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single & not ready to mingle at ALL. matter of fact, leave me alone, there will be no mingling. it’s self care summer !!!
Sometimes self-care is, actually, NOT getting onto the computer and little treats and watching youtube videos. Sometimes those things are self-care, but sometimes they're also avoidant behaviors.
Sometimes self care is waking up and just. Fucking getting in the car. And driving to the bank. And the store. And buying the cat litter. And changing the cat boxes you've been avoiding because your brains been stuck in a hole. And picking up the trash you've been piling up. And getting a load into the wash. And mowing the lawn before the village council sends you a formal complaint and potential-fines warning.
Like its hard and annoying to do because it sucks. It sucks so much. But if I don't start working on this pile of bullshit I've let build up because it stinks and i was stuck in deer-in-headlights mode, I risk letting it turn into fuckery. I do not have the patience for fuckery that I once - foolishly! - thought I had.
Henri-Jean Guillaume Martin - Sadness (1900)
North by Northwest (1959)
— Elaine Kahn, from “Romance or the End.”
What if I got weirder
Why do we just accept things? “Comfort”
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““Choosing to be kind is not choosing to be passive. It’s choosing to end the cycle of abuse.” - Melissa Grey”
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I've spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others' lives. No matter how I think about it, I can't make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.
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there's a lot of pressure to automatically know who you are, forever. this is impossible. you just woke up this morning, and can't have been in today for longer than 24 hours - so you don't have that much time to figure out who you are today. if it feels comfortable for you to be very into frogs today, i am glad it pleases you to look at frogs. you do not need to prove to me or anyone else how much today's you enjoys frogs. enjoy them, my love.
oh, i love learning who you will be in an hour. i love that you are someone new already, by the end of reading this post. what a wonderful world! together, while i write this and you read this - well, across this space of time, how easily we grow.
stop being so forgiving, people know exactly what the fuck they’re doing
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