Nothing Makes Sense

Just a space for a emotional brain dump of a slowly decaying dude

[dreamerinthesun]

I always thought loving people more than they love you it's weakness. But then I realised it's not. The fact I keep loving and falling in love over and over again means I'm strong enough to take it all into my heart and choose happiness over sorrow.

- falling in love makes me happy

[what-iz-life]

The older you get, the more you choose calm over chaos and distance over disrespect. Drama becomes intolerable to you and your peace becomes your ultimate priority. You start surrounding yourself with people who are good for your mental health, heart and soul.

[what-iz-life]

Normalize not forcing people to choose you. If they think they can find better elsewhere – let them. Respectfully.

[what-iz-life]

Maturity is healing and unlearning your own toxic patterns, so you don't unconsciously pass your pain onto people who didn't hurt you.

[what-iz-life]

Never beg anyone for anything, not time, not attention, not love – nothing. If it's always one-sided and it doesn't flow that's your sign to let it go.

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

Never stop being a good person because of bad people.

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[c0ffinbunnii]

[forfuckssakejim]

Yeah quiet quitting is great and all but have you tried chaotic working?

Like. I remember back in my grocery store cashier days I did so much crazy shit.

When WIC (Women, infants, and children voucher program to help low income mothers/families with children) people were in my line I would pretty much know who they were. Before the cards they had to tell us upfront they were WIC and show us their vouchers for what they were allowed to get (it was awful some times. Like. 2 gallons of milk. $4 worth of vegetables etc etc). They’d always have items hanging back, waiting to see what the total was and if they would have to take it off the belt.

I began to place the fruits/vegetables a certain way on the register scale so that like 1/2lbs of grapes read as like .28lbs or something. Then act shocked when I said that they still had X amount of lbs left. They got all their fruit and vegetables.

I think it started to kinda? Catch on to the women? Because I would have the same moms in my line month after month. And even after they switched to the cards (they worked like food stamp cards?) I’d still do the same thing. They were able to get more produce for whatever shitty max amount Indiana gave them.

Anyways. Be chaotic. It’s more fun that way.

[deetziegler-deactivated20240423]

IM SO FUCKING EXAUSTED OF BEING MYSELF

[what-iz-life]

Be so fucking proud of yourself for passing the hardest moments alone while everyone believed you were fine.

[vaulthuntingpsycho]

Absolutely head over heels for this woman

[thomastanker02]

We must hurt in order to grow, fail in order to know, and lose in order to gain. Because some lessons in life, are best learned through pain.

Quoted taken from the Positive Quotes Daily app❤️

@cosmicfunnies @babyimlosingit @myrainydayloves @betasuppe @nyaowow @princesstadashi

[charminglyantiquated]

First: once you know something’s name you have power over it. This is an old, old rule. Be careful giving out your name, because if it can be given it can be taken, and you along with it.

Second: the fae love beautiful things, and they will steal what they love. Sometimes it is to keep the object of their affection pristine and unaging, unravaged by time; sometimes it is just for the sake of having it. (They don’t love in the same way we do.)

Third: a changeling is a replica created to hide a theft. Sometimes it is a fae creature fully alive and wearing a stolen face. Sometimes it is simply a bundle of branches wrapped in magic, meant to die a wasting death and leave mourners who never suspect the truth.

Last: our city was beautiful. It was known far and wide, and because of that had names spoken in many different tongues. But it was not so hard to gather them all, in the end.

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I only want this with you.

[strangelittlestories]

After shoving Hansel in the oven, the witch turns to Gretel - who is currently fending the witch off with a gingerbread chair - and says:

“I can’t believe you thought a trail of breadcrumbs would save you. I mean, honestly, this is a forest! It’s full of animals. Honestly, the very idea that a dumb shit like you thought you could get the better of me is absurd.”

Gretel hits her in the face with said chair. To be fair to the witch, she takes the chairshot like a champ.

“Ow!”

“Did you know,” says Gretel, “that crows are capable of facial recognition?”

“Eh?” Says the witch, clambering to her feet and pulling a candy cane sledgehammer off the wall. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Not only that,” Gretel continues, “but they can remember both friends and enemies. And they’ll often follow people they remember as friends.”

The two fence with their sugared weapons for a moment, before the witch knocks the chair out of Gretel’s hands.

“Enough with the bird facts! Honestly, this whole attempted escape has been utter clownshoes. Get in the fucking oven!”

She seizes Gretel by the collar. Gretel immediately sandbags, letting her whole body go limp. This eminently practical defense forces the witch to try and deadlift her. Which is hard, as the witch often skips leg day.

“For example,” Gretel says, as the witch struggles and grunts, “if you feed crows a lot of breadcrumbs, they’ll probably start to see you as a friend and follow you in the hope of more food.”

The witch stops. Outside, she hears the thunder of wings.

“They’ll even bring you shiny things they find as presents!” Says Gretel, as a corner of the gingerbread ceiling is suddenly cut away by a large crow with a knife in its mouth.

“Oh shitballs.” Says the witch, as the crows descend. “I hope you know this is a great unkindness.”

“Technically,” Says Gretel, “It’s a murder.”

[perfectfeelings]

“Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.”

— Pierce Brown, Golden Son

[sosuperawesome]

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