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King Crab Doesn't Care About Time Zones

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Brianna // 26 // she/they // Meteorologist ⛈// Header created by the lovely @psi-groovin // Howdy! I really like frogs and the color yellow, music from the 60s-80s, and an ever-lengthening list of grumpy old men (fictional and otherwise). Currently BIG into amc's The Terror, Emergency!, and anything involving a cold boy. Lots of other nonsense too! Askbox is always open :)
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its-skadi
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nevver
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artist-refs

(Technically, this isn’t about saving your hands… but if you draw, you’re probably doing a lot of sitting, so…)

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This has such extreme shitpost energies but it’s 100% serious

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ceevee5

Looks pretty useful for everyone endlessly working at home at their dining room table.

waytoomuchinformation

As a movement professional who helps get people out of pain. This is a fully pretty great and relevant for a lot of people.

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jaanwangji

I never truly realised how afraid of change i was until i saw my dad take down the wall clock in his room from the place where it's always been just because he wanted to put it somewhere different. I couldn't stop myself from speaking, "No that place is fine! It's perfectly fine! It looks good like that, any other place just won't feel right!" When i paused to take a deep breath I realised that the mere thought of the clock's place being changed knocked the air out of my lungs, and suddenly i was struck with this blind panic of keeping things as is. Because why must it change when there's no immediate need to? The fear clambers out my throat sometimes, at the mention of any miniscule change, as if there's nothing that could be worse than changing the path i take everyday back from school, or the way i wear my hair, or the way I walk down a crowded road. Some days everything comes down to the fact that I can't handle change, even when it's necessary, even when it's inevitable and even when it's good. I can't help it, i feel change everywhere and it haunts me, so much so that I can't sleep until the curtains are drawn just the way they've always been and the room is just as dark as i remember it. I'm scared change would change me, even though i know I've changed since yesterday. Everything changes right? Isn't that the only constant of life? Then why does it feel so foreign?