# Life
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windwardrose · 1 day ago
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As far as I can tell there are a few different types of dog, independent of sex or breeds but occasionally correlated - including among others -
eccentric roommate (lives here. does stuff. when you're lucky you know what it is before they do it.)
dubious peasant (generally agreeable but on the verge of plotting revolt if not handled appropriately and regularly)
adorable ward (is Baby, makes up for immaturity with cute looks)
sworn knight (serve you till the end of your days. plz give task. take on quest. affirm is good dog)
confused auntie (wants you to make good life choices, mostly just sits on chairs and judges you)
No Thoughts Just Vibes (average golden retriever in my experience and also borzoi)
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remanence-of-love · 3 days ago
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reasonsforhope · 3 days ago
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Put this down as a weird reason for hope, but I think people really underestimate the utility and value of sometimes fucking things up.
An example: When I was younger, I in some ways majorly fucked up a situation with a friend, when I was trying to be there for him, but I was in over my head. It ended the friendship. But you know what, that fuckup saved so much of my mental health, because that friendship was really manipulative and bad for me, and I needed out.
Sometimes fucking up is the only way out of a bad situation. Sometimes all you can do is hit your limits, and come what may. Mentally, physically, socially, sensorily, fatigue-ily, whatever it may be.
We can't just do it all - and sometimes fucking up is the only way we know where that line is.
Imperfection isn't always a flaw - sometimes it's a feature.
Anyway, try to not be so hard on yourself for your failures. You never know what they might have saved you from.
Sometimes failure is your body's or your self's only way of asserting its needs. So have some extra self-compassion today.
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remanence-of-love · 16 hours ago
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nobeerreviews · 3 days ago
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Night is the mother of thoughts.
-- John Florio
(Bern, Switzerland)
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yodaprod · 3 days ago
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Corner of Kings Highway & W 6th St., Brooklyn NY (1982)
Source: Youtube/Nikkormat Camera
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jamiebluewind · 17 hours ago
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Genuinely what it felt like when I learned how to live with a disability.
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
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wanderlustinwonderland18 · 20 hours ago
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“I hated skating but Tessa walked into my life and that completely changed my course. I remember the first day I saw her… this little girl can skate as fast as me, jump higher than me, two years younger than me… then we started skating together. My cousin and Tessa’s sister were very good friends. They thought it would be cute if we were dating so we dated when we started skating.
In many ways, Tessa and I had such a complex relationship cause we had a connection on the ice and there’s real love in that connection. Now that we’re a little bit older, we’re secure enough to talk about how special this relationship is. We avoided that for many years because we didn’t understand it.”
— Scott Moir (2025)
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remanence-of-love · 2 days ago
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taptogether · 3 days ago
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What really makes us so different?
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Is mechanical life really so much below organic life?
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potato-face09 · 2 days ago
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thoughtcascades · 2 days ago
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I don’t just want attention. I want obsession.
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a--z--u--l · 2 days ago
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Tal vez jamás deberíamos haber coincidido con ciertas personas.
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bnmxfld · 10 hours ago
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You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.
C. JoyBell C.
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mostly-funnytwittertweets · 9 months ago
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