about being alive

///////// alive //// əˈlʌɪv //////// the most wonderful feeling in the world

[tsotea-deactivated20210727]

happy april fools. please take this egg

hahahahahha………………..

youve been fooled………………by the april fools beeper……………..it was a fully grown bird the entire time…..no egg………………it tells u it hopes u hav a good april 1st

[anxietyproblem]

[memesandlaughs]

[anxietyproblem]

If you can relate to any of these posts, follow us @anxietyproblem​

[witchyintheforest]

Yes to all of the above

[beach-fan]

All of the above👍

[ima-fuckingt4ble]

several personal attacks, especially the Marge and Homer one

[gangrenados]

I can fucking relate with all of the above

[transvampirerights]

[anxietyproblem]

[catchymemes]

Sick Tiger Cub Gets Rescued From Circus, Makes Incredible Recovery And Finds Love

[deapseelugia]

SHES BLEPPING IN THE LAST PHOTO HELP ME

[chocolatequeennk]

Since so many “tiger rescues” aren’t really rescues at all, I did some googling on this one. 

Good news: This is a legit rescue, carried out by Tigers in America. This organisation rescues tigers from horrible situations like this.

If you’re an animal conservationist looking for an organisation to support, Tigers in America is worth looking into.

[lilacblue-boy]

I'm being cheesy and mushy and worried but mainly just head over heels since a few days ago and I just wanna do it all over again??

[lilacblue-boy]

I wish I could actually trade my soul to someone to keep You save

[tami-taylors-hair]

I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money. 

“A scam” people are fucking wild.  

[dragginage]

This happened to me, too. A woman had used WIC for the majority of her stuff (which I say from personal experience is such a long and embarrassing process) and to buy the remainder of her groceries, which included diapers and wipes, she used a card, and it got declined. I bought the other $30 of her groceries because hey, I’ve been there, and now I’m not. She was extremely emotional and began to cry and even hugged me. My mom called me on the drive home and could tell I had been crying myself, asked what was wrong, and when I told her what happened, she berated me for being “duped.” I couldn’t believe she could be so disappointed in one of her children for doing something- nice? Is that the hill you want to die on? Getting mad about people needing groceries?

[systlin]

I once paid for a woman’s bill at the vet…it wasn’t a big one, but she was trying to pay for some medication for her dog, and her card was declined. And her lip started trembling, and she says “I don’t get paid until Tuesday, would he be ok until then?” 

So I just told them to add the $20 something onto my bill, and I thought she was going to break down crying right there.

And I don’t care if it was a scam or not. Just do nice things for people sometimes. 

[flurrin]

Do good recklessly.

[solarpunk-gnome]

I think “Do good recklessly” would be fantastic word art to hang on one’s wall. Artistic people, go!

[7faerielights]

So this has happened to me but from the other side. Several years ago when my oldest was around three or so, I had my debit card decline at Walmart. It wasn’t a scam or a mistake, I was genuinely broke. Out of money. I checked my bank and discovered I had something like 7 dollars left to my name and a hungry kid and nothing to eat at home. So I sat there trying to come up with the best way to stretch that tiny amount of money to feed my kid. Not even to feed me. I can live on popcorn or something if I have to but my kid was three and he had to eat. So there I am trying really hard not to cry while I slowly take things out of my basket to get it down to under 7 bucks, when a lady tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and she smiled at me and started putting the things back in my cart. I opened my mouth to tell her that I didn’t have the money for them but she stopped me right away and said “Don’t worry about it. It’s gonna be fine.” Then she handed the cashier her credit card and said “Ring up all of it.” My kid got to eat because of her. I got to eat because of her. I had laundry soap and deodorant because of her. She could’ve just ignored me silently struggling in that line. She could’ve decided I was a scam and gone home feeling good about avoiding being duped. But instead she chose to help me and she saved us. So maybe the person struggling in front of you is trying to put one over on you or maybe they are just sad and broke and trying to figure out what to do. You get to decide which you want to believe and what you want to do. But I’ll tell y’all, no one has ever been more beautiful to me than that lady in that line who saved me and my baby. Be like her. Be beautiful.

[29-pieces]

Do good recklessly

[lightningchaserarts]

DO BETTER. BE BETTER. STRIVE TO BE BETTER.

DO GOOD RECKLESSLY

[lilacblue-boy]

I've been falling for the same person for a few years now and I don't know how I ever wasn't? How anyone else isn't?? They're so wonderful????

