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i love u :)

[augustarambles]

Sometimes the rats in my brain come together and start yelling “YEARNING” and in trying to appease them I ask “FOR WHAT” but they are too small so all they can say is “YEARNING” which is a very big word for such a tiny creature, even collectively

[mandyseley]

I loved this visual so much I had to doodle it.

ratratratratrat

[papayajuan2019]

cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

[derelicthousefootage]

[chilewithcarnage]

"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain."

-Ursula K. LeGuin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

[wizardnuke]

"Evil is boring. Right? I kinda believe in the banality and mundaneness of evil. Evil is just selfish impulses, which at the end of the day are really easy to understand. It’s easy to understand why people do bad things. It’s like “yeah, ok, you’re selfish and scared and cruel, I get it”. Being good is complex and beautiful and hard." - Brennan Lee Mulligan

[mahayanapilgrim-deactivated2025]

Sri Sambuddha, my lordly king,

my homage is for you.

The lion amon men who was born in the Sakyan clan, my homage is for you.

My heart is an altar for you and there I spread the flowers of devotion for you.

My homage is for you Sri Sambuddha, my king!

Beings in this world,

Entangled in a web of defilements,

You tamed them, taught them and poured the nectar of Dhamma into their minds.

The lordly king of Dhamma, my homage is for you.

Fulfilled the perfections for more than four eons for our sake,

You vanquished the Mara's armies and attained the sublime enlightenment.

My lord of the supreme Dhamma, my homage is for you from the bottom of my heart.

You found the root cause of suffering.

It is you who taught beings how to escape from suffering.

Your light of wisdom outshines the darkness of not-knowing.

Preached the serene Dhamma to everyone, my homage is for you

[oliviabensonswift]

all this time phasing in and out of first jhana i feel like is doing wonders for accepting life for what it is. i used to leave those states screaming & kicking to come back into my reality and now i feel like oh ok i had to go there to charge my batteries and it’s ok bc im a device of the universe and eventually this little trip will come to an end and so let me at least enjoy this silly little life to the fullest extent possible until the inevitable

[oliviabensonswift]

notes on a bank holiday

[waspcup]

hello my name is Very tiny flying insect i see you’ve got an uncovered beverage outdoors. Can i fall into it and kill myself please please please please please please please please please please

[hope-ur-ok]

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I love the story this mashup tells

[inkskinned]

hello. you left a neon pink post-it with pgs 194-359 due 9/12 in the book, by the way. it is now May 23rd and the library's printer is running out of ink. it jammed and tore my passport application. one of the librarians dutifully blacked out all my information (front and back!) before proceeding to use every unmarred inch as scrap paper.

i think maybe our (plural, inclusive) lives are connected. all of them. i have been thinking a lot about borrowing. about how people move through the world in waves, filling in the same spaces. i have probably stood on the same subway platform as you. we held the same book. all of us stand in the same line at the grocery, at the gas station. how many feet have stood washing dishes in my kitchen?

i hope you are doing well. the pen you used was a nice red, maybe a glitter pen? you have loopy, curling handwriting. i sometimes wonder if it is true that you can tell a personality by the shape of our letters. i'm borrowing my brother's car. he's got scrangly engineer handwriting (you know the one). it's a yellow-orange ford mustang boss. when i got out of the building, some kids were posing with it for a selfie. i felt a little bird grow in me and had to pause and pretend to be busy with my phone to give them more time for their laughing.

i have a habit of asking people what's the last good book you read? the librarian's handwriting on the back of my smeared-and-chewed passport application says the glass house in small undercase. i usually go for fantasy/sci fi, but she was glowing when she suggested it. i found your post-it on page 26, so i really hope you didn't have to read up to 359 in that particular book. i hope you're like me and just have a weird "random piece of trash" "bookmark" that somehow makes it through like, 58 books.

