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aure vives, ‘wildflower crush’

i know a lot of people hate emails, but personally i love being able to formally give information. there's a formula i can follow and it works well all the time...literally so much fun its like madlibs

actually new ask game send me a scenario and a sender and i'll write you a professional email

I really just want to know your formula because I love following formulas for social interactions but (semi-)professional E-Mails always fuck me up because I don’t have a formula to follow

my formulas are something like this:

Hello Person,

I am greeting you and hoping you have had a good day or weekend. I am contacting you because of a specific reason which requires alerting you via email. This is a short sentence explaining how or why I need your specific help/approval.

This is a request for your help. This is an explanation of what I need from you. This is when I need it by. I'd appreciate if you could prioritize it. This is me not pressuring you.

Thank you very much in advanced for your help, I hope you have a good [day of the week/weekend] and I look forward to seeing you/ speaking to you later [or specific day].

Best,

My Name

OR

Hello Person,

Thank you for your patience regarding this Thing I am sending you. I will not overly apogize if it is late, just thank you for your time. I may include a short, but not overly personal explanation as to why it was delayed (ex: "things have been a bit busy here").

This is where I include the information regarding the Thing I'm sending you. This is where I include details that are important to note about said Thing. If I had trouble with the Thing, this is where I lightheartedly comment on the difficulty and deflect the idea I can't do my job by pretending it is a heads up for you only (ex: "the text formating is a little finicky, so be careful with how many words you type because it may get cut off").

Thank you again for waiting, let me know if you have any questions or concerns. Have a good [day]!

Best,

My Name

@electroniccollectiondonut here u go hehe

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea - Isak Dinesen

— Osho  (via naturaekos)

The only beautiful thing I've found while being in love is praying for the other person without even telling them, its just between you and Allah, even though they don't remember you anymore they don't think about the way they used to, moved on but you stillI choose to keep praying for them silently, this universe never promised anyone to give you the person you love but it will surely make you learn to pray for the people you love, the people you cant really unlove.

The only beautiful thing I've found while being in love is praying for the other person without even telling them, its just between you and Allah, even though they don't remember you anymore they don't think about the way they used to, moved on but you stillI choose to keep praying for them silently, this universe never promised anyone to give you the person you love but it will surely make you learn to pray for the people you love, the people you cant really unlove.

Jonice Webb, Running on Empty: Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect

Surprisingly, this is not a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy reference, but an actual fact. From Burnout: Solve Your Stress Cycle, by Emily and Amelia Nagoski

I think Doctor Emily Nagoski has a PHD but YEAH

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[bold, centered text] Forty-Two Percent [bold ends]

So how much is “adequate”?

Science says: 42 percent.

That’s the percentage of time your body and brain need you to spend resting. It’s about ten hours out of every twenty-four. It doesn’t have to be every day; it can average out over a week or a month or more. But yeah. That much.

“That’s ridiculous! I don’t have that kind of time!” you might protest - and we remind you that we predicted you might feel that way, back at the start of the chapter.

We’re not saying you [italic] should [end italic] take 42 percent of your time to rest; we’re saying if you don’t take the 42 percent , the 42 percent will take you. It will grab you by the face, shove you to the ground, put its foot on your chest, and declare [image ends here, mid-sentence]

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Here’s the last paragraph, completed courtesy of Goodreads:

We’re not saying you should take 42 percent of your time to rest; we’re saying if you don’t take the 42 percent, the 42 percent will take you. It will grab you by the face, shove you to the ground, put its foot on your chest, and declare itself the victor.

i need to stop imagining scenarios in my head that have a -2% chance of actually happening it’s becoming a problem

What is so beautiful about being in love is it forces you to come face to face with yourself. it is very challenging but it shows you to be fully able to love someone completely you must need to make amends with your past hurts. It’s a beautiful process if you’re in a relationship with someone who is patient enough to love you while you’re working on healing parts of you. true love is patient and it really can help you realize certain parts of yourself that were lacking your own love and acceptance. I think you’ll know when you found your person because they will help you expand your level of your self understanding in a positive way. they will see you. they will love you. they will choose you. is there anything more romantic in the world than to find someone who takes the time to understand you?

“Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one’s best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel. And so when we speak about my sexuality or my gender, as we do (and as we must), we mean something complicated by it. Neither of these is precisely a possession, but both are to be understood as modes of being dispossessed, ways of being for another, or, indeed, by virtue of another.”

— Judith Butler, Undoing Gender (2004)

— Allah will save you from it and from every destress

— Christian Wiman, from “Lord is Not a Word” in Every Riven Thing

What they don’t tell you about prolonged periods of introspection and careful observation is the harm that can come from being totally alone in that process, with no one to remind you that feeling, learning, watching, and healing are communal. When lonesome thought is fetishized, you feel obligated to suffer in silence, to see all struggles as individual rather than collective. You tell yourself that maybe you’re just growing apart from things you thought you knew, that you’re not doing healing right, and this must mean you’re just inadequate. And at some point, you obsess over this cultivated lifestyle of being quiet, small, and invisible as a means of personal protection that you feel forgotten about and in the end, you have no one but yourself to blame.

Sometimes I wish I could speak and write like I used to. But the more I see and interpret, the less I speak because I become increasingly aware of my own mental boundaries as well as the structural limitations I didn’t want to know existed. And the less I speak, the more I simply think myself into non-existence – or at least, what feels the closest to thinking but not really living.

What does it mean to be seen without desiring all of the accompanying narcissism that attaches itself to forms of recognition? I’ve been thinking and re-thinking the politics of recognition for almost exactly half of a year. Recognition is something so paradoxical to me, and thinking about it is bound to drive you to a point in your mental health where any mention of soap-bathing, bubble-blowing “self-care” rituals make you want to disappear a little more with each passing day. I wonder what it does to a person to ponder alienation in alienation for this long, in addition to all of the recognition rituals that compensate for it. My heart hurts just trying to wrap my mind around that.

I grabbed coffee with a friend I admire so much yesterday, and I asked her if she was feeling this way, too. She said something I knew to be true, but so desperately needed to hear and be reassured by: “Everyone is feeling this way. This feeling is political, not just personal. It permeates daily life and it’s only getting worse and worse.” And I can feel it all the way from Egypt to the United States, the two places I keep escaping for each other only to find myself retreating again for the other. The current global crisis in capital that is building up is wreaking havoc on so many of us in the most insidious ways imaginable. But even attempting to communicate this is difficult and frightening because alienation is so often strategically pathologized, misdiagnosed as “depression”, and written off as individual suffering. And so, we all suffer in silence.

If you want to know how much someone loves you, you should see how patient they are with you.

Patience in human love can translate into: “I love you for who you are, and even more for the person you have the potential to be, and for this reason I want to stay by your side and help you reach the best version of yourself.”

What’s beautiful about patient love is that it only gets stronger as time goes on. It’s a beautiful correlation. It’s like incense, the more it burns, the more fragrant it becomes.

Patient love means loving the seed even before it becomes the tree. It is only right that the patient gardener is given the fruits of the tree, they deserve they very best of it. They constantly watered and took care of it even when the seed was out of sight in the ground.

Perhaps even the seed doubted itself, but the patient gardener assured it by taking care of it, even when it was surrounded by dirt and felt all alone.