untypicalcomfort
untypicalcomfort
comfort? in this house??
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untypicalcomfort · 12 days ago
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lotr version because this meme encompasses my entire being
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untypicalcomfort · 15 days ago
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man life is stresful...
*turns into this*
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untypicalcomfort · 18 days ago
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new(?) fashion lifehack(?):
make an accurate version of you in the sims and dress it up, base game and/or cc, and see what colors work/don't work on you, cuts and designs, etc., etc.
I feel like I've found a cheat code for my future wardrobe
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untypicalcomfort · 1 month ago
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Your boyfriend starts mumbling in Latin in his sleep and it scares the hell out of you but upon translation he’s introducing himself, inquiring on the price of grain, attempting to sell dormice, brainstorming silly Saturnalia gift ideas. In his sleep he somehow becomes a 1st century BC plebeian, of modest means but with a pleasant outlook on mundane life.
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untypicalcomfort · 1 month ago
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Counting, This New Year’s Morning, What Powers Yet Remain To Me — Janes Hirshfield
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untypicalcomfort · 1 month ago
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You know what?
My ancestors would have wanted pasteurization, vaccines, antibiotics, disinfectants, birth control, psychiatric medications, pain management, anesthesia. My ancestors would have wanted to be able to keep their loved ones around longer, and not lose them too early/too soon to childbirths, injuries, bacterial infections, mental illnesses, and diseases that are curable and/or preventable in our modern day life.
Modern medicine saves lives.
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untypicalcomfort · 1 month ago
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“I, too, feel the need to reread the books I have already read,“ a third reader says, “but at every rereading I seem to be reading a new book, for the first time. Is it I who keep changing and seeing new things of which I was not previously aware? Or is reading a construction that assumes form, assembling a great number of variables, and therefore something that cannot be repeated twice according to the same pattern? Every time I seek to relive the emotion of a previous reading, I experience different and unexpected impressions, and do not find again those of before. At certain moments it seems to me that between one reading and the next there is a progression: in the sense, for example, of penetrating further into the spirit of the text, or of increasing my critical detachment. At other moments, on the contrary, I seem to retain the memory of the readings of a single book one next to another, enthusiastic or cold or hostile, scattered in time without a perspective, without a thread that ties them together. The conclusion I have reached is that reading is an operation without object; or that its true object is itself. The book is an accessory aid, or even a pretext.”
— Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler
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untypicalcomfort · 2 months ago
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I don’t want to be bothersome about my thoughts? But I’m really exhausted from keeping my family intact in the turmoil of my stepdad’s alcoholism and narcissism
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untypicalcomfort · 2 months ago
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Folk witch tip #2
Someone did you dirty but you don’t want to get down into the nitty-gritty? Instead of hexing or cursing, bless them.
Bless them to learn their lesson sooner rather than later. Trust me, life lessons hurt.
Ooooor, you can bless the people around them to see their true nature.
You’ll make them pay for sure ✨
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untypicalcomfort · 2 months ago
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@lovesdaya
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untypicalcomfort · 2 months ago
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love elizabeth s.
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untypicalcomfort · 2 months ago
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untypicalcomfort · 2 months ago
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feverish and forsaken. on my second glass of mulled wine. never kill yourself
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untypicalcomfort · 2 months ago
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My body is not a nuisance.
My body does not need to have beauty to be important.
Even if my autoimmune disease doesn’t recognize it as self.
Even when everything hurts.
Even when I can’t think properly.
I still have value as a person, and my body does too.
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untypicalcomfort · 2 months ago
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every time i see someone call kirk and spock the oldest ship, i'm filled with the urge to go "hmm actually the holmes and watson girlies have been here for a hundred years now", and i refrain because i know the natural conclusion of this game is gilgamesh and enkidu
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untypicalcomfort · 3 months ago
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original by me
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untypicalcomfort · 3 months ago
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