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the beef between STEM and arts + humanities is so tired. science and art are the same. sister subjects. they’ve fueled one another for years. one cannot exist without the other. they’re both made of the same kind of wonder, one tries to attain long sought after things in reality, and the other impliments the stuff of dreams. logic and emotionality. they’re both exercises of imagination. it’s all just beautiful, academic sludge.

mukuharakazui

we just need to team up to bully business majors

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glumshoe

Found a very sweet, very stinky dog that now won’t leave my side.

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I think you might be her new family…

glumshoe

I wish. She’s well-fed, affectionate, and trained, so somebody is surely missing her.

glumshoe

Baby. A horrendously smelly baby. If we can’t find her owners, we’ve got some potential takers among our friends. Last option is a special pitt bull rescue center - or, if my dad continues to melt over her and bring her scraps of turkey, maybe our home.

sunshine-tattoo

more updates please

glumshoe

We’re currently attempting to lure her inside with trails of turkey breast. We don’t want to put her into a car to take her to the vet until she smells less like Death.

glumshoe

Well, she’s inside, and my mom says I can’t call her “Lore” because we already have a dog named after a 90’s TV show character. She wants to name her “Tesla” because she likes Doc Brown’s tradition of naming dogs after scientists, but I don’t want to face future discourse about it.

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The Dog has had a bath and took it very gracefully. She’s been incredibly shy since she came inside, but now that she’s (mostly) destinkified, she seems a hundred times bolder and more trusting and is curiously exploring the house.

She seems to absolutely adore other dogs, but Scully has been pissy lately, so we’re keeping them apart. She has a limp that I’m worried about, but her facial lacerations appears to be healing well and she allows herself to be lifted calmly.

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We’re waiting to hear back from the owner listed on her microchip. We found her almost five miles from her home address, which doesn’t rule out the possibility of being dumped. If her owners don’t want her, we’ll find her a good home.

In the meantime…

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Is there an update? How old is this?? Is she ok??

glumshoe

She’s currently at the clinic with my mom getting vaccinated. Still no response from her owners. She slept next to my bed last night and snored the entire goddamn time.

glumshoe

Day 12: I’ve almost given up hope of hearing back from the owners. As of tomorrow, she’ll have been in our care and long enough for the humane society to consider her abandoned and allow for her legal adoption to a new home. She’s going to spend tomorrow night with a local couple to see how she gets along with their old labrador - if it’s successful, they’ll adopt her once their vacation is over.

In the meantime, I have taught her to provide what I am told counts as “deep pressure therapy”, and she has become a much happier, more confident, and far less stinky dog than she was two weeks ago. Her laceration has healed nicely and her limp has vanished.

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February 20, 2019: Crime Dog has been with me since December 27, but tomorrow (today, technically—it’s 1 AM) she goes home with the the gay couple who are adopting her. One of them works from home and will be able to keep her company at all times. They’re already in love and have gone out and bought toys for her, and have fortunately agreed to let me dogsit from time to time.

Tonight I am making an exception to my hard and fast “no dogs on the bed” rule. She’ll be sleeping in bed with her new family every night and will be doted on with saccharine devotion, so I dont really have anything to be sad about—she’s getting a storybook “happily ever after”, which is as lucky as any scarred-up stray pitbull can get.

But for one last night, she’s my dog, and I get to hold her and cry into her fur.

tattoosarelikecrack

😭😭

cheruib

breaking news: ur actually gonna make it through and everything will turn out just fine

blossomfully

“And,“ she said, “if you have someone who stays up with you in the middle of the night to make sure you’re okay - somebody who answers your calls at 2 or 3 or 4am - someone who listens to your sobs, or your silence, or your words with patience, you have somebody who loves you. And you’re lucky for it. And no matter how dark things get, you shouldn’t forget that.”

— Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

theglasschild

“I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I am still learning. I’m happy. Just sitting here. Knowing I have a few friends. Knowing I have a dream to work on. Knowing I have somewhere to go if it starts raining. A pillow to rest my head on. Someone to call when I get lonely. Nature to walk in, pure air, early mornings, seasons and weather. This is enough. This is more than enough. And most of all, I am enough. Everything changed when I forgave myself.”

— Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

off to therapy, you guys want anything?

salazar-slanderin

For you to feel secure in your mental health, and if not secure at least hopeful and confident that you’re making the right decisions for yourself.

