Instead of wondering if you’re smart or not, maybe we should just ask ourselves if we have learned something in our life and if we will continue to learn stuff.
Tinker bell is an engineer
I picked out, ordered, and wrapped this gift. I don’t care how much money you put towards it, my name is first on the from list cause I am first author.
i was worried my cat is dehydrated because i never see him drink water so i’ve started leaving a cup of water that’s “mine” (aka he sees me drink out of it once before he does) in my room so he thinks he is being a rebellious naughty by drinking out of it but rlly he is just following my plan & being hydrated .
Everyone has trauma, so be kind even when you don’t see a reason to.
I wonder how the prevalence of revolution stories in our (United States) literature and media (hunger games, divergent, etc.) has introduced the idea that revolution is the first thing to do when a system is broken. How has that idea convinced people that rioting may be the correct thing to do (Capitol riot, George Floyd riots, etc.)?
Does anyone else ever feel this pervasive feeling of wrongness? Like not depressed (at the moment) but just that you are wrong in some weird mental sense.
If you are stuck,
Take a step back
Take a breath
Clear the board
And start again
I hope everyone gets the chance to know the peace of being called sweetie, baby, or another southern endearment by a Waffle House server.
Your greatest accomplishment is the work you’ve done on yourself to get you where you are. You have spent more time and energy on yourself than on anything else and it is important and it is a huge accomplishment even if you are never truly done.
Had a wonderful interaction with a Jimmy John’s deliver guy. Was sitting in my car in a parking lot when a Jimmy John’s delivery guy walked in front of my car. He pointed to the front of my car, looked up, and gave me a thumbs up. It took me a second to realize, but my front plate has a picture of the triforce.
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and icarus said to aphrodite- so this is what i'm for. you have a distant awareness that the day you fall is the day you change. change is so very difficult, isn't it? watching everyone leave? you want the light so desperately, but you fear it. one day it will come for you. one day you will stop mourning the future and start mourning the present, and it will be peaceful.
take my quiz if you want to feel sad about yourself
there are ten results, all colours, and no pop culture questions whatsoever.
Things are hard right now. If something you know will make you feel better (AKA cleaning my room) but the idea of doing it exhausts you and/or makes you anxious and depressed, break it down (AKA get all the trash out of my room). Be kind to yourselves.
i want to be so kind it echoes backwards in time and undoes the things that hurt you. i want to be so kind it radiates from me. i want to be so kind that i make someone else find faith in humanity again. there’s not much i can do, i’m small and weak and i only know so many words. but i know i can be kind. and sometimes, i believe, that changes the world.
Ppl be like “ I want an actual male gem, not just Steven.”
Jeez, it’s like having only one character
to represent your whole gender
in a group composed all of another gender
is a bit upsetting huh?
Jesus (God) can be my rock, but they have to be able to shake
Coding is like a digital Rube Goldberg machine
You have to be willing to let other people be vulnerable to you to get to know them.
So apparently it should only take you 30 minutes to fall asleep not 1-2 hours
Ever get so anxious, tired, depressed, stressed and just bad feelings in general that it seems to make you completely numb?
It’s absolutely valid to spend time questioning your identity and decide that you aren’t LQTBQ.
Be unapologetically you. Sing in your car, dance in the grocery store, jump off the sidewalk. Do the things that make you happy.
When I can’t go to sleep because I’m thinking of things I need to do and my anxiety is too loud, I just tell myself that either I get up now and do something about it or I stop worrying about it. About 80% of the time, it works to help me fall asleep.
An explanation and an excuse are not the same. You don’t have to forgive someone for either of them as well.
Spite is a valid motivator
Sometimes all you can do is breath
Economists are the modern Cassandra
There was a girl sitting on the bench
Her hair fell into her face
And covered her eyes
everyone who sat next to her asked her why
Why she let her hair mask her beauty
She answered simply
“You would drown in my eyes”
They laughed and asked her to show her face
“no” she replied every time
They taunted her, and grabbed her hair
She had long since stopped trying to stop them
When her eyes were uncovered
They stopped laughing
Her eyes held oceans beyond comprehension
Her left held a furious image
of the waters revolting
Her right held a serene scene
of the waters relaxing
They all ran before they drowned in her eyes
I watched this happen time after time
One day I sat beside her
I did not ask her to move her hair
“Why are you silent”
“I only want company”
I sat next to her everyday
We spoke of many things
But I never asked her to move her hair
And she never asked me to move mine
I sat beside her, but she looked different
Her hair was pulled back
“You won’t drown. I won’t let you”
All I did was move my own hair back
And let my night skies mix with her oceans
When you lose someone,
Sometimes you’ll cry
Sometimes you just sit there devestated
Sometimes you are so far detached you can’t think
Sometimes your numb
And never for one second think that your response isn’t enough, because pop culture doesn’t get to tell you how you should respond to grief. You loved them and they are gone. No matter how you respond, it is enough.