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Kobe passed away and it reminded me of my brother. I know all I ever post about here is my brother but I can't get it out of my head. Death is so permanent. I think it's a little sad that millennials have that trope of "wanting to die". Maybe I should lighten up. I also got a little choked up watching the series finale of Arrow. Very silly. Never thought that would happen. it all reminds me of another life.
I always think about the scene in It: Chapter 2 where Eddie is cowering in the corner and he's not able to do anything. And then later they get in his face for being chicken shit. He just says something like "Don't be mad, Bill. Please don't be mad, I'm scared."
A few days before that scene, they find out their childhood friend killed himself, and this is stacked on top of knowing that a killer clown is out to get them.
I'm probably the only one that choked up watching It Chapter 1 and 2.
Maybe I'm always going to feel more when it comes to drama between two brothers. 😭
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I'm dreaming of you
most of the time I don't want to be bothered at work because I feel like the work relationships are pretty shallow. I don't feel like I can really be myself or anything. it's weird because sometimes it's like I'm alone for 40 hours a week. kind of a dilemma I guesssss
pretty sure I've been feeling more anxious in the last 3 months or so, than I ever have in my lifeeeeeeeeeeeeee. overthinking things more, feeling more out of the loop about things. gotta change the way I think
also, when did Tumblr update their icons?
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
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Natalie Babbit
I remember calling and telling my sister that our brother died. I was in Oakland, walking next to my physical self and staring out at the lake. It was so hot that day. She was walking home from school when she picked up and I felt like I had to tell her because anyone else that did it would mess up the message somehow, which is an insane thought in hindsight. The longer we spoke, the more her voice cracked and then I heard her go from worried to full on crying. I felt so useless. She made it to the front door. My dad had to carry her into the house. Rocky was the oldest and in a month I'll be the same age as him.
Mary Oliver, from “the fourth sign of the zodiac” published in Blue Horses
in addition to the fact that people just have different natural rhythms, a big reason why we can’t seem to go to bed as early as we “should” is that nighttime is, for many of us, our safest and most fulfilling time of day. we don’t have to work, we won’t be contacted by bosses or insurance companies or collection agencies or other suffocating life business… we’re likely only to be contacted by our friends, or by no one at all. night time is release; it’s ours. we can rest or recreate. we can do things we actually want to do. who would choose to cut that short?? just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? nighttime is precious and nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace this
Dreaming is for the great. Everyone else is replaying anxiety filled pasts or trying to predict their future and driving themselves insane. If you find yourself dreaming, please run with it. It means you know there’s a loop hole or pipes that may lead you right there, and you just gotta keep dreaming it up, darling baby.
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Your purpose in life is not to love yourself but to love being yourself.
If you goal is to love yourself, then your focus is directed inward toward yourself, and you end up constantly watching yourself from the outside, disconnected, trying to summon the “correct” feelings towards yourself or fashion yourself into something you can approve of.
If your goal is to love being yourself, then your focus is directed outward towards life, on living and making decisions based on what brings you pleasure and fulfillment.
Be the subject, not the object. It doesn’t matter what you think of yourself. You are experiencing life. Life is not experiencing you.
Thank you this is the first post about self love that hasn’t made me want to throw things
the one problem i have with people my age and younger is that a lot of us do not have hands on hobbies. like i have spoken to so many people my age who go to work, go to school and then fuck around on their phone/computer for hours and then ???????? like no wonder ur depressed and have low confidence in urself. u need to get ur hands on something, feed those dopamine receptors! learn how to play guitar, garden, scrapbook, fucking make model trains. i don’t give a shit, MAKE SOMETHING!!
it feels better than drugs when i finish making a thing—and then show it off or gift it.
and then so people my age say to me ‘well—i can’t draw/paint/knit/etc. like you can. my stuff would be terrible.’ yeah, well duh—a part of developing skill is sucking at something and then practicing it over and over and over again until you suck less. u’ll have a hard time feeling lonely or bored when you can’t stop thinking abt a technique you want to try or something you want to make for someone else. making things has SAVED MY LIFE. it gave me a reason to keep living day after day when i wanted to die.
making things have improved my generational relationships (when i worked for the newspaper i would talk to customers abt jamming recipes or cross-stitch, one of my grandmas always gives me pattern books and tell me abt when she knitted things for mom, my other grandma is giving me a wedding quilt that HER grandma gave her 50 years ago because she knows i will appreciate it). it also got me likeminded friends who also make things.
take a ceramics class! pick up water colors, bake cakes! learn to work on cars! make soap. DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE STARING AT A SCREEN.
Hobbies cost money, Helen.
Do you eat? Then you can have a hobby.
Can you see green outside? Can you get some dirt? Then you can have a hobby.
Do you have a pen and paper? Hobby.
Something with a keyboard? Hobby.
The ability to walk? Hobby.
Get creative and don't be a pessimist is step one Barabra.
Acting like it’s easy or simple to have an ENJOYABLE hobby on zero budget is a puerile view that shifts the blame for the unhappiness of people trapped at the bottom of a dehumanizing, vicious system. Its possible of course. There are people who are into things that can be done cheaply, and that’s great! But not everyone takes joy in the things that can be done on a budget of next to nothing, and we shouldn’t EXPECT people to!
Might as well lie down and die then! God forbid anyone try to better themselves.
Have two feet and a heartbeat? Go for a fucking walk, do some pushups, volunteer to play with shelter dogs.
Have two hands and a heartbeat? Sketch. Napkins are free, steal a pen from your job, voila! Picasso.
Have one hand and a pacemaker? Might I recommend composing music on garage band?
The Y offers low-cost social classes. There are also coding classes online. Turn a hobby into a job!
Your computer has a microphone. Start making podcasts.
Crafty and bedbound? Try watercolours; they’re available at the dollar store.
Granola hippy? Get a towel, find a floor, queue up a yoga tutorial on YouTube. Namaste.
Garden witch? Dollarstore pot and a small bag of potting mix. Take your old head of lettuce, keep the bottom wet for a day, put butt of lettuce into dirt. Voila. Salad. Mint works well and is likewise indestructible.
Not into sports? Read books online. There are thousands of classic titles available. Internet got cut off? Library. Illiterate? Perfect — there’s your project. Or: books on tape, available at your local library, for free.
Look — I don’t take joy in my commute and I wish I had a helicopter to take me everywhere I wanted to go. But whining about my misfortune doesn’t solve my problem, and neither does this defeatist attitude.
If you have the time and tech to scroll this website, you have the time to develop a fulfilling hobby.
Anything else is just wallowing in your own misery because the alternative — trying and failing — is too daunting.
Oh well. Life is daunting. So either get it done or get it over with; it does not get any easier.
Lmao y’all are really over here assmad at the very idea of bettering your lives in any way. It’s kind of pathetic.
You know Tumblr’s “crabs in a bucket” mentality is so rampant when having HOBBIES isn’t even allowed.
imma start crochet!
As someone who draws and paints a lot, you don’t need fancy tools to learn to draw. Do you have a pen/pencil and paper? Yeah? Great. Start practicing. You don’t need 1hr to draw either. Just draw however long you’re able to. Only have 5 minutes to draw? Go for it. Don’t feel like drawing at all? That’s okay too. Come back when you’re in the mindset to do so.
Art is not talent based. It is a skill just like learning to play an instrument, or learning to code, or learning math. And like other skills, you won’t get better until you practice it. You don’t start out amazing. Hell, I can assure you that Da Vinci started out drawing in crappy stick figures. The difference between him and others is that he actively sought to improve. Study, apply what you learned, and keep practicing.
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