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My grandpa was notorious for setting his phone down instead of hanging it up. Anyway, one time after we'd spoken for a while we said our goodbyes and he, naturally, didn't hang up but instead set his phone aside as he turned to his brother and said, "That was the light of my life."

That lives rent free in my head forever.

eldritchbauble

You're just a mammal. Let yourself act like it. Your brain needs enrichment. Your body needs rest. You feel hunger and grow hair. You need to pack bond with other sentient things so you don't become unsocialized and neurotic. You are biologically inclined to seek dopamine and become sick when chronically stressed. "Hedonism" is made up to place moral value on taking pleasure in sensory experiences. I am telling you that if you don't let yourself be a fucking mammal, as you were made, you will suffer and go insane. No grindset no diets no trying to be above your drive for connection. Pursue what makes you feel good and practice radial rejection of the constructs meant to turn you into a machine. You're a mammal.

eldritchbauble

I am so serious about the way people are taught to view themselves as separate from and above any other animal being the root cause of a lot of problems. You're not better than a beast.

eldritchbauble

This post has really made the rounds so I have to say - this mentality changed me overnight. I had this realization that all of the fumbling over self love I did for years just needed... this. Once I internalized that I'm just a creature, it got so much easier to take care of myself.

I've started treating myself like I would a dog that's going to chew through the house when it's bored. I walk myself. I seek activities that make my brain feel less like depressed sludge. I ask my body what it needs; I rest, I enjoy rest. I don't see it as a waste or unproductive. I see it as allowing my body to do its job of working better. I lean into appreciating my natural features. I'm a hunk of flesh. I can be ugly. I can decide that ugly is appealing. I can not care. Whatever. I started emphasizing little things that nourish my relationship(s), shelving distractions more, so I can relish the time I have with loved ones. I specifically pursue pleasure--dopamine--not just quick hits from scrolling social media but getting off my ass. Engaging. Cooking myself nice meals and making fucking art, man. Things that make my spirit feel more alive than I have for years. I ask myself what it is I want rather than only doing what I'm supposed to be doing. And it doesn't mean shirk every responsibility, it means recognizing you're one of your fucking responsibilities. It's reordering. I realized I'm going to die happy or unhappy and either way I'm just as dead in a given amount of years, and I choose to die happy and fulfilled.

Everything else can get fucked ad infinitum.

Call me a hedonist, I'm saving my own life.

moldavite

i want to crawl on you like. Bugs

whimsifae

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

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ttaibhse

i will keep you alive forever tumblr.com i promise

loveridden1999

toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account

"do it scared" this "do it tired" that. well no one ever talks about the fucking insurmountable "do it with greasy hair"

mikerickson

I do enjoy when a very old classic Tumblr post (like literally a decade old at this point) comes across my Dash and I click on OP's account and their last post was like, 30 minutes ago.

byjove

everybody look at this glue stick I just purchased

I mean yeah, they did have the size on the product listing but it’s a bit difficult to visualize

skatinginfinitelywithyourmom

how to get up in the morning tutorial

skatinginfinitelywithyourmom

how to get up in the morning walkthrough

skatinginfinitelywithyourmom

how to get up in the morning tips and tricks

nohoperadio

destroy the idea that you will remember that thing later without writing it down

amaditalks

ICE murdered a woman in Minneapolis today. Her name was Renee Good.

Renee Good was a queer white woman, a mother and a wife. She was a US citizen. But too many stories are making sure to include the details of her citizenship first and foremost, even before her name,as if it makes a difference, as if it would have been more understandable or more acceptable if the woman that ICE murdered was an immigrant, documented or otherwise. As if her citizenship should provoke us to a higher level of outrage.

Of course it makes absolutely no difference whatsoever.

When you talk about the death of Renee Good, talk about her by her name. Talk about her courage in being a bystander interventionist and observer of the lawless behavior of the armed agents engaging in an ethnic cleansing campaign in our country. Talk about her family that is left behind after this wanton act of murder. Talk about her as a role model and inspiration for all of us.

But don't talk about Renee Good as a US citizen. It doesn't matter. It's beneath mention.