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wrap it up covid I wanna be in an interactive science museum

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You are resilient.💙

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If you are mentally fatigued and your day to day life seems meaningless, please try to constantly remind yourself that you are living through a plethora of negative historical events. How you feel is a direct result of that. Be kind to yourself and take it easy. 

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Unlearn it.

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Don’t stare.

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an inside job

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It doesn’t make you unlovable or a horrible person if you don’t have many friends. It can be difficult to meet new people if you’re shy or quiet or have anxiety. It can be difficult to stay in touch with people if you can’t find the time or energy to remain in contact. It can be difficult to make new friends if you struggle to find people you click with or who are interested in the same things as you. None of those things mean you’re unlovable. 

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one of the most fucked up things about the internet is how it has given us so many new ways to self harm that we don’t even realize is self harm. it’s something i’ve seen getting addressed little by little recently, as it’s finally being recognized for what it is.

it’s the kind of addictive behaviour we engage in that doesn’t actually benefit us in any way, such as:

- Reading The Comments

- ruthless discourse that won’t accomplish anything

- checking up on people and topics you shouldn’t

- 90% of body image stuff

- constant stream of devastating news

and so on, and so on!!

there are suddenly far less barriers and boundaries between our hearts and the entire rest of the constant, churning world, and sometimes the only thing holding us back from pointless hurt is our own willpower. that’s not always gonna be enough.

we feel shame for turning off anon, for blocking those who hurt us without giving them a “fair chance” first, for leaving a discussion, for leaving a space, for going offline, for missing out. we keep martyring ourselves, and for what? our hearts are not made for this.

we’re still adapting to whatever internet culture is and does to us. remember to breathe and forgive yourself every once in a while.

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Mr hozier just posted on Twitter that the song In The Woods Somewhere was inspired by a dream he had where he tried to defend some school children from a horse that was attacking them and I can't cope

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note to self:

relapses are not the end of the world and they are part of your recovery. go easy on yourself.

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Exactly.

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This is not for you.

This is a post aimed at me and other people who constantly fall into guilt spirals over all the things they can’t do, and feel they should somehow magically be able to do anyway.

For me, and for the others, this is a gentle reminder:

- Posts asking for monetary donations are speaking to people who have money. Not your broke ass, still worrying how to buy food next month.

- Posts asking you to care about [extreme injustice of the day] are speaking to people who have energy to care. Not you, hanging onto your sanity by the fingernails. 

And, most importantly: posts telling you that you are horrible/cheap/awful/rude/unworthy/unlikable if you don’t pay/reblog/signal boost/care? Those posts can fucking die in a fire.

TL;DR: Posts asking for shit you are not physically or mentally able to give? 

THOSE POSTS ARE NOT FOR YOU. 

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when i say “unfollow me if you support trump” im not saying it ironically. no, seriously, if you support trump then i dont want your disgraceful ass to be in any way associated with my blog. get out.

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I need to hear some good news because it doesn’t seem like there is an ounce of good left in this world.

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your face has been carefully constructed, perfectly arranged. the curve of your hips and slope of your lips, the pull of your eyelids, the slightest dip in your back, they’ve been drawn through generations like a single red string to end up with you. in a way you carry the faces of your ancestors, and that alone—the fact that you are you, the fact that you’re what millions of years have brought forward—makes you worthy of life. you don’t have to be or do anything more, you don’t have to earn your breaths or heartbeats. you’re already meant to be.