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

I’m in fucking tears thanks mate

amyjacob

i’ve been laughing for 2 minutes straight

go0se

Rachel and Joey forever

thebrokengenderqueer

13chancess

push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.

think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

monsieurenjlolras

This is all really good advice for dealing with long term depression and anxiety. It’s not gonna magically cure you, but I’ve pushed myself to incorporate a few of these things into my day to day routine and it helps

stuffedgrapeleaves

we’re really out here. pretending we know what we’re doing. trying to look as gay as possible. disappointing our parents.

bpdsnek

my mitochondria clearly aren’t working because this bitch has NO FUCKING ENERGY

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Mitochondria machine broke

kamuis

actually the funny thing is that this post is basically describing what researchers now think is the underlying cause in chronic fatigue syndrome (as in there is notable dysfunction in mitochondria that means less ATP is produced, especially under stresses)

caramel-ramamel-blog

THIS BITCH EMPTY

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Y E E T

toastweasel

fiction-is-not-reality

In bigger letters for those in the back:

As a critiquer, your job is not to “make this piece of writing better” but to understand what the writer wants to achieve and help them to achieve it

notactuallyaduck

Applies beyond writing as well.

stayhungry-stayfree

Hey guess what? Losing weight doesn’t solve every problem you have in life or make you immune to hurt or failure or loss or pain or feelings of worthlessness. It doesn’t secure happiness or stability or friends or success or self-esteem. Just in case you need a reminder and your brain is telling you otherwise today.

stability

Are you a top or bottom?

thats kind of personal

avari20

Broke af?

But still interested in feeding yourself? What if I told you that there’s a woman with a blog who had to feed both herself and her young son…on 10 British pounds ($15/14 Euro) per week?

Let me tell you a thing.

This woman saved my life last year. Actually saved my life. I had a piggy bank full of change and that’s it. Many people in my fandom might remember that dark time as when I had to hock my writing skills in exchange for donations. I cried a lot then.

This is real talk, people: I marked down exactly what I needed to buy, totaled it, counted out that exact change, and then went to three different stores to buy what I needed so I didn’t have to dump a load of change on just one person. I was already embarrassed, but to feel people staring? Utter shame suffused me. The reasons behind that are another post all together.

AgirlcalledJack.com is run by a British woman who was on benefits for years. Things got desperate. She had to find a way to feed herself and her son using just the basics that could be found at the supermarket. But the recipes she came up with are amazing.

You have to consider the differing costs of things between countries, but if you just have three ingredients in your cupboard, this woman will tell you what to do with it. Check what you already have. Chances are you have the basics of a filling meal already.

Here’s her list of kitchen basics.

Bake your own bread. It’s easier than you think. Here’s a list of many recipes, each using some variation of just plain flour, yeast, some oil, maybe water or lemon juice. And kneading bread is therapeutic.

Make your own pasta–gluten free.

She gets it. She really does. This is the article that started it all. It’s called “Hunger Hurts”.

She has vegan recipes.

A carrot, a can of kidney beans, and some cumin will get you a really filling soup…or throw in some flour for binding and you’ve got yourself a burger.

Don’t have an oven or the stove isn’t available? She covers that in her Microwave Cooking section.

She has a book, but many recipes can be found on her blog for free. She prices her recipes down to the cent, and every year she participates in a project called “Living Below the Line” where she has to live on 1 BP per day of food for five days.

Things improved for me a little, but her website is my go to. I learned how to bake bread (using my crockpot, but that was my own twist), and I have a little cart full of things that saved me back then, just in case I need them again. She gives you the tools to feed yourself, for very little money, and that’s a fabulous feeling.

Tip: Whenever you have a little extra money, buy a 10 dollar/pound/euro giftcard from your discount grocer. Stash it. That’s your super emergency money. Make sure they don’t charge by the month for lack of use, though.

I don’t care if it sounds like an advertisement–you won’t be buying anything from the site. What I DO care about is your mental, emotional, and physical health–and dammit, food’s right in the center of that.

If you don’t need this now, pass it on to someone who does. Pass it on anyway, because do you REALLY know which of the people in your life is in need? Which follower might be staring at their own piggy bank? Trust me: someone out there needs to see this.

his-quietus-make

Reblogging for all the impoverished students. Jack is the breadline queen. And if you don’t need this - donate to your nearest food bank, stat.

breelandwalker

Reblogging for students, working folks, and everyone who’s ever had to choose between essentials at the store because you can only afford milk OR bread, not both.