#humanity is beautiful

[fordtato]

I genuinely, unironically, love following accounts that I've followed so long that they've become something completely alien to me. I love that I sometimes don't even recognize who they used to be, but I've watched someone else grow into themselves, into a version of themselves that you could trace through time.

I love you, mutual who now posts character analysis of characters I still haven't met, but that make me want to check out a new show. I love you, artist who once drew fanart of a character I loved, but who now is really into mushroom foraging content, and I love the adventures you take through the woods. I love you, person who now posts almost exclusively Optimus Prime mpreg content. I love you, account who I believe once posted about orchestra and now cooks baking videos. I'm learning so much about bread!

[internetgiraffekid1673]

I have a question for everyone. Does anyone else just find the human face inherently pretty? Like, I have never met someone that I thought was ugly. I've met some people who were more or less conventionally attractive or had a more or less immediately pleasing face than others, but I've never met someone that I wouldn't describe as pretty. IDK guys, I just think humanity and human faces in all their variation and entirety are really really nice to look at. Is this just me? Anyone else feel this? Does me being aroace have anything to do with this? Seriously, I've never met another person in any capacity who just thought that all human faces were inherently pretty. I need to know if this is just a me thing or not!

[ellilyre]

I open the Iliad and read about Hector and Ajax throwing big rocks at men

I open Instagram and see videos of guys throwing big rocks in the water

I believe this is the true meaning of boys will be boys

[sillybillybillysilly]

I think that the reason that humans are so obsessed with the idea of humanoids, from ancient folklore to brand new fantasy books, is because we're lonely. We weren't always the only humans. They've got to be there somewhere, right? But they're not. And so we make magical tales.

[drakonovisny]

lovely message from the public bathroom <3

[goldenspirits]

something they don't tell you about adulthood is how you'll run errands and the person on the other side of the counter will be the same age as you and you'll feel an innate sense of kinship but you can't help but wonder how different your lives were up until this point

i think these moments are the same kind of angel as the girl you'll meet at an hotel when you were 7, never to be seen again

Liminal.

Ephemeral.

[cyarskaren52]

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A TikToker by the name of hustlanani, who identified as a DC college student named Sanai, has raised over $150,000 after helping a homeless man with prostate cancer in a video that's gone viral.

In the video, Sanai said she was vlogging her trip to the grocery store when a homeless man asked if she could buy him tea. She noted that the man didn't ask for money, so she offered for him to join her on her grocery store trip. During their walk, the man revealed that he needed his medication refilled for the pain he was experiencing. The college student took the man to multiple pharmacies to have his prescription filled and made a stop at Starbucks for tea.

When the man told her that he stayed at a church, Sanai decided to check him into a hotel room for a night. The TikTok video of Sanai helping the homeless man, who has been identified as Alonzo, garnered over 12 million views. Social media users praised the college student for how she helped the man. As of Thursday (February 1), Sanai raised over $150,000 that she plans to use to "make sure he has a place to live, new clothes, shoes, a bank account, doctor's appointments, a phone, etc," she wrote on GoFundMe. Sanai said she plans to document the rest of their journey on her TikTok.

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[TikTok: hustlanani]

[oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin]

I’m sitting alone in my room with my windows open, and on the path outside I hear a woman play screaming “AHHHH!” I see, through the holes in bushes, her child giggles and chases after her. A man, the father I suspect, speaks in Spanish. I don’t understand but I hear the joy in his voice. I laugh with them, although they can’t hear me.

[trobedgirldads]

once someone reblogged one of my cooliver posts with a tag that was like ‘idk who these characters are but moot reblogged it so it must be true’ and it makes me so happy every time i think about it

[chilli-talks-a-lot]

my faith in humanity is unshaken and unwavering. my faith in humanity does not need to be restored. it's similar to the reason why I would never kill myself. i can't generalize all of humanity based on its negative parts. disregarding all of the beautiful things done by amazing individuals is just impossible. if i died, sure, nothing bad would ever happen to me again. but i would never be able to see the sunset.

[brawley1492]

FAMILY

A delightful and charming gift from God and Nature

to Humanity ... William

[qu1nntastrophy]

So I work overnights at a hotel. This is the second job I’ve worked overnights at. I like it a lot.

We have kitchen staff that come in and make breakfast. And they (it is either one woman, or a different woman and a man) are always so kind to me.

I took Spanish in high school but didn’t retain as much as I would have liked to. But my wonderfully kind coworkers are very patient with me as I stumble my way through words that I half remember, wait patiently as I sometimes have to count aloud and on my fingers to make sure I tell them the correct number of guests we have so they make the right amount of food for breakfast. And despite the fact that we usually have the same short conversation every time we meet, I am always asked,

“¿Como estas?” (How are you?)

