#you are the light

[spiritualseeker777]

[euesworld]

"Good morning, you are the light.. the beautiful light. You treat me right, the love of my life.."

Good morning, bring me some coffee and I will love you until time ends - eUë

[coralgreenroses]

Just a reminder, if you see this.

The wound is where the light gets in.

The wound is where it starts the healing process.

You are the light.

Don't be afraid of your scars.

Show them off proudly.

For me, it is not ugly, it is proof you are stronger than the battle you fought.

You can always win. You can still win. As long as you are breathing, you have hope ".

[filigreeann]

"You have so much light, the plants grow towards you."

-Unknown

[babygirlwolverine]

happy birthday love!!!! 💖💖💖💖 i hope it was a most wonderful day for you. thank you for always being a bright sparkling light in the fandom😘😘

jenn ajdlajlakskska omg hiiii ilysm thank you sweetheart!!! 💝💝💝💝 I truly have had the most magical and special birthday and I just feel so loved and cherished and it’s been such a treat!! thank you thank you thank you for always being a ray of sunshine and a Diamond and just being the kindest and sweetest!! crying and shaking over you calling me a bright sparkling light in the fandom!! ily!!! 😘🥰❤️💋💜

[life-is-a-foreign-language]

Watch "HANYU YUZURU -『天と地のレクイエム』2023.3.11" on YouTube

I'm in tears, so emotional, the obvious pain and suffering and then the hopeful light at the end.

I've been thinking about this program ever since you announced Notte Stallata. For me this is like the twin program of Notte Stallata, they are like the two sides of the same coin, both in memory of the loss and tragedy that occurred 12 years ago and one can feel deeply how you poured your soul and heart into them. 💕💕 Thank you Yuzu you are a true artist.

[louisegluckpdf]

they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[badolmen]

People against piracy fail to realize that no, I can’t just ‘buy it.’ They stopped making DVDs and Blu-Rays. They��re barely offering digital copies for download. I am not spending money I could use for food or bills to pay for a subscription service just so I can always have access to a beloved piece of media. Especially not when the service will remove media on a whim without concern for how the loss of access to that piece will make its artistic conservation nigh impossible.

For example, I recently learned that Disney+ had an original film called Crater. It’s scifi, family friendly, and seems cool - I would love to buy it as a holiday gift for my little brother! But: it’s exclusive to D+ and THEY REMOVED IT LITERALLY MONTHS AFTER ITS RELEASE.

The ONLY way I can directly access this film is through piracy. The ONLY available ‘copies’ of this film are hosted on piracy websites. Disney will NEVER release it in theaters, or as something to buy, and it may NEVER return to the streaming service. It will be LOST because we aren’t allowed to purchase it for personal viewing. If I can’t pay to own it, I won’t pay for the privilege of losing it when corporate decides to put it in a vault.

So yes, I’m going to pirate and support piracy.

Edit: if you are able, use $5 you would otherwise use for a streaming subscription to donate to a GazaFunds campaign.

[monstermonger]

Happy spooky season from your friendly neighborhood fire-lizard :D

[spiritualseeker777]

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[mcworm]

JUST SAW A FED-EX DRIVER JUMP OUR OF HIS TRUCK AT A REDLIGHT AND RUN UP TO A SECOND FED-EX TRUCK (THREE CARS AHEAD) AND THE GUY LEANED OUT AND THEY JUST KISSED ON THE LIPS? HELLO?

[wedarkacademia]

- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)