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am1na

Where your soul cracks open to reveal flaws, plant flowers

Ijeoma Umebinyuo, from “Be”, Questions for Ada

justcrashheretonight

kintsugi but make it floral

eggsoskeleton

*looks in a mirror* you again

thxndream

*narrows eyes angrily*

girlofdogs

all i do is sit and think about imaginary but extremely detailed romantic scenarios

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"I woke up like this" Except actually, yes...minus the red wine consumption one of my apps asked me to be instrospective today "what is the truth that you live by? a "fuck you", eye roll and quick dismiss-swipe later. the followup response - le sigh i remembered (such a chore, a whole 45 mins earlier) an exercise in #ytt300hr of the 1001 names of Lalita today my truth is that i am: shimmying in Haysa (my favorite rasas) while knowing i am: - The one with the big hair - She who finds the comfortable seats everywhere she goes - Sitting pretty in sukhasana and siddhasana - The appreciator of red wine - The grumpy one - She who holds the grinch within - Sensitive to sound (but dial the bass up) - Disarming is her superpower - The one with the ready smile - The one that delights in everything - Dichotomy is her favorite - Kindred spirit of walking contradictions - All are welcome here - Quick to tell you to eat a dick - Learning to accept the offerings - She is continuous - Man, does she sob a lot (at A Hood near You.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIUSVcTh5EF/?igshid=1dnn7pqgdaseq

#ytt300hr

fupafiend

leoreturns-deactivated20110811

tumboner

omg

merspers

This has been in my queue for months.

mcgooglykins

I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.

anxietyproblem

liquidstar

anyone else get the constant fear that there are unspoken social rules you dont know about (especially in new situations, like when i first started taking the bus, i was afraid i was doing it wrong lol) so youre just always on edge and kind of… watching how other people act so you can copy the “correct” thing to do

when-did-this-become-difficult

“Dogs don’t know what they look like. Dogs don’t even know what size they are. No doubt it’s our fault, for breeding them into such weird shapes and sizes. My brother’s dachshund, standing tall at eight inches, would attack a Great Dane in the full conviction that she could tear it apart. When a little dog is assaulting its ankles the big dog often stands there looking confused — “Should I eat it? Will it eat me? I am bigger than it, aren’t I?” But then the Great Dane will come and try to sit in your lap and mash you flat, under the impression that it is a Peke-a-poo… Cats know exactly where they begin and end. When they walk slowly out the door that you are holding open for them, and pause, leaving their tail just an inch or two inside the door, they know it. They know you have to keep holding the door open. That is why their tail is there. It is a cat’s way of maintaining a relationship. Housecats know that they are small, and that it matters. When a cat meets a threatening dog and can’t make either a horizontal or a vertical escape, it’ll suddenly triple its size, inflating itself into a sort of weird fur blowfish, and it may work, because the dog gets confused again — “I thought that was a cat. Aren’t I bigger than cats? Will it eat me?” … A lot of us humans are like dogs: we really don’t know what size we are, how we’re shaped, what we look like. The most extreme example of this ignorance must be the people who design the seats on airplanes. At the other extreme, the people who have the most accurate, vivid sense of their own appearance may be dancers. What dancers look like is, after all, what they do.”

— Ursula Le Guin, in The Wave in the Mind (via fortooate)