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@fuckingstilinski
I used to wonder how people survived things like war or depression or famine. I used to wonder if they just sat around all day feeling sad.
I was too young to understand this when 9/11 or the Great Recession hit, but with all the events in the past few years I’ve figured something out.
Food still needs to be eaten, hugs still need to be given, minds still need to be entertained. It doesn’t matter if you’re a broken husk of your former self and everyone else around you is too. You still need nourishment in both body and soul.
And because of that, you don’t sit in your house all day staring at the wall. You do stuff. You dig around until you find those good emotions. They mix in with the bad ones better then you’d expect them to. Except for the times when they don’t. And that’s fine. Because for now you’re still alive and finding some good emotions still stuck in the toes of your stockings that you’d forgotten about. Maybe mixed in with some grit and gunk, but they’re there.
And this isn’t a unique thing that we’re going through, really. All throughout history the survivors of various things have done the exact same things. They cooked dinner as the bombs went off and told stories as the mass burials happened outside.
And even when you fall off the brink and do collapse you still wake up the next morning. And then maybe you brush your teeth and maybe you don’t. Maybe you cry and maybe you don’t. But there’s still a crumb of hope stuck in the toe of your sock that you can’t quite get out no matter how many times it goes through the wash. And there’s something if not comforting, then at least interesting about the fact that everyone around you is going through, if not the same thing, a similar thing. A similar storm in slightly different raincoats.
So you get out of bed, you eat something if you’ve got something to eat, you chew ice if you don’t, and you continue to do something. What exactly that something is will continue to change, will continue to be unclear, but you do something, because that’s the only thing you can do.
“Ordinary life did not stop just because kings rose and fell, Mosca realized. People adapted. If the world turned upside down, everyone ran and hid in their houses, but a very short while later, if all seemed quiet, they came out again and started selling each other potatoes.”
— Frances Hardinge, Fly By Night
I think that every night it should be pouring rain so i can listen to it and chill in bed. And that every day should be mild and sunny so i can take my daily walk. and if its not then i will be throwing a huge tantrum
never watched a single tom hardy project but i stan him bc of these two images
me: middle school honor student about to go into high school
undiagnosed mental illness:
just wait til college baby
Reminder: Bi Visibility Day is September 23. Remember to leave cookies out for Freddie.
Tonight!
this is a good tradition and must be maintained
My friend asked how I learned to cook and the answer is I didn't. I know like 5 things about cooking and they are:
Always use more garlic than the recipe calls for
"Ehhh fuck it close enough" is a great measurement tool
Find like 5 recipes that you like, adjust them how you like them, make them until you hate them
Clean as you go
If a recipe is from a mommy blog, you will need more spices
If anyone wants to add, please do
None of these are wrong.
I reblogged this earlier but I forgot to add. Cooking: use approximate ingredients
Baking: USE EXACT MEASUREMENTS
i got a New Planner which means that i will suddenly and miraculously become organized despite this technique never having worked in the past
by Talos this can't be happening
i love walking around my house at night wearing a too small tshirt and underwear it makes me feel like the slutty girl who dies first in a horror movie
Link for full article below.
Shawna Dias’s sewing machine is tucked away at her work table behind racks of fur. Hot pink, bright yellow, baby blue, they hang like a fluf
*pretends to be shocked but also maybe this will make people realize that Indigenous People Know What The Hell They’re Doing and Deserve Respect*
3 other fun/cool facts about the Inuit:
1. They also invented kayaks and dog booties.
Dog booties are actually really important for working sled dogs in winter to protect their paw pads from iceburn and keep ice from getting in between their toes and burning them that way.
2. The traditional Inuit diet is one of the healthiest in the world, and the most balanced for the ratio of Omega 3 to Omega 6 consumption
Most modern diets consume way too much Omega 6 and not enough Omega 3.
3. Inuit is a plural noun. When speaking about a single person the correct word is Inuk (always capitalized)
For example, “This Inuk woman is wearing traditional Inuit tattoos”.
And she is wonderful
Never a bad time to remember that indigenous people are wonderful and deserve to have a good day.
My spotify literally wont let me stop listening to hotel california its not letting me play anything else and every time i hit play its just hotel california
What’s the most simple thing you’ve ever had to explain to a fully competent adult?
That you cannot fax money to someone.
Had someone accidentally fax us some paperwork. They then asked if we would fax it back due to the paperwork being confidential…
I have received a fax in an envelope. like… they took the documents, put em in an envelope, then faxed me a picture of the sealed envelope.
When I was a kid, I faxed my dad’s satellite office drawings of horses. I had watched my father send so many faxes that I had the process memorized. Except, for some reason I thought that I could fax things to grandma. I put in the numbers for the office every time, but was convinced that the faxes were going to grandma. I also didn’t think to inform my parents that I was doing this.
My dad visited the satellite office (three hour drive) one day and discovered their conference room white board absolutely covered in my drawings. The guys thought it was adorable that I sent drawings and letters to them, and didn’t tell my dad because they knew he’d stop me.
That’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever heard.
I like that this just turned into stories about faxing
broke: termites are Catholic bespoke: the clergy eats wood
the only language tumblr understands is backlash and escalation which is why the jokes rule and the discourse sucks
im hot
H ard to love O bnoxious T errible
my urge to massively and publically self destruct so someone finally proves they care about my wellbeing is at war with my common sense and terror of being seen as a burden and abandoned