at myself and I am proud of the progress I have strived over the year and how my standards only got higher because I know what type of woman I am.

Then I come home to my moms house…

Where I am told on a constant basis that all of my achievements and future success don’t mean anything without a man by my side.

That why am I torturing myself by not getting out there and dating. That without a man (most specifiacally C) I’m sad and lonely.

That just because I haven’t started dating anyone means I’m either lesbian or not over a piece of shit douche bag who literally did not care/listen to my wants and needs. In a relationship he did not want to commit to.

He made me feel like I wasn’t good enough and would punish me by saying shit like “I was going to ask you out, but then you acted out”. Who would constantly tell me he’s leaving me and talk shit about my friends/family. He would cancel hanging out with me 2 hours AFTER he was suppose to pick me up. And when we would have hungout it would always be either with his boys at a club orrrrrr in his bedroom.

This ate away at me for a long time and he made me feel the most insecure I have ever felt in my life. After him I was too scared to go through an embarrassment like that again. When I saw him two months ago in Florida he still felt like he “owned me” he would slap my ass and touch me constantly because he felt like he had the right to do so…

So when my mother/grandmother ask me why I haven’t started dating because I’m a fucking star and nobody on this earth (as of now) deserves my time or attention.

I know me and C live two completely different lives because I know for a DAMN FACT that when he comes to his families house he is…

Greeted

Welcomed

His mother always tells how proud she is of him

His mother probably told him that i didn’t deserve such a great man and he should not worry about peasants like me.

His mother probably talks to him more about his success and plans and supports him.

His mother wants him to be independent and hopes for him to find love but tells him he doesn’t need it to be happy.

I bet his mother doesn’t even know my name…so why can’t mine forget His?