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This is not for you.

This is a post aimed at me and other people who constantly fall into guilt spirals over all the things they can’t do, and feel they should somehow magically be able to do anyway.

For me, and for the others, this is a gentle reminder:

- Posts asking for monetary donations are speaking to people who have money. Not your broke ass, still worrying how to buy food next month.

- Posts asking you to care about [extreme injustice of the day] are speaking to people who have energy to care. Not you, hanging onto your sanity by the fingernails.

And, most importantly: posts telling you that you are horrible/cheap/awful/rude/unworthy/unlikable if you don’t pay/reblog/signal boost/care? Those posts can fucking die in a fire.

TL;DR: Posts asking for shit you are not physically or mentally able to give?

THOSE POSTS ARE NOT FOR YOU.

desertsongpdf

dni people who have the same interests as me but consume them in the wrong way

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the fact that there are only two numbers between 4 and 7 is so twisted and fucked up im literally going to be sick

seashellronan

the girls are learning to count

idk-my-aesthetic

Technically there’s an infinite amount of numbers between them but I’m afraid if I try to explain decimals I’ll either lose my gay card or get shot

throwawayidea

nagisa-cchi

“Many of my movies have strong female leads—brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.” ~ Hayao Miyazaki

heroes

To Michael! Who is easily the best version of himself. Granted, the bar was low. He is a demon. But he made a mistake and admitted he was wrong, which makes him better than 90% of all humans. The point is Michael, we forgive you. I mean, at least you tried to find a way to the Good Place. And that’s the greatest thing someone can do; just try your best.

The Good Place rewatch [278/-]

Chapter 23:Best Self

cungadero

i mean this in the nicest way possible you guys but you NEED to take better care of yourselves online. getting severely anxious about mass quantities of horrible things you cant change every single day is normal considering the internet’s ability to educate on worldwide issues, it shows that you have empathy and that you truly do care. but relentless knowledge of constant suffering on this scale is NOT something humans are psychologically equipped to handle. it’s okay to shut off. it’s okay to just take a break and enjoy yourself for a while in your own localized space

cyankica

it seems like it’s normal to follow several hundred blogs on here?? why do you guys hate yourselves so much i follow 68 blogs and it’s a lot sometimes

cyankica

y’all out here trying to kill me

reblog this and write in the tags how many blogs you follow to make me cry

#17 i could never get past 50 i will go D:

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Reason number one of why I worship Aphrodite as an aroace person: Aphrodite is the goddess of love and passion. Self-love is a form of love. Platonic love is a form of love. Sibling love is a form of love. Familial love period is a form of love. As for passion- My little autistic brain is passionate about so many things. Passion and love doesn’t just be sexual or romantic. And Lady Aphrodite has allowed me to love myself better than any other person could do. She has shown me more love than anyone. She is basically my mother from the amount of familial love I get from her. Reason number two of why I worship Aphrodite as an aroace person: I’m sexy.

i didnt know u liked friends to luvrs

spECIFICALLY childhood friends to lovers <33 that's cute

#i had to read this twice to make sure they weren't bullying me

angeltiddies

the last character you have a photo saved of in your phone is your bestie

#satan <333 #friends to lovers per h a p s yes finally

itachis

#GIRLPOWER (insp.)

#THANK YOU FOR THE TAG #I LOVE HER SO MUCH WOW

inthetags

Reblog and put in the tags any characters and/or ships the fandom ruined for you

#everyone in haikyuu.

aletheyass

multilinguals whose voice is deeper when speaking your native language(s) but then goes high pitched the second you switch to L2 or L3… you’re very valid and also sexy

#my voice is deeper in english #its higher in spanish #its weird but also what fun

acutelesbian

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

fat-thin-skinny

this fucks me up every single time

acutelesbian

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.