heaven(hold) will be mine

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That wonderful home cooking! #vintage #cottagecore #supertaster #aesthetic #momcore

guy who thinks dreams are broadcast from somewhere (by something?) and shared by everybody. guy who runs into you at the water cooler and is like "hey dude the dreams were crazy last night huh? I bet you loved that one about the airplane"

Starting some kind of collection

I think a lot of what we call nostalgia is actually contentment.

In a tale as old as fucking time, I'm Like 30 and sometimes it feels like I've spent the past decade and change chasing after the good feelings I remember from a time in my late teens, specifically the summer in between high school and college. I was done with high school, getting ready to start my degree, fully intending to someday marry my longterm romantic partner, and most importantly of all I didn't have a job and I spent pretty much all day in the woods sitting under a tree and reading. I felt more at peace then than I ever had (had) before or since, and every attempt to revisit those places and moments felt hollow and empty. What it missed was that original feeling of rightness, the surety that I was exactly where I was supposed to be and doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing.

But lately, with the way my writing has been going and the beautiful little family I've managed to be a part of, y'know what I feel when the depression and anhedonia let me feel stuff? I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be, and doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

The magic goes dormant from time to time, sometimes even for years, but it doesn't go away. The idea that the magic can ever go away is a lie made up by high school reunion companies to sell more high school reunions.

High School Reunions are real? I thought that was just a trope??!

Nah they're real. They tried to get me to go to one of them things and I was all like "Dude there's a plague and I'm in Florida and also I don't remember any of you"

2 Sumatran tiger cubs were just born at the Memphis Zoo which is awesome bc they are critically endangered and also I am losing my mind over this image of the cubs and their mom. The babies’ tails make a heart….

i hate dogs with blue eyes. why is fucking jeff the killer at my back door

Do you need something.

before this starts getting notes i have to add that this is not my dog. i dont know how he got in my backyard

I have the blizzard diversity chart installed in a gland in my brain and this is how i look at passersbys as i calculate their points on it

hm.

well. that's.

hm.

hey guys wanna come over and play 9/11 with me

Using red dye to demonstrate that mercury can't be absorbed by a towel

Forbidden Beverage

thinking about how peoples blorbos tend to be men on here (makes sense with the trends in fandom of men being prioritised etc etc) SO please reblog and tag your female blorbo(s). this is NOT the post to be like “[male character] becuz he’s a woman to me” i Will come to your house and bite you. anyway i’ll go first mine are susie and julie from dbd and carly jones from house of wax 🖤

Possibly the greatest NPR exchange ever recorded

i know it's all jokes but i think sometimes we can lean a little too hard, collectively, into the 'nothing in life matters' mindset. like that's where the reactionary radicalized 'blackpills' start. this idea that nothing matters and everything sucks forever and the wonderful life you were promised never materialized.

i'm not saying this as a platitude or rebuke-- i think it's perfectly natural to feel disheartened about the conditions in which we live, and existential terror is something i'm more than passingly familiar with.

that being said, a purely nihilistic outlook in which nothing matters can end with prioritizing our own best interests with careless disregard for those around us. it can be easy to toss others aside when you have preemptively categorized them as meaningless

we collectively create meaning in this life by discovering it in ourselves and in each other. by looking out for one another, we have the capacity to create a string of kindnesses and more joyful moments, one after another.

also it's objectively easier to lose a fight you don't care about and i'm too spiteful to stay down while my enemies preen. my life has worth because i believe in human kindness and the beautiful improbability of us having existed here at all and also because a lot of alt right jack-offs would prefer if i thought of myself as worthless and my continued will to cling to this world and dig out meaning with the help of my friends would make them so so so mad

I love when you see someone reblogging a text post multiple times because you don’t know if tumblr glitched on their end or if the post, “who else up garging they goyle” really fucking resonated with them and they just had to rb that mf 4x

I have to remember every 5 years that when I was a little kid my dad was having obsessive spirals about things he did wrong like 30 years prior and his talked to his therapist about it and you know what they did NOT say. They did not say "hmmm well have you learned your lesson changed your behavior and atoned?"

They said "that sounds like a really unhelpful and distressing thing that your brain is making you think about All The Time. How about when that happens you try to think about something that makes you happy instead"

(My dad carried a picture of me at age 4 with a large inflatable dinosaur in his wallet for this purpose) (hard to ruminate about past failures when looking at a picture of your kid enjoying a large inflatable dinosaur)

Anyway. Fucking... stop thinking you can Solve Ethics by spiraling you fool. It's the Ethics Cuckoo. Fuck that guy

rule #1 of the world is that love is stored in the kitty cat

my apologies to puppy dogs everywhere

rule #1 of the world, fixed: love is stored in the Creature

rule #2 of the world is that biting is also stored in the creature

rule #3 is never talk to the police

frank sahwit is a highly dangerous killer which is why we needed 17 bailiffs