Monterey Bay Aquarium
Claire Keane
One Nice Bug Per Day

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of; for to have been born in God’s thought and then made by God is the dearest, grandest, and most precious thing in all thinking.
C.S. Lewis (via beard-and-flannel)
Indeed, the safest road to Hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.
C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters (via both-seeker-and-sought)
concept: my heart is filled with so much love and sunshine, i am content with myself and body, genuinely happy while drinking a warm cup of tea on a monday morning
something my therapist has me thinking about a lot is the idea of blindspots. the idea that people around us are bound not to witness everything we experience. people around you will not notice all of your feelings, they won’t be able to read your thoughts. failing to acknowledge people’s blindspots can result in warped, black and white thinking. that person you despise is not a villain, not your antagonist. they are the protagonist in their own life just as you are. they have flaws, weaknesses, and blindspots. just like you have.
something my therapist has me thinking about a lot is the idea of blindspots. the idea that people around us are bound not to witness everything we experience. people around you will not notice all of your feelings, they won’t be able to read your thoughts. failing to acknowledge people’s blindspots can result in warped, black and white thinking. that person you despise is not a villain, not your antagonist. they are the protagonist in their own life just as you are. they have flaws, weaknesses, and blindspots. just like you have.
something my therapist has me thinking about a lot is the idea of blindspots. the idea that people around us are bound not to witness everything we experience. people around you will not notice all of your feelings, they won’t be able to read your thoughts. failing to acknowledge people’s blindspots can result in warped, black and white thinking. that person you despise is not a villain, not your antagonist. they are the protagonist in their own life just as you are. they have flaws, weaknesses, and blindspots. just like you have.
Do it or don’t do it — you will regret both.
Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or (via wordsnquotes)
idk if I’ve posted about this before but by far the strangest things that’s happened to me in retail was the time someone’s total came out to my birth-year and I said “hey! that’s the year I was born!” and then the next customer’s total came out to like $12.57 and just bc I’m a weirdo I said “hey! that’s the year I was born!” and without missing a fucking beat this like, 70+ year old man said
“Ah! Another like me! We’re few and far between these days, aren’t we?”
And I was like oh man this guy’s sense of humor really aligns with mine! And I laughed and made some other joke about being immortal and thought that was the end of it,
but this man.
He stood by the register for five more minutes. Maybe more. Which let me tell you is an EXCRUTIATING amount of time for something like this to happen.
And he just kept upping the ante!! He starting talking about some REALLY specific details regarding day-to-day life in the 1300s to the point I started getting worried that I’d misled a genuinely immortal being to believe I am also immortal.
He eventually politely left when I got too busy with other customers to awkwardly respond.
Who the fuck was that guy.
I think it’s also important to mention this happened at Cracker Barrel.
There will never be another President and First Lady like the Obamas.