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girl what the fuck was that. i had a heart attack. i lost hope in love. they really made us wait till the last FIVE MINUTES to make it happen.

#young royals #simon <3 #FELICE AND WILLE SUPERMACY. MY BESTFRIENDS I LOVE #he doesn't want to be a king he just wants to be a boy #a boy and in love

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2023 AWARD FOR INNOVATION AND EXCELLENCE IN THEIR FIELD

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hyena, for being the first kity to ever be pupy.

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i am just scared

i am sad

underneath all the things you think are nice and interesting

i am a deeply sad person

it's what it all boils down to and i am terrified of you knowing that 

because i truly believe at my core i am just miserable and i know i try hard to keep it where it is

to not displace any of the grief so as to make it known and seen

i slip up and i can spiral 

and it's too much

and the thing is if i really truly love someone i would never want to put them through the torment of knowing me

so then for me the act of loving

becomes the act of freeing

from myself

whoever i think deserves better

it's like im waiting for when you'll figure out I'm not worth it

and toxic and impossible to make happy

and impossibly sad to live with

i would hate not to be loved but i would hate even more to be known and then unloved because what you loved was a false ideal and who i truly am could never be what you wanted

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“Get a rat and put it in a cage and give it two water bottles. One is just water, and one is water laced with either heroin or cocaine. If you do that, the rat will almost always prefer the drugged water and almost always kill itself very quickly, right, within a couple of weeks. So there you go. It’s our theory of addiction. Bruce comes along in the ’70s and said, “Well, hang on a minute. We’re putting the rat in an empty cage. It’s got nothing to do. Let’s try this a little bit differently.” So Bruce built Rat Park, and Rat Park is like heaven for rats. Everything your rat about town could want, it’s got in Rat Park. It’s got lovely food. It’s got sex. It’s got loads of other rats to be friends with. It’s got loads of colored balls. Everything your rat could want. And they’ve got both the water bottles. They’ve got the drugged water and the normal water. But here’s the fascinating thing. In Rat Park, they don’t like the drugged water. They hardly use any of it. None of them ever overdose. None of them ever use in a way that looks like compulsion or addiction. There’s a really interesting human example I’ll tell you about in a minute, but what Bruce says is that shows that both the right-wing and left-wing theories of addiction are wrong. So the right-wing theory is it’s a moral failing, you’re a hedonist, you party too hard. The left-wing theory is it takes you over, your brain is hijacked. Bruce says it’s not your morality, it’s not your brain; it’s your cage. Addiction is largely an adaptation to your environment. […] We’ve created a society where significant numbers of our fellow citizens cannot bear to be present in their lives without being drugged, right? We’ve created a hyperconsumerist, hyperindividualist, isolated world that is, for a lot of people, much more like that first cage than it is like the bonded, connected cages that we need. The opposite of addiction is not sobriety. The opposite of addiction is connection. And our whole society, the engine of our society, is geared towards making us connect with things. If you are not a good consumer capitalist citizen, if you’re spending your time bonding with the people around you and not buying stuff—in fact, we are trained from a very young age to focus our hopes and our dreams and our ambitions on things we can buy and consume. And drug addiction is really a subset of that.”

—

Johann Hari,

Does Capitalism Drive Drug Addiction?

(via bigfatsun)

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im sleeping all day and listening to soft songs about falling in love, singing along till my throat is dry and then i drink something warm and paint and go for walks when the rain has just stopped and the wind is still cold. i feed my cat by hand and i think maybe this really is what life is supposed to be like. maybe I'll bake a cake tomorrow. and decorate it with fresh fruit. maybe I'll wear my favorite lipstick and go on a grocery run and get a little treat for someone i love and watch it light up their face. and it's not lazy. and there's no need to rush things. i think when life flows gently it makes you softer. i wish you all things soft my friend. i wish the loveliest orange in your sunsets and the perfect sweetness in your tea. i wish your heart grows fonder. i wish a joy so heavy it makes you lighter. i wish kindness and mercy. radiance and warmth. in the hearth of your home. in the walls of your heart.

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the manager at this McDonald's is sooooo fine. im like giggling skipping tiptoeing around fighting the urge to ask for his number.

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for some reason unbeknownst to myself i experience deep poetic epiphanies everytime i get cut. not hurt but cut specifically. if there's blood coming out of some graze wound you bet your ass a poem about deep seated childhood trauma isn't too far away

#open the floodgates i guess

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(Across the Spider-Verse spoiler)

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Mf ain’t done nothing wrong, he’s just a silly goose

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i think I've accidentally trained myself to be able to answer critical/analytical questions during in person exams because i do all my assignments in the two hour window before the submission which is about the same time limit as an exam.

#just bullshit your way through the paper i swear it works #i need to fail in order to see the fault in my ways but unfortunately i never have

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Mio Hashimoto ( contemporary Japanese sculptor, b. 1980)

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can't believe I'm crying over fucking wonderwall.

#this happened with no surprises too but that was less embarrassing to acknowledge #it's all your fault zella day

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started using a new perfume and it's making me wish i could fuck myself like if i smelled this on someone else i genuinely believe I'd swoon right there.

#im using the word swoon it's that bad that's how bad it is #im so lightheaded they put meth in this or something

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[Image ID: The poem “One Source of Bad Information”, by Robert Bly.  There’s a boy in you about three years old who hasn’t learned a thing for thirty Thousand Years. Sometime it’s a girl.  The child had to make up its mind How to save you from death. He said things like:  “Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk.”  You live with this child, but you don’t know it.  You’re in the office, yes, but live with this boy  At night. He’s uninformed, but he does want To save your life. And he has. Because of this boy  You survived a lot. He’s got six big ideas.  Five don’t work. Right now he’s repeating them to you. 

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