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Ohhh [fictional character with worse mental health than me] save meeeee from this cruel world.

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Ohhh [fictional character with worse mental health than me] save meeeee from this cruel world.

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not to be a nerd but it’s so crazy how he (Bernini) really did that from cold hard stone……. truly a spectacle, truly breathtaking, an honor to behold

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writing is just sitting in front of a computer and making up problems for imaginary people while ignoring your own. fun and casual hobby.

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"Jesus was Palestinian"

Seen in Phoenix, Arizona

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tbh the first step in unlearning shame for yourself is learning how to extend dignity to other people at all times. you need to hold the same standards for everyone. you're not going to be able to convince yourself that you deserve that accommodation if you don't believe everybody is deserving of it

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snoopy of the day

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the weight of all the things you (haven't) done.

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*retaining nothing you just said* got it

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shout out to music. sound is crazy

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― Ovid, Metamorphoses

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Trans people have always existed.

Digital illustration of a punk looking goose running with a trans flag. Text reads, ‘a world without trans people has never existed! (And never will!)”

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there are things i wanna be that i already was

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Volodymyrska Street by Kateryna Raskina, 1960s

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SO much about doing well is just not even giving your brain the time to sabotage you. Like deciding to just get started on a task before your brain could conjure up thoughts like “but there’s always tomorrow” “ruminate on this pointless thing instead” like sometimes you genuinely just have to put pen to paper and do

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my mom says she’s not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go. my dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face light up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. he’s just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him “i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!” he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘c’mere’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that’s really beautiful.