Fai_Ryy
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occasionally subtle
Today's Document
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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shark vs the universe
Andulka
Cosmic Funnies
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DEAR READER
Product Placement
PR's Tumblrdome
trying on a metaphor
wallacepolsom
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Show & Tell
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@simplysitz
the bad thing about having unhealthy habits due to mental illness, is when you DO do something healthy style you can't brag about about it because then people will then know you've been doing it yucky style all along. Like you can't brag you changed your sheets or brushed your teeth because then ppl will be like oh did you not brush your teeth regularly before? Thats yucky disgusting! So you just gotta keep it to yourself. And be proud alone, I suppose.
a healthy relationship is two people willing to walk the extra mile but meeting in the middle
“Above all else, be in wonder. Be in awe of nature, existence, good vibes, long walks on the beach, good stress, relaxation, and finding your destined lover. Be delighted in everything that you are in harmony with: The sun and the flowers, the ocean and the waves, the sky and the birds and the air and the stars and the you who deserves to find all the amazement and beauty that this world could ever offer. Be in love with the everythingness of everything and how we give thanks and show appreciation for all the things that have been given to us in this rather brief short period we have on this planet is what’s keeping us all together. We are the children of possibility, and gratitude is our mother.”
— juansen dizon, Gratitude is our mother
“and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.”
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why I left
w.j.
when he left me i was devastated. i remember thinking “i have all this love for him that he doesn’t want anymore, what am i going to do with it now?” silly me, it never even occurred to me to invest it all into myself. so for that i’m glad that he left, i never would have chosen myself if he’d stayed.
you didn’t want my love, so i gave it to myself.
There are a lot of people out there who can change your life, and some who will actually get the chance to. And there are a lot of people who’s lives you will make better and a lot of people who you’ll hurt. There are people out there right now who have no idea who you are but five years from now will be saying they can’t imagine their life without you. There are people out there who have never heard your name before who will one day be saying “I’m so glad I met you.” Think about that next time you feel like you can’t go on or that you don’t matter. Because the truth is you do, and you will.
“When measuring our home galaxy, scientists note it is hard to distinguish where we begin and end. Out there, numbers don’t work like how we know them to. Beyond our solar neighborhood, the stars bleed into each other, the ancient dust drifts. In some ways, I’m not scared of dying. When all the lights go out. Maybe city by city or all at once. The blank canvas of sky is painted black again and the world is a whisper. The universe will shake a cold chill off of her chest. I know I have loved and it was beautiful. I have laughed and it meant something. It is hard to determine where we begin and end. There is a part within me as well, that is unextractable. Red wine on white sheets. A stain on forever. I will miss this, the touch and warmth and sigh of this body. The sweetness of another’s. But I know no death is lonely. Existence doesn’t work like how we know it to. I will see you on the banks of the Milky Way.”
— Schuyler Peck, Finding Comfort At The End Of It All
they called her “the brightest witch of her age” and she believed them not realizing she was so much more than just books and cleverness
the boy called her a “nightmare” and she believed him not realizing that men often despised a women who refuses to lower her voice for anyone unwilling to hear her who knows that her greatest weapon isn’t the wand she wields but the thoughts she thinks and the words that pour from her lips unapologetically and unsteady
the man called her a “stupid girl” an “insufferable know-it-all” a “show off” and she almost believed him until she remembered that flecks of gold sparkled in her blood and that there is nothing braver than not allowing yourself to be torn down by a coward
(cc, 2019)
“Where can I find an unyielding soul of myriad wounds like my own,”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by P. A. Bien, from “Report To Greco,” publ. c. 1961
i hope that you become filled with so much happiness that it heals every part of you
I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way I’ve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.
