its called peace and happiness and kindness and joy and simple fun. Its called a Good time

You don’t help a plant grow by berating it for not being big enough yet or comparing it to other plants that have grown faster - you help it grow by giving it the water and soil and fertiliser and space and sunlight it needs to give it the best chance of flourishing. And if it needs it, you give it something to lean against to help it grow tall if it’s struggling to stand up by itself.

That’s how you should treat yourself - give yourself the tools and care you need to flourish, and don’t be afraid to lean on other things for support if you need to. It’s easier to flourish that way 🌸

my real opinion is that if you feel like you have to write a paragraph of apology on a public social media site because you were offline longer than eight hours, because you accidentally reblogged something, or because you’ve changed fandoms or anything of that ilk, then your experience online is not healthy for you. you don’t have to hold yourself to imaginary standards set by strangers that you’ll most likely never interact with. if it gets to that level, step away from being online. find yourself again and do things that aren’t digital validation. i promise you it’s a thousand times less stressful and better for you to learn how to manage your online presence properly.

I GOT FROGGED???

Anyway guys don’t let this equivalent of a bunch of car keys dangling in front of a baby to distract you from the fact that Tumblr’s latest update removed the short cut to access people’s reblogs and original posts. Remember to file your complaints through Tumblr’s support ticket system.

Oh for fucks sake

EDIT: It seems Staff just decided to change more shit that’s worked a certain way for about a decade just because…. I dunno…. they’re not stimulated by the 9000 spam bot reports we send daily?

the “old” way is that you clicked on the reblogger’s username and it would take you to the original reblog. this now just takes you to their blog:

the “new” way is that you click on the empty space above the post:

I think @staff grossly underestimated just how many tumblr users routinely use this feature to get rid of dumbass comments at the bottom of bad reblog chain (while preserving the good part of the reblog chain). I spent 5 frustrated minutes clicking random shit before finally working out what I needed to press.

do keep in mind that basically no one on the dev team talks to one another before pushing changes. which is absolutely something you should light a fire under staff’s ass to fix but they’re not a monolith and whoever did this probably did not clarify that they did this.

which IMO would normally be grounds to fire them

artists will post the most profound and technically impressive work that rewires your brain to make room for what you just witnessed and then caption it like "the ploinky" or something

Pay heed to Klaudia Amenábar's words! Don't let the executives weaponize fandoms. WGA Strong.

My guys it is starting to work, I've seen some people I know complaining about the writer's strike and turning against them because their favorite shows and/or movie got put on hold. Please do not be fooled like this, this is exactly what the corporations want. It can wait, I promise you will find other things to focus, but writers need this.

Reword every headline they put out. “Due to not wanting to give writers money, Marvel has shut down pre-production on…” You can end this strike any time you want to, pal.

"Marvel too cheap to pay writers, production shuts down"

"Disney too greedy to pay residuals, deletes shows/movies"

"Studios cut corners on safety, production values, writing, acting, etc. in order to make more money; won't share with anyone below CEO level"

This.

100% this.

this is what having void siblings is like

I want you to remember, no matter how bad of a day today may have been, that you are not worthless. You are worthy of love, of respect, and of life.

Even saying ”I’m so sorry, I completely forgot” sounds marginally better than ” I’m so sorry, I didn’t completely forget, I actually completely remembered. I thought about it the whole time and it stressed me out so much my brain built an insurmountable wall around it.”

I love antagonists who mirror the protagonist instead of contrast them. They are the most extreme version of the protagonist, someone with the same dreams and beliefs who believed these things could only be achieved by the sharpest tools. The crushing weight of knowing that could be you.

( @fly-sky-high-09 #chipper it’s the monkies)

IT DA MONKIES

I don't know; I kind of think that our culture is based around systematic denial of human limitations. I mean, there's the eight-hour work day (which is about 4 hours longer than most people are consistently able to remain productive); buffing your qualifications on job applications (which everyone needs to do to some extent, because everyone else is doing it); the expectation of multitasking, even though it's not really possible; academics are running around with impostor syndrome, ultimately because there's only so many books that an individual is capable of reading, while a bunch of liars and grifters pretend that they're experts at *everything* and are held up as thought leaders. Billionaires are held up as if they're just incredibly hard workers, photoshopped movie stars held up as if they're just incredibly beautiful. We feel guilty for not being something that never has and can never exist.

A Yummy Treat For Me...

A little bit of Procurement for my White Ass...

NASA putting mice in zero-g environments is one of the funniest fucking tests anyone has ever done and I hate having to hand that to them. Put those beasts in a situation.

NASA putting mice in zero-g environments is one of the funniest fucking tests anyone has ever done and I hate having to hand that to them. Put those beasts in a situation.

Mahmoud Darwish, Life To The Last Drop

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“If someone said to me again: ‘Supposing you were to die tomorrow, what would you do?’ I wouldn’t need any time to reply. If I felt drowsy, I would sleep. If I was thirsty, I would drink. If I was writing, I might like what I was writing and ignore the question. If I was having lunch, I would add a little mustard and pepper to the slice of grilled meat. If I was shaving, I might cut my earlobe. If I was kissing my girlfriend, I would devour her lips as if they were figs. If I was reading, I would skip a few pages. If I was peeling an onion, I would shed a few tears. If I was walking, I would continue walking at a slower pace. If I existed, as I do now, then I wouldn’t think about not existing. If I didn’t exist, then the question wouldn’t bother me. If I was listening to Mozart, I would already be close to the realms of the angels. If I was sleeping, I would carry on sleeping and dream blissfully of gardenias. If I was laughing, I would cut my laughter by half out of respect for the information. What else could I do, even if I was braver than an idiot and stronger than Hercules?”

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