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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
noise dept.
hello vonnie

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One Nice Bug Per Day
Sweet Seals For You, Always
trying on a metaphor

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Cosimo Galluzzi
wallacepolsom
we're not kids anymore.
Not today Justin

Origami Around
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@mizzstargazzer
The sun came out for the first time in 11 days in NYC. If the sun made an effort, what excuse do I have?
3 hr and 18 mins of January left. In January-time that’s 86 days and 1479 hours
I’m tryna make it but it’s more likely that I’ll sprout horns before this behemoth evil spawn of a month ends 😏
So, time heals. Mostly. Sometimes carelessly. And in unsuspecting moments, the pain catches and reminds one of all that's been missing. The fulcrum of what might have been. But then it passes. Winter moves into spring and swallows return. The proximity of new skin returns to the sheets. Beauty does what is required. Jobs fulfil and conversations inspire. Loneliness becomes a mere Sunday. Scattered clothes. Empty bowls. Rotting fruit. Passing time. But still life in all its beauty and complexity. - Still Life, Sarah Winman
Anyone who works a full-time+ job and either lives alone or in a situation where they're doing the majority of the household management: I'm so proud of you. However well or poorly you think you're managing this is the sign you're doing enough. This shit is hard. A no one is going to give you credit for how hard it is. No one notices a clean house, they only notice if it's dirty. But you're doing great, and it's okay to give yourself a break. You deserve it.
I needed that today 🥹
“I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.”
— Rachel C. Lewis, Tell the People you Love You Love Them (via thelovejournals)
Tomorrow is February and idgaf what my calendar, my phone, my parole officer, or my medication has to say about it 🤨
I need this month to LET. IT. GO. already 😏
I turn 30 next month so here’s what I learned in my 20s:
—don’t work for startups, they’re always one ‘innovative idea’ away adding ‘sell your kidneys on the black market’ to your job description.
—keeping a collection of basic OTC medicine on you will save your life one day. I recommend Advil, Imodium, and TUMS.
—those little single-use glasses cleaning wipes are 1000% worth the money
—overly self-depreciating jokes just make people uncomfortable, wean yourself off of them
—you can buy dehydrated mini marshmallows in bulk online and they’re a godsend for hot cocoa
—people don’t care if you have fidget toys on your desk they just want to play with them
—try to go to bed BEFORE the existential ennui kicks in
Also drink water and eat a plant
This is all GREAT. I turned 40 last week, so permit me to add what I learned in my 30s:
keep on not working for startups
sometimes there comes a point where the thing (fandom, hobby, friendship, romantic relationship) you loved no longer brings you joy. And that's okay. Try to mourn the loss, take joy in the memories, and don't burn any bridges in case ten years go by and you find yourself back in that fandom/hobby/relationship again
it turns out that (ugh) moderate regular exercise is (spit) good for you. The sooner you make it part of your life, the easier it'll be
related: if you throw yourself into a new exercise regime too hard and too fast, without stopping to rest or consider whether a particular move is good for you ... well, shoulder injuries are painful and consults with orthopedic surgeons are expensive
knees are bastards too
don't even get me started on ankles
there may come a time when your digestive system is too fragile for ibuprofin. I'm sorry
one day you're gonna wake up and realise you no longer give any fucks about some things that used to bother you
on the other hand, you might be alarmed to realise what you still give a fuck about
never get down on the floor without an exit strategy for getting back up
I turn 50 this year. what I have learned in my 40s:
"loving yourself" is less of a feeling and more of an action. you can start doing it any time and it will make your life better and better as you go on
this will happen incrementally - be patient
along those lines, if you haven't started making an active effort to quit shit-talking yourself, suck it up and do it
no, shut up. do it. "but it's haaaaard!" don't care. do it.
whether you like it or not, you are mortal and you need to go to the doctor for an annual checkup
stretch regularly - your future self will thank you
at some point you will encounter people much younger than you arguing passionately and incorrectly about history you personally remember and experienced
this will be infuriating and annoying
otoh, most other things just... will not matter to you as much
at some point you will shift from wanting to go out to being like "eh" and deciding to stay in. this is okay.
you will have absolutely no idea what The Youth are talking about and you will not care
but if you keep your mind open to new ideas you'll never be irrelevant
your company still doesn't love you - don't give them more than they pay you for
get a fucking hobby, especially a hobby that involves physically creating/handling something and/or moving your body in physical space. it will do you more good than you can imagine
Just turned 60 and let me say:
Find joy, every kind, it's always worth it
I'm talking that massive, never-ending Discord chat with your bestie? The one that makes you giggle through the day? It's not a "waste of time," it's what time was made for
If that's fanfic for your favorite characters who never even met on screen celebrate that!
If that's building a tiny fleet of snake villagers for your snake town and they just cover your mantel hell yes!
If that's collecting pillows and making a fort of them every weekend I'll be right over
Feeling and sharing joy is the whole point
This is too tempting…, so, I’m 74, and: don’t fund startups
Please keep stretching and exercise enough NOT to need an elaborate strategy to get up from the floor. IT MAY SAVE YOUR LIFE
Say bye to your employer as early as you possibly can, unless you really love your job. You won’t be sorry.
Keep doing the annual checkups 🙏🏼
Enjoy that fucking hobby you’ve acquired in your 50, or find something new. Do try new things & adventures.
i'm atill early 40s but want to riff on "Find joy, every kind, it's always worth it"
you can carry your stuffie around the shop floor/work.
and i might have an advantage as i dress in all black, am gruff as fuck, and my stuffie is an angey bunnie.
but have the confidence and knowledge that most people will ask about the stuffie "once" and if you respond "it's mah bunneh" with enough conviction. ...
they'll start asking to see the stuffie later on.
and you'll see a little of the joy you can spread.
I just came across this post and I loved it, but this comment below just made my entire day. It has to be shared….
september…….honey……..angel……….please be kind
This right fucking here!
I hear this argument all the time when discussing making higher education free for all. People who are still paying thousands in student loans years, (even decades) after they’ve graduated, or those who where denied the opportunity to get a college degree because the cost was just too high, argue that access to higher education should not be free because it wasn’t free for them. Now that is a different kind of hard-headed, tow-the-line, bullshit that will never make sense to me.
It's been a minute
Nothing like getting Covid to bring you back to your social media roots. I'm currently feeling that social media burn out, the one you get when you're interacting with too many of your IRL people. I craved the warmth and coziness of my internet family.
Covid has really been kicking my ass. This is beyond horrible. The chest pain and inability to take a deep breath without feeling like an elephant is sitting on shards of glass that are piercing your lungs is the worst. But then there's also feeling like i'm drowning anytime I lay down. I have to sleep sitting up and that is no day in the park. The most challenging part has to be keeping my parents away from me. My mom means well and I know that she's just trying to care for me, but the woman is relentless! She looks for any and every excuse to be at my door. She doesn't understand that I'm just trying to keep her and my dad alive and well. If I'm feeling this way with practically no underlying conditions, and age on my side, I can't begin to imagine the hell it is when you're older and suffer from high blood pressure, diabetes, arthritis, etc. This is one challenge I mustn't fail because their life depends on it.
Anyway, here's a pic of me from last week, before Covid ruined everything...
I won’t take selfies with other people y’all don’t know my angles
#one of the most iconic 4 and a half minutes in the history of television
legendary
Always a reblog
“THE FIRE IS SHOOTING AT US”