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life pro tip: calm down
I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 oâclock. tattoo of a cobra⌠sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things donât exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive
âDo it scaredâ âdo it aloneâ are all great tips, but my biggest takeaway from therapy is do it messy. This is especially true if youâre getting out of a burnout, which I experience often. Literally just do it messy. You donât need to pick the perfect trail to walk, the perfect playlist to listen to, whatever the fuck it is. You donât need to have a meticulous to do list and wake up at the exact time you planned and drink the exact amount of water you planned to drink. Like the biggest thing for people like me to remember is sometimes itâs okay to do it messy. Put on a random yt workout and just get it done in sweats. Do 5 minutes of a daunting task and go from there. Sometimes just getting up is a win during intense burnouts or depressive funks. Literally just do it messy.
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says âno eyes⌠no nose⌠no face. Donât trust.â To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
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usa: united states of america
usb: universal serial bus
usc: university of southern california
usd: united states dollar
use: now this one's just a normal verb
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if your animal is lying on the floor, furniture etc, itâs important to take a picture of them. then, if they move or shift in any way, itâs important to take another picture. with this technique, you can take many pictures of your animal
âi should take a walk for my mental healthâ boring, tired, i donât even really wanna do it tbh
âi need to check the perimeterâ i need to check the perimeter
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Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and itâs not to watch the shoppers. See, we canât actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didnât exist in my household. Itâs normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
âWhat the hell, Iâll take another,â says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. Heâs not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. Heâs not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadnât spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldnât have spent any. I go home. I donât own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.Â
Iâm not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlandoâs walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (âcast membersâ) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even âfaceâ characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
You ever think about how old people have no idea what âsurvivor biasâ is, and take full credit for being excellent out of things where they lucked out?
âBack in my day we didnât have any of these childhood protective things, we were smart enough not to do stupid shit on our own!â Except your little neighbour, who got the funniest idea at the age of seven, and got his skull pierced when he slipped?
âBack in my day nobody got divorced, we stuck together and fixed our problems!â What about your cousin, who was slowly killed by her husband because she had nowhere to escape him?
âBack in my day nobody had âmental problemsâ, we didnât whine, we just toughed it out and endured life!â Hey remember that guy you used to work with, who seemed really friendly and normal, and then suddenly hanged himself âfor no reasonâ?
âBack in my day we didnât have any of this âgayâ or âtransgenderâ thing.â You did, but your family cut all ties with her before you were born.
 You kinda start seeing it in everything they think, if you start looking for it.
âWhen we were kids nobody whined about car seats or bike helmets. We didnât use them, and we all survived!â
Yeah, except for the ones who didnât.
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nobody âwrites like aiâ as long as they write, then they write. period. thereâs no âwriting like aiâ. because by saying someone âwrites like aiâ, youâre implying that ai actually writes and that ai is the blueprint. but what ai does is mimic human-made works.
ai writes (aka theyâre mimicking) like humans. not the other way around.
saying âthis writer writes like aiâ is the equivalent of saying âyour work looks like those other works that copied yoursâ
A fun thing about computer skills is that as you have more of them, the number of computer problems you have doesn't go down.
This is because as a beginner, you have troubles because you don't have much knowledge.
But then you learn a bunch more, and now you've got the skills to do a bunch of stuff, so you run into a lot of problems because you're doing so much stuff, and only an expert could figure them out.
But then one day you are an expert. You can reprogram everything and build new hardware! You understand all the various layers of tech!
And your problems are now legendary. You are trying things no one else has ever tried. You Google them and get zero results, or at best one forum post from 1997. You discover bugs in the silicon of obscure processors. You crash your compiler. Your software gets cited in academic papers because you accidently discovered a new mathematical proof while trying to remote control a vibrator. You can't use the wifi on your main laptop because you wrote your own uefi implementation and Intel has a bug in their firmware that they haven't fixed yet, no matter how much you email them. You post on mastodon about your technical issue and the most common replies are names of psychiatric medications. You have written your own OS but there arent many programs for it because no one else understands how they have to write apps as a small federation of coroutine-based microservices. You ask for help and get Pagliacci'd, constantly.
But this is the natural of computer skills: as you know more, your problems don't get easier, they just get weirder.
you know you've made it when you're googling problems and ending up with 0-9 results
#you don't actually have to be good to have these problems#you just have to be obsessed with a micro-issue that no one else cares about