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I present to you the best genre of speculative fiction: "We have to deal with The Horrors while also experiencing a horrific historical event"

the-big-mood

Apparently it was for a bit at the SAG Actor awards...

https://people.com/kristen-bell-actually-made-timothee-chalamet-face-mold-for-actor-awards-11920466

personsonable-deactivated201908

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

miaislying

Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?

personsonable-deactivated201908

decay exists as an extant form of life

miaislying

That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day

butchinharriman

gingersofficial

toastyglow

I drew this all in one go today and now I have to go lie down forever, good night.

aidashakur

rocktheholygrail

unfortunatesun

moderndaywarriorsawyer

The Money Tubbs only comes around every 5628 seconds. Reblog the Money Tubbs and you’ll find money!

modelinterrupted

Bitttchhh the last time I reblogged some bullshit like this I booked a 2k 30minute shoot lmao

goldpersonified

I received 2k 2 days after reblogging this

justarandomgirly

Omg full version!!!

legendarydragonperson

no cause we left him here so wtf happened

yeehawpim

cptsdwillgraham-deactivated2019

beep beep sometimes when you have been in survival mode for a long time the parts of you dedicated to Wanting Things atrophy and you forget how to envision a future that feels rewarding because you are busy with the business of staying alive, and it can seem like your life must be pointless because you can’t imagine any long term goals. sometimes even when you leave survival mode you can’t remember how to Want Things. that doesn’t mean you need to give up on having a good and fulfilling life, it just means that Wanting Things is a muscle you need to gradually strengthen. the part of you that has dreams and aspirations is still there, it just fell asleep, but if you wiggle it enough it can and will regain feeling. it’s okay to start small

the-alleged-mr-uncle

#okay but how

I’m going to speak on this even though I’m not OP because survival mode stripped me of everything “non-essential” and I’ve put in a lot of work, so here’s what I got:

You probably know people who have desires and plans. Buddy system the fuck out of those relationships. Ask about their gardens, projects, and the new recipes they are trying out. If they are thinking about painting a room, volunteer to help them. Go to the hardware store, let them talk about this and that shade. While you are preparing the room to be painted, think about how the new paint color will look in the morning sun, or at sunset.

Go to places where others have invested and planned. Community gardens that need watering volunteers. Neighborhood associations looking to fill potholes. Pet rescue centers that need blankets washed. Libraries looking for bodies to hand out summer reading rewards and T-Shirts. Hang out there, watch people care. Maybe lend a hand if you are able.

Allow yourself to be curious. Curiosity is the spark that leads to investment, and planning, and passion. “I wonder what hyenas sounds like” - “Huh, has anyone ever used hyena noises in music?” - “How does a person go about doing that?” - “Could I do that?” It is okay if the curiosity is easily satisfied. You are encouraging yourself to be interested, I promise that eventually you’ll hit on things that then interest you.

Buy candy bars in flavors you haven’t tried and are dubious about. Chips with unholy flavor combos. If it is tasty, share it with a friend. If it is awful, share it with a friend. Put sesame oil in milk to taste, like I did two weeks ago. Because I was curious, because it sounded disgusting but what if it wasn’t, because my friend laughed when I said I would.

I keep a journal, more of a bulleted list collection. At the end of every day I write down things that I liked, or things I accomplished, or a simple pleasant moment. On my worst days I usually can still find something. Often it is “saw a bird” or “tea”. Just to write down anything, anything other than “survived”. I saw a bird today, so there must be something more to life, maybe.

daisies-on-a-cup

Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami //@danielcalmdown//So What's Wrong?, What Love Comes To, by Ruth Stone//dog thoughts, Anna Haifisch (@/anna_haifisch on twitter)//love without witnesses, by s.s. @pendulum-north//Addie Bundren, As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner//eclipse, 2013, @wiktorjackowski//Secondo, Hannibal 3x3//Gift, by Melissa Houpert//Ghismonda with the heart of Guiscardo (Detail), Bernardino Mei//Oculus, Sally Wen Mao