The Vastness of Pavement

26.f.ATX Education, puppies, ladies, positivity, and geology

[aurpiment]

Shout out to the ten primate species, four bat species, elephant shrews, and the Cairo spiny mouse. Nobody else gets it

[oarfjsh]

[tessa-the-duck]

here you are sweetie

[itznarcotic]

[tayne-dot-exe]

[spirantization]

I see some people in the notes thinking that this is the Death card, but it's not. It's much funnier. It's the Five of Cups, upright, which symbolizes like. Loss. Disappointment. Emotional Suffering. You thought you were going to get something and then you didn't. Even more hilarious than Fox News bringing in a tarot card reader for Trump in 2024 is that same tarot reader immediately flipping over a card that says LOSER.

[batmanego]

they injected my vaccine directly into my tattoo and then they covered him with a bandaid and now he looks like his identity is redacted for his protection

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

"Just be yourself. Let people see the real imperfect, flawed, quirky, weird, beautiful and magical person you are." - Unknown

[typhlonectes]

[constellatedlove]

live. live messy and vibrant and warm and wholeheartedly. dare to embrace the parts of yourself that are confusing and complex and don’t come in pretty packages. let yourself accept the love and light you engulf others in. live and live unapologetically as yourself, the battered, bruised and muddled parts included.

[shirtsthatgohard]

[pdlcomics]

being kind

[depsidase]

[airplane-statistics]

I get sad a lot.

It's probably what I feel most often, like my default emotion. First reactions to anything.

Right now I'm sad that I need to ask for her to touch me the way I like that helps me relax. I'm sad that she jokes that I'm strange when I say a light caress on my back helps me feel better.

I'm sad that I changed jobs without thinking about the consequences. I could have spent my time learning there. I could have made so much money doing so little.

I'm sad that I want to cut myself anytime I get stressed. I'm sad that this environment doesn't work for me.

I'm sad that so many people died everyday in preventable ways. I'm sad that people starve when everyday school children throw away perfectly good food.

I'm sad that I feel like I'm going to die from mental illness.

I'm sad that I feel treated differently because I am a woman.

I'm sad that I haven't gotten more done.

[shittymoviedetails]

$35

[paintdeath]

[acelessthan3]

Still collecting the full alphabet of the “live, laugh, love” variants if anyone has some good examples.

Bonus if they can fit the “We can’t ___, _____, ____ our way out of this.”

[dhegdheer]

compilation of the comments’ best hits + some of mine own.

[pdlcomics]

be mad

[airplane-statistics]

Infinite good,

Infinite bad.

No.

Only infinite stars.

But how would you travel along the stars?

Just up and down? No.

Left and right? No.

Infinite ways. No good and bad.

Infinite.

There's always a way.

There's always a new direction to discover.

The spectrum of morality exists in all directions. Never solely good, nor evil.

Multifaceted. Like a prism.

Light traveling in all directions, but when you shine one source of light, you can identify each color.

See it for all that it is.

Be glad that no one exists only as one dimension. We're a billion spots in space. Flecks of dust, collected and coordinated for love, trauma and loss.

Sadness makes us what we are. Feel it. Feel it all.

[airplane-statistics]

I am a salt dome.

Bury your radioactive waste in me.

Impenetrable.

Give me your problems.

Let me store them safely under the blanket of rock.

Let me hold it.

Your discomfort. Put it all on me.

I can handle it.

I can hold it.

Your sadness.

Let me have it.

I know how to hold it safely.

I will not break.

I will put it safely away.

If you ever want to come back to it someday,

I'll be here. I'll hold your grief, your trauma, your trash emotions. I'm here.

Let me keep them safe for you.

Let me keep you safe.

[airplane-statistics]

Been doing my therapy homework.

Writing letters to former selves. So far I've come to one conclusion: fuck you, Mrs. Baxter. You could have called my mom before calling Child Protective Services. You could have had a conversation with me before calling them. You're a coward, Mrs. Baxter, and I hate your guts.