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Game of Thrones Daily

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Three Goblin Art

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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You know, that Mythbusters post legitimately changed my life. Before seeing it, I had exponentially more guilt and stress about not being able to sleep, which of course, further exacerbated my inability to sleep.
Now, every time I wake up about three am, knowing I have to get up at 6.45, instead of stressing and panicking about how my day is going to be sleep deprived and miserable, I just tell myself 'Time to activate Mythbusters Protocol' and lie there with my eyes closed safe in the knowledge that I am measurably reducing later feelings of exhaustion.
And when this happens, about 70% of the time the reduction of guilt and stress means I actually do fall back asleep, so all in all instead of getting only three or four hours sleep, I get five to six and a half.
Which y'know, major improvement in health and energy.
On a related note, that post also opened up the world of naps for me. I used to think that napping was mostly pointless for me, because I'm pretty much incapable of falling fully asleep in the middle of the day. But when I redefined naps to include "lying down with my eyes shut for an hour," even if I just spent the whole time brainstorming fanfiction, that was often enough to get me from "exhausted and running on 4 hours of sleep" to energized and refreshed
The post (?) as found on Reddit with bonus explanatory Reddit comment.
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I thought I could figure out the referent, but no. I can’t. Which murdered British boys? Someone go back and ask that elderly neighbor or I’ll never be able to sleep again.
King Edward V of England and Richard of Shrewsbury, Duke of York! They were murdered by their uncle!
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a comic about different ways autistic people communicate and show we care!
shoutout to @3leafedclover , @mickeymusketeer , and my partner for helping me out with this one and also for letting me use your characters (black cat with shades, orange dog with the mickey plushie, and orange/white dog with the 'nervous' vest, respectively!), y'all are awesomes!
also thank you @3leafedclover for the image ids!
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When you make love potions, you have to add the thing where they turn whatever they’re added to bright magenta and give off pink vapour in the shape of little hearts. Love potions don’t do that on their own when you make them. It’s like how they have to add smells to natural gas in case there’s a leak. The high magic council is really strict about this
Knight Frog Sticker by aklyna
"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.
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Basically ever since we developed human brains we’ve been desperately trying to turn them off
Humans: [evolve self-awareness]
Humans: oof, don’t like that
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I’m honestly so FUCKING sick of callout culture. Everyone’s taking everything I say out of context so it looks like I think Coolsville sucks!
What is happiness? What is existence? Why are we even here?
I tell myself day after day that my passions are what make life worth living. But everyone dies eventually; what difference would it make if I went away slightly earlier than expected?
Love. Love matters. I love those around me. I love those that inspire me. I feel an abundance of love. And yet, I still contemplate suicide daily.
Everything is temporary. I know this. The bad times will fade just as swiftly as the good. We exist in a cycle of events that just seem pointless to me.
I care too much and not enough at the same time. I can’t help but blame my brain chemistry. That’s the real enemy; I’m just wired the wrong way and I can’t seem to find my normal. If drugs can’t fix me, what can?
Things will be better when I’m more established, they say. So then why do successful people kill themselves? Things will be better when you learn to love. I do love, deeply and sincerely. Things will be better when you find your purpose. What does that even mean? Days like this are hard. I know they will pass. It will get better. I know I will be happy again and feel so grateful to be alive. I know all this because I have felt it and yet it doesn’t make it any easier.
I am suffering. Sometimes I think that’s all I will ever achieve.
Spiderland. 1912. Cover art.