perspective for life

lmao some people in here are measuring harry’s love for the other boys by him deleting pics on SOCIAL MEDIA?? like are you actually a child?   take a walk and get a healthy perspective in life. harry loves the other boys and it’s frankly ridiculous if you’re getting pressed over facebook.

gamerlegend09  asked:

😒 I never thought I'd see the day, that I'd get Angry at a certain blue BUNNY

Well as we said before, you have to see where he’s coming from. In his own way, Icepants IS trying to help, and the “advice” he gave is completely genuine given his own perspective about life. Is it helpful? Hardly. Articulate? Definitely not. But it is 100% honest in his eyes, and he’s the kind of person who believes harsh truth can prevent future heartbreaks… It would actually help a lot if he actually knew anything about what’s he’s talking about instead of assuming things and rushing to conclussions, but then again, some people are like that.

Sans is not weak by any means, specially in the emotional area. He didn’t even consider Icepant’s claims of Toriel trying to use him as a possibility because he knows Toriel and knows she isn’t like that. However, there are things he still doesn’t know about himself, and that’s why the conversation had the unwanted effect of making him reflect in some things he had convinced himself to ignore. Icepants worked as a catalizer for what Sans is going through, but he is not the reason.

Alright, but only this one time.

- Poisond

my heart when younger phil’s dream of lots of people seeing his game is fulfilled: 💘💘💕💓💗💖💖💕💖💗💘💘💕💘💗

my heart when i realize phil has always been a creative genius with unlimited talent and a unique perspective on life: 💓💓💖💖💕💞💖💘💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💖💕💗💕💗💕💗 

 my heart when phil is appreciated: 💞💞💕💘💖💓💓💗💖💕💕💕💓💗💗💓💗💘💞💖💖💗💖💕💞💖💞💗💖💖

The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.
—  Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time

i am constantly growing as a person and i’m very thankful for it.. i just.. love myself? in the most sincere way. i am aware of my flaws, and i accept them, but i don’t encourage them. i allow myself to make mistakes, and forgive myself for them, but push myself to learn from them and use the experience to become better. i am understanding of my limits, but i also make myself take chances sometimes, because i also know i’m capable of more than i’d like to think i am.. and sometimes, the only way to grow is to make yourself… i don’t have it all figured it out, and i still have a long way to go, in my own personal journey, but i’ll be there with myself every step of the way. and that’s a very nice thought.

What if today was the last day you would practice nursing?
Would you remember the first pair of scrubs you wore, crispy clean not a stain on it?
Would you remember the feeling of being a student nurse, vacillating between feelings of terror every time you entered a room and excitement at what the future would bring?
Would you remember the first patient you took care of all on your own as a new graduate, the first time you took report without anyone hovering over you, the first time you assessed a patient without an instructor, or preceptor bossing you around?
Would you recall the first patient you suspected something was amiss, and followed your instinct, your uncertainty, the inherent part of you that’s vital to your work which isn’t taught in any textbook?
Would you remember, the patients who touched your soul, the patients who broke your heart, the patients who angered you, challenged you, the ones who pissed you off intentionally, the ones you learned from?
Would you see again through your own eyes the very first code of another patient you witnessed, from the crash cart where you stood trembling, but under the safe guidance of a preceptor who walked you through it all?
Would you remember the fear of encountering your first unresponsive patient?
Would you recall the steps you took, the role you played in helping to save the life when you felt as small and inconsequential as a mouse?
Would you recall the moment you carefully crossed your expired patient’s hands and feet, gently closing their eyes, covering them in a shroud, holding back tears lest you appear weak and emotional?
Would you remember the first time you were asked to take charge of the unit, glancing around incredulously as in, “seriously…me?”
Would you recall the first new baby nurse you oriented, the trust as they followed you around, watching your practice, or the feeling you had when you in turn watched them doing something with excitement for the first time?
Would you recall the many times you’ve come onto a shift to find empty IV bags, messy unorganized rooms, incorrect IV solutions hanging, unclean patients, unfair manipulated assignments, IVL’s falling out, or deep sense of foreboding once one patient codes, they come in threes?
Would you remember the nights, days, and moments of potlucks, surprise break room parties, celebrations of births, engagements, honorable prayers of the deceased coworkers, hallway and nursing station trickery and antics?
Would you remember the patients you have lost, a marking on your soul of each encounter?
Would you remember the first patient who looked up at you with trust, and how this made you feel? How it made them feel?
Would you see today differently, if you knew it would be your last?