And I will usually answer, “Bien. ¿Y tu?” (Good. And you?)

But sometimes I will be tired and say, “ah, un poco sueño. ¿Como estas?” (Ah, a little sleepy. How are you?)

And the warmth I get in return on those tired mornings is so tender. Despite the fact that we speak different languages, we connect. When I end up passing through and just move with the music, my coworkers will smile and laugh and because I always will nod when asked, “¿te gusta música?” (Do you like [the] music?)

And while I don’t have the right words to tell them that the songs they listen to make me feel more vibrant and alive, they can tell that it perks me up. And they care about me in the way that humans always will care for one another. And that is beautiful.

And while I do sometimes feel awkward because I cannot use the words to say what I wish to convey, they know that I am try my best. And the warmth, kindness and gratitude they show me has me feel like a very tall puppy sometimes. I’m learning and growing and so are you.

Be kind to yourself and those around you. Speak words of love and act in ways to enrich everyone.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

YOU GUYS! Storytime, RIGHT NOW!

Okay, SO! My asshole brother Sandwhich God is also super talented and kind of cool and does black smithing and some wood carving. He has a little homemade forge on our back porch, and he's made a lot of very cool stuff.

Now. Because it is winter, it gets dark early while he's still outside working. We have a back porch light, but the placement and the brightness of the bulb make it so it shines directly into the neighbors back windows. They politely asked if we could do something about that, so my dad and my brother politely made some adjustments to fix it. Everything went great, problem solved.

Well. Our neighbors are very nice and attempted to give us a thank you gift over it yesterday. What was this gift you might ask? A bottle of liquor. I wasn't there, so I don't know what type, but according to Sandwhich God, it was something nice.

Why is this significant? We're a family of mormons. We don't drink alcohol. So, Sandwhich God politely thanked them for the gift and told them "we don't drink alcohol here." But that's not the funny part.

The funny part is their response to this information. They said: "You don't? But we hear you crushing cans out here all the time!"

. . .They're correct. We do crush cans all the time. All of it is soda-water. Like, Bubbly and La Croix and Waterloo. That stuff. My mom and my brother both drink it religiously, since they don't like the taste of water.

This was just so funny to me because never in a million years had I considered that someone would think we're a family of drinkers. Like, from the outside perspective it makes perfect sense. We're all adults, and I'm the only one underage (not that they know anyone's exact age). When there are 5 of us, it makes reasonable sense that we could go through that much beer. And if you're a normal non-religious American who drinks alcohol, why on Earth would you think those cans we crush all the time is soda-water? That stuff is nasty! Who drinks that?

But if you know any of us even a little bit, you could VERY easily tell that we don't drink. It's just an idea that is so divorced from reality and anything that I would have come up with from my unique perspective that it's funny.

My dad now wants to get them wine and bread as a christmas or thanksgiving gift.

Anyway, remember to take joy in the little unique quirks of every person's experience and marvel at what rich inner lives every person you meet is living.

[effeminatenightmare]

Here are a few GoFundMe's from various people who I've been in touch with that are linked in the comments below. If you can donate, share this post to spread to word, do anything at all. Much would be appreciated. They all would be grateful of your support. Actions speak louder than words.

[nemesis-dreamer]

The way people write love is sometimes confusing to me.

"Give it back?

What? Give what back?

My heart"

There’s something about love being written like this that sometimes is just. Puzzling.

Yes love is violence, but sometimes I want to see the tenderness instead of THE SAME LINES OVER AND OVER.

Love is also violent tenderness.

I remember when I was in love, I wrote: “you’ve ensnared me so throughly that I’ve been cracked open and laid bare every time my pen touches paper to attempt to illustrate it. You’ve taken something of me, part of you has enmeshed so deeply into me, is this love? To take something of each other, to inherit these small pieces that make us whole?

I hope that something of me has found its way to you, braided and woven in your tapestry”

And like. Isn’t it beautiful? That to be human is to take into ourselves, others? That we are a collection of fragments of others? To be human is also to be made more whole by knowing others. To be human is to love.

And I don’t mean romantic love. Romantic love this, romantic love that. Love. Love of family, love of friends, love of the strangers you see for a moment, love of media, love of the sky, love of the tender blades of grass beneath us. To be human is to love and to love is actively interact upon this earth.

Love is violence and too, is it tenderness. Too, it is becoming part of the world.