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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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@sammichfelge
In the space between yes and no, there’s a lifetime. It’s the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it’s the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you’ll tell yourself in the future.
Jodi Picoult (via purplebuddhaproject)
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That has to be what love is – t0 seeing what a mess he is and loving him anyway, because you know you’re a mess, too, maybe even worse.
David Levithan, Another Day (via alittlebitoflace)
Lake Minnewanka and the Milky Way | Patrick Latter
From Ezra’s blog, Dec. 2012:
‘You would all do me an amazing service if you would entertain the notion that the fight metaphor may not be the most helpful one. Or maybe it’s not as helpful now as it was in earlier stages. It’s difficult to change the language around something when it is so engrained. “Fighting cancer..” “died after a long battle with cancer..” etc. But this implies that there are winners and losers. That if we die we have lost. But we ALL die. No one makes it out alive. That shouldn’t make us all losers. The most pernicious part of the fight metaphor for me is the notion that if someone dies young from cancer they simply didn’t fight hard enough. That if someone decides to forgo treatment, they have “thrown in the towel.”
I don’t see any grace in the desperate clinging to life that we call fighting in this metaphor.
Maybe instead I’m having a slow dance with a handsome and charming mad man who has made it quite clear that eventually he’ll have to USE the straight razor that he’s holding to my throat. I believe him. He doesn’t seem like a guy who lies. Why he has to cut my throat isn’t clear. In the mean time, it’s a warm embrace. I’m holding him, he’s holding me. He’s whispering the most beautiful and insane shit to me, all wise, all true. I’m trying to enjoy the dance as much as I can, trying to learn as much as I can, trying to stay present despite the knife at my throat. And now he’s starting to cry. You dig?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m a fighter all right. I have been from the start. Walking around barefoot with fists cocked. But this isn’t a fight.’
Fast Boy Cycles
(by fast boy)
This was not the Best Year Ever
It was…challenging. My child had a mental health crisis, I had a cancer scare, we had to move, I was chosen and then lost the chance to compete on the Food Network, both the kids struggled in school, and money was tight.
BUT…
Tonight one of Liberty’s friends is coming over for a sleepover, I have a good plan to take care of my (not cancer) health issues next year, we’ve settled in to a new house and I have a pretty bomb container garden going, Aidan is applying for jobs and trying to do better in school, fuck the Food Network, and WE’RE GETTING MARRIED IN MARCH.
So this was not the Best Year Ever, but there are so many more to look forward to. And that’s all that matters.
Peace and joy and health and contentment to all of you in the new year.
Salut.
"so this was not the Best Year Ever, but there are so many more to look forward to. And that’s all that matters."
Fuck yes.