[hereunoia]

I ended up writing an eulogy for all the dead

that never became a trending topic.

To the ones buried under debris

after the earth sneezed out of turn.

For those like Uchendu, who passed away

before they learned to whisper Mamma,

or to the father who after drowning his sorrows in Tequila,

bought a one-way ticket to the bathtub.

This goes to the boy that avoided mirrors

because he hated what he saw,

and eventually grew so small he was never seen again.

I used to believe that if I held nebula between my hands,

and squeezed until I felt the skin giving away,

I’d give birth to a star.

But instead, I have the hands of a writer

and haven’t yet figured out how to immortalize someone

in less than 140 characters.

— “#eulogy ,” Alaska Gold.

[hereunoia]

Stop checking your pockets whenever you feel heavy hearted

it’s not the receipts or spare change that are weighing you down

sometimes you’ve carried feelings in your bones for so long

that they ink themselves onto your skin.

I heard you’re an expert at peeling away emotions and leaving them

on a pile beside stranger’s beds. You shouldn’t have to do this.

They should’ve taught you how to breathe properly;

there’s a way to exhale sadness by using your lungs. 

Stop searching for kitchen knives when you’re home alone,

no matter how many times you check your blood won’t change color.

Let me tell you that meteorites aren’t that different from people,

they too regret taking the jump as they fall. 

They should have showed you how to view the ocean as half-full

and the correct way to wash your hands to get rid of your sorrow.

Someone should have told you why solar eclipses occur;

the Moon hides the Sun from sight  so we do not see it shed tears. 

You’re not alone honey, even autumn leaves wish

they wouldn’t grow back in spring.

Learn to treat the scars on your body like an anagram,

if you rearrange the markings on your skin 

you’ll hear your body whisper, I survived.

— “A list of things school books don’t teach you,” Alaska Gold.

[hereunoia]

You spend your savings on paperclip bones

and trade your smiles for others that wont falter in the dark.

Every breath you take is self destructive and you still

bite the skin off your fingers and set yourself on fire

because you haven’t learned to love yourself correctly.

It may be difficult to think of your body as a lover,

but when your mind feeds you poison in milk

remember how your body is the one to hold you in its arms.

You are naked elbows and orange juice lips,

take up space at the dinner table, sit with open eyes

and elbows apart because your existence isn’t an apology letter.

You might not see it but you are a work in progress;

you are your own artist and this body is your canvas.

Love yourself harder than you’ve ever loved anyone else

and stop wishing for negative space between your bones,

this body was made to carry a heart the size of yours

and your mother equipped it well.

You haven’t realized yet but inside of you

is everything you need to be happy.

— “Learning to love by example,” Alaska Gold. 

[hereunoia]

Lately you’ve been coughing up empty poems

without showing signs of stopping.  

You’ve been sleeping with letters

and running away in the mornings

too scared after not loving them properly.

You’re trying to pack your heart into words again

but your hands shake every time you hold a pen.

You either write in even breaths

or to the point of suffocation;

there’s nothing in between.

You’re a world trapped under skin and bone,

you are words; red and pulsing

and asking for a home.

But when the poems decide to leave; let them.

They will run and go places.

They will write worlds without you.

Ignore the burning in your hands,

say you’ll miss them, say

love is not measured by the ability to stay

but the decision to come back.

—  "It wasn’t the writing, it was me,” Alaska Gold.

[hereunoia]

The doctors flinched when they pulled us from the womb. We were children bred from fire, conceived by adventures and born with a growing need to be everywhere.

They described us as bad habits with good intentions because we kissed until our bones would break and weren’t scared of being born again. 

We weren’t people. We were wildfire with flesh learning how to burn. 

When they came knocking on our door we set the house on fire. What they found is all we left behind.           “Birthing flames,” Alaska Gold

From my poetry book Growing Light, now available on amazon!

[hereunoia]

It took fifty seven days to find your smile after the waves washed it away. This is what we call misplacement; how we leave our hearts by the door so they remain tender. Things have been wrong for so long you think it somehow makes them right. So you keep trading your bones for broken glass, keep taking too much of the world into your hands.

You shouldn’t have grown this old so young.

Listen. I will lose myself if it means I can find you.

All this time I’ve been trying to build something bright enough to save us both.

Just wait. That place will be wonderful. Someday, for sure.        “A poem to call home,” Alaska Gold. From the book Growing Light.