#Until it is

[thedomesticanthropologist]

You know why "it's never too late"? Because it isn't, until it is. And once it's too late, you're dead.

It's so easy to get stuck in the daily drudgery of dragging along the could have beens, never happened, and its-too-lates, because the gap between being there and being where you are appears to be a chasm no longer worth crossing.

But it's not /too late/. It will be, though. It will be. And you either need to set it down as something you no longer wish to pursue, or begin to take the steps toward getting there.

Dragging the corpses of every "it's too late" along with you until it really is too late, just makes you a corpse with a lot of baggage.

[callmegaith]

my silly little HC that David kept an eye on Dale for all these years after the events of Birthday just from afar to make sure he hasn't fucked up his life too much.

[imaginalstudio]

Imaginal cells are special groups of cells in caterpillars that hold the blueprint for the adult butterfly. During metamorphosis, these cells, initially seen as foreign by the caterpillar's immune system, become active. They survive by evading the immune response and using the nutrients from the breakdown of larval tissues to grow and form the butterfly's wings, legs, and other structures. Essentially, they transform the caterpillar into something entirely new.

Now, imagine spiritual awakening as a similar process. Individual moments of insight or kenshō are like these imaginal cells in our consciousness. Initially, our ego might resist these insights, much like the caterpillar's immune system does. However, with practices like meditation and supportive environments, these moments can integrate and lead to personal transformation. On a larger scale, awakened individuals act like imaginal cells in society, initially facing resistance but gradually contributing to a collective shift towards greater awareness and empathy. So, just as imaginal cells transform a caterpillar into a butterfly, individual and societal awakenings involve breaking down old patterns to allow new, enlightened ways of being to emerge.

[ritz-writes]

you ever find a song thats SO otp coded that you just have to do laps around ur room to cope with the sudden flood of brainrot thats been forced upon you

[strkamand]

Some days, I’d be fine with Jamie Fraser ridin’ up with a posse of Scots and making good on a curse I accidentally screamed at my kidnappers.

Mood or vibe?

[happilychaengs]

to whoever gives a fuck about my writing 👌

honestly a little rant ahead but the main point is i don't know when i'll write again.

i'm currently transitioning into a new point in my life and writing is honestly on the back burner for me (not to mention the overwhelming writer's block i have) i've kind of been sitting on the idea of actually deactivating, a number of times, but i feel that would be unfair to the people who enjoy? (idk if anyone does) my goofy ass writing and there are some people i'd like to keep in touch with so i will still be here on this app doing whatever but please don't expect to see any writing any time soon. unless i have that spark of inspiration but i'm not sure i'll ever find that again.

[ultraultrarandomstuffhere]

i am so Honest. i have All the Honesyt. can i lie? Yes. will i lie? No. becase i have the Honesty to know that lying abot taxes will get caght.

[whumpdrabbles]

Parasympathetic

Geralt has a funny relationship with his bradycardia.

cw: nothing really crazy, just Gerald's thoughts about his witcher heartrate, both good and bad.

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Ever since the trials Geralt's heart had become his gauge. He felt the change too, even before he could open his eyes after the trials, the first thing that pulled him to conciousness was the slow pulse of his own heart. He was a boy then, and now it beat slower still.

It wasn't the whimpering slow beat of a dying animal either, it was confident and powerful, as if to tell the rest of Geralt's body that they were different now, Geralt had nothing to fear.

Some nights, when he was warm next to a fire, Yen tucked into his chest and his Child Surprise sleeping soundly beyond the walls, he could feel the pulse of each individual chamber in rhythm. His heart rocking him to sleep, knowing he was safe and happy.

The confidence of his heart flowed beyond his veins and into Geralt's mind. No matter the injury, the poison, or fear that might assault him, his heart remained steady, and in turn Geralt could find a deep breath and remind himself of his strength.

His pulse felt like an ever present whisper in his ear, reminding him that things were always going to be okay, so long as his heart still beat.

And that made his glimpses of death all the more frightening.

Geralt felt the panic in his heart first before he knew anything else was wrong. His heart thrumming like a racing horse as the toxins spread through his bloodstream. His heart no longer a comfort but a warning bell of the sepsis infecting him. It was three days before they were sure he would live, and two months before he felt the familiar comfort of his slow beating heart again.

Later, it was the near-final moments of life when his heart slowed to a sluggish crawl as his blood spilled onto the dirt that Geralt appreciated the heart that once supplied his body. Geralt felt his arrogant heart become a quivering child in his chest, felt his heart clawing to life but weak and frail. The squeeze in his stricken chest was the last he felt before the blood-loss gave his mind to the darkness. It would be five days before he felt the pulse again in his body.

Geralt lamented on those conversations with his heart, and felt it pulse again in reassurance. He was okay, his heart was strong and steady now. He could always find comfort in that.

[reidiot]

i mean i hate myself sometimes and there are mornings when i wake up wishing that i didn't, but really it's not that deep because at the end of the day i'm proud of myself for getting that duolingo streak so vivre rire aimer och hej då putas

[morggo]

I Will Not Apologize

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[dragoncarrion]

you tell a bitch to keep their cat indoors and suddenly their town is the first in the world to have eradicated every viral, bacterial and parasitic disease, they invented completely harmless cars, dogs and predators dont exist either but somehow the native songbird population is fine since the cats in this place have lost the hunting instinct, there's no pollutants or toxic plants and human cruelty has ceased to exist. and mr mittens has a chip in his brain that will explode if he doesnt go outside 10 hours of the day

[scribefindegil]

Everyone is so weird about people who cry easily. Fellas, is it evil and manipulative to *checks notes* have an involuntary stress response?

[t00thpasteface]

got told at lunch "you feel like Tumblr Incarnate" and i had to tell them i've been here for 13 years and counting. i was here three years before dashcon happened. i saw the mishapocalypse. i survived the gigapause. i've been here longer than the shoelaces post. i've been here since it was hipsters versus fandom and i played both sides extensively by overdoing the sepia filters on everything and making my own flashing galaxy gif edits for my fandom posts. i'm every tumblr. it's all in me

[caleohateclub]

new reason to stay alive: outlive the trump presidency. In fact, outlive Trump. He isn’t immortal. We can live to see the day he's guaranteed to never be in office ever again and we can make sure he knows that he'll never have enough power to kill you

stay strong, friends, this isn't your fault

[sillyguy-supreme]

white americans when you tell them that the idea of climate change as an impending disaster is a reductive first world perspective because it’s a tangible reality for many in the global south already: