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[babyphat05-deactivated20250613]

I really do love this new wave of women going on solo trips and solo dinners and not depending on others to contribute to their happiness. I’ve BEEN spreading the message on the importance of building a relationship with yourself first rather than being dependent on the company of others. Even if you don’t have fulfilling social life, that shouldn’t stop you from LIVING your life. Don’t let your lack of friends get in the way of you going out to dinner, on a trip or even to a concert. Getting used to being in your own space is uncomfortable at first but it’s honestly worth it in the long run. 

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“Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

Bleugh...I was diagnosed with CFS about 5 years ago, but for some reason it isn't showing up these days when people look at my medical records to see what I have. Have to ask the doctor to like...rectify this...and I'm super nervous cause it's a new doctor and what if they call me a liar? I mean, I have proof, so it's an irrational worry, but it's still a worry

Unfortunately there are shitty doctors out there - but fingers crossed that you'll get one of the good ones! I know my friend with CFS also had to fight a lot of doctors to get her diagnosis, but eventually she succeeded and I'm sure you will succeed as well.

[yourdailycartoon]

[anon-i-mus]

“The lower your vibrations (fear, anger, powerlessness, selfishness, jealousy, blaming, complaining and guilt), the more you will attract people and circumstances that resonate with those denser frequencies. Situations that appear ‘negative’ will always find us like a moth to a flame; we must choose to vibrate higher.”  -Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

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“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

[theanarchistscookbook]

[mindblowingfactz]

The Baader–Meinhof Phenomenon, also called “frequency illusion,” is an illusion in which the thing you’ve just noticed, experienced, or been told about suddenly crops up everywhere.

[abzu2]

Len Horowitz – DNA is a Torsion field antenna

[dag786-8]

[brother-hermes]

WE ARE NOT MACHINES

It’s so easy to get caught up in all of our technological advance and become lost in the world of cyberspace. We collect our news from electronic devices, and buy into the notion that the people we want the world to see in our online world is actually us, but it’s not. 

As we become enamored with our virtual lives any thoughts of our spiritual natures becomes more and more distant. We are unplugging our spirits as we slowly plug into the matrix. Some might say it’s an equal exchange and believe we are merely trading one reality for another. I don’t.

Yes. Western medicine has a tendency to treat our bodies, which I see as Temples that house the Divine, as if they’re rusty old automobiles.”Oh you’re appendix is faulty. Yep! That’s common with the 93′s.” We scrape and pull, reshape ourselves and cling to youth as if we can merely apply another coat of paint to keep us looking pristine. We do insurmountable damage to ourselves and then expect a few surgeries to put us back together. 

Think of all the disease they can link to our meals born out of convenience. Microwaved plastic and all that. How many variations of cancer are correlated to technological advances in how we grow food and prepare it? Cell phone towers reeking havoc on the minds of our children.

Just pass me the camera. Do you have any idea how many sympathy likes I’ll get on my Instagram for this trip to the hospital? Our families come in, clickity-clacking away as they fill our Facebook walls with love for the world to see. Yet, we somehow still wake up alone. Plugged into machines, staring at our phones craving the comments of how dignified we look. How beautiful we are in spite of the feed tubes, or IVs.

Granted, if we were talking about loving with that same reckless abandon I wouldn’t even bring it up, but that’s not it. We cling to what feels good. Youth and vitality equals a look of desire that invigorates us with memories of how we once felt. If we could just keep up the appearance of feeling that way it’ll all work out. 

Please hit like so that dopamine spikes again. I need another hit. That’s the textbook definition of addiction, craving a reward in spite of the consequences. 

In today’s world a truly revolutionary idea would be finding that happiness within. Accepting we age. Accepting our lives are messed up. Accepting we don’t always get it right. Otherwise, what’s the point? To look good for everyone else while we die inside? Maybe the Buddhist are right and the nature of all of our suffering is ignorance. Dis-ease of the mind. That constant state of discomfort we all try and mask by looking a certain way to the public eye.

Now. By all means, feed my addiction and hit like and share. 

[brother-hermes]

WE ARE NOT MACHINES

It’s so easy to get caught up in all of our technological advance and become lost in the world of cyberspace. We collect our news from electronic devices, and buy into the notion that the people we want the world to see in our online world is actually us, but it’s not. 

As we become enamored with our virtual lives any thoughts of our spiritual natures becomes more and more distant. We are unplugging our spirits as we slowly plug into the matrix. Some might say it’s an equal exchange and believe we are merely trading one reality for another. I don’t.

Yes. Western medicine has a tendency to treat our bodies, which I see as Temples that house the Divine, as if they’re rusty old automobiles.”Oh you’re appendix is faulty. Yep! That’s common with the 93′s.” We scrape and pull, reshape ourselves and cling to youth as if we can merely apply another coat of paint to keep us looking pristine. We do insurmountable damage to ourselves and then expect a few surgeries to put us back together. 

Think of all the disease they can link to our meals born out of convenience. Microwaved plastic and all that. How many variations of cancer are correlated to technological advances in how we grow food and prepare it? Cell phone towers reeking havoc on the minds of our children.

Just pass me the camera. Do you have any idea how many sympathy likes I’ll get on my Instagram for this trip to the hospital? Our families come in, clickity-clacking away as they fill our Facebook walls with love for the world to see. Yet, we somehow still wake up alone. Plugged into machines, staring at our phones craving the comments of how dignified we look. How beautiful we are in spite of the feed tubes, or IVs.

Granted, if we were talking about loving with that same reckless abandon I wouldn’t even bring it up, but that’s not it. We cling to what feels good. Youth and vitality equals a look of desire that invigorates us with memories of how we once felt. If we could just keep up the appearance of feeling that way it’ll all work out. 

Please hit like so that dopamine spikes again. I need another hit. That’s the textbook definition of addiction, craving a reward in spite of the consequences. 

In today’s world a truly revolutionary idea would be finding that happiness within. Accepting we age. Accepting our lives are messed up. Accepting we don’t always get it right. Otherwise, what’s the point? To look good for everyone else while we die inside? Maybe the Buddhist are right and the nature of all of our suffering is ignorance. Dis-ease of the mind. That constant state of discomfort we all try and mask by looking a certain way to the public eye.

Now. By all means, feed my addiction and hit like and share. 

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[yutani-corporation]

“The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters.”

— Antonio Gramsci

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