i wish the concept of soul mates was bigger. i wish it was about how my soul and your soul are reading the same work. how i actually put down that book at the same time you did - page 26 was like, all exposition. i wish we were soul mates with every person on the same train. how magical to exist and borrow the same space together. i like the idea that somewhere, someone is using the shirts i donated. i like the idea that every time i see a nice view and say oh gosh look at the view, you (plural, inclusive) said that too.

the kids hollered when i beeped the car. oh dude you set off the alarm, oh shit is she - dude that's her car!! one was extremely polite. "i like your car, Miss. i'm sorry we touched it." i said i wasn't busy, finish up the pictures. i folded your post-it into a paper crane while i waited. i thought about how my brother's a kind person but his handwriting looks angry. i thought about how for an entire year i drove someone to work every day - and i didn't even think to ask for gas money. my handwriting is straight capital letters.

i thought about how i can make a paper crane because i was taught by someone who was taught by someone else.

the kids asked me to rev the engine and you know i did. the way they reacted? you would have thought i brought the sun from the sky and poured it into a waterglass. i went home smiling about it. i later gave your post it-turned-bird to a tiny child on the bus. she put it in her mouth immediately.

how easy, standing in your shadow, casting my own. how our hands pass over each other in the same minor folds. i wonder how many of the same books you and i have read. i wonder how many people have the same favorite six songs or have been in the same restaurant or have attended the same movie premier. the other day i mentioned the Book Mill from a small town in western massachusetts - a lot of people knew of it. i wonder if i've ever passed you - and didn't even notice it.

i hope whatever i leave behind makes you happy. i hope my hands only leave gentle prints. i hope you and i get the same feeling when the sun comes out. soulmates across all of it.

[oliviabensonswift]

im just getting better at noticing these days. and letting the awareness fill me and the awareness be enough.

and i want to put more attention into creating instead of consuming. because my thoughts are all over the place lately but im in a very very very sweet blessed place at the moment and i feel overwhelming gratitude sweeping through me sometimes. its hard though to not just cling to those moments where everything aligns and let is just flow through me. working through generating deep compassion for myself and all these other living beings and how to be seen but also just not participate in the crazy world. overall though. its sweet.

[kosmogrl]

[oliviabensonswift]

scrabble on a sunday 

our lips stained with mulled wine

and bodies dizzy with wanting 

we slow down for a

precious moment

your body your lips your tongue 

we will never be so young again

softly graze your face on my neck 

i love you i love you i love you

five kisses down my spine

and then for each freckle on my face

two more for luck

pause sigh gaze into your eyes 

you claim victory on a double word

i concede, contented and full on you

my christmas blessing 

i close my eyes and hear

your voice sing to me 

when I need strength 

the low hum of your

songs in my spine

your love gives me

the strength of a

thousand suns 

patient gentle kind and strong 

thank you 

for everything 

that you are and do

weekend backpack living 

lightbulb fixing 

pineapple rice 

and every sweet nothing 

may we always be

blessed content and at peace

offering more than we take

to this world, ourselves

and each other 

a sunflower in the rain

my being shifts to face

wherever you are,

withering 

in storms, in floods 

and at night 

whilst I wait

impatiently 

for your return  

[oliviabensonswift]

[thatwasthenightthingschanged]

the accuracy of this tho (credit: @/anthonylario on tiktok)

[oliviabensonswift]

[nentuaby]

Responding to a pandemic in the world’s wealthiest and most powerful nation:

[roseverdict]

PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU’RE APOLOGIZING FOR BECAUSE I’M COMPLETELY CONFUSED

[nentuaby]

The RNA vaccines approved for COVID-19 in the US both need to be distributed at extremely low temperatures. Like 40F lower than any other mass-distributed medicine.

It turns out the Dippin Dots company runs the only nationwide supply chain that’s ever operated at those temperatures. So all these big serious health orgs are consulting the expertise of, and even exploring renting equipment from, The Ice Cream of the Future™️.

[roseverdict]

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[memewhore]

[scaredenglishmajor]

If anyone deserves a raise it’s the employee from four seasons total landscaping who answered the phone and went “yup, we can set up a podium and everything” and just acted like nothing was out of the ordinary.

[nerdymouse]