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coelacanth my truest friend <3

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But there’s something else I want to suggest here, and it’s to stop thinking about time entirely. Or, at least, to stop thinking about time as something consistent. We all know that time can be stretchy or compressed—we’ve experienced hours that plodded along interminably and those that whisked by in a few breaths. We’ve had days in which we got so much done we surprised ourselves and days where we got into a staring contest with the to-do list and the to-do list didn’t blink. And we’ve also had days that left us puddled on the floor and days that left us pumped up, practically leaping out of our chairs. What differentiates these experiences isn’t the number of hours in the day but the energy we get from the work. Energy makes time.

Here’s a concrete example, and perhaps a familiar one: someone is so busy with work and caretaking that they don’t make time for their art. At the end of the day they’re too tired to write or paint or make music or whathaveyou. So they don’t. Days, then weeks go by. They are more and more tired. They are getting less and less done. They take a mental health day and catch up on sleep but the exhaustion persists. Their overwhelm grows larger, becomes intolerable. The usual tactics don’t work. The catapult trundles closer.

Then one day they say fuck it all. They eat leftover pasta over the sink, drop mom off at her mahjongg game, and go sit in the park to draw. They draw for hours, until the sun goes down and they’re squinting under the street lights. And, lo and behold, the next day they plow through all those lingering to-dos. They see clearly that half of them were unnecessary when before they all seemed critical. They recognize a few others as things better handed off to their peers. They suddenly find time for attending to that one project they’d been procrastinating on for weeks. They sleep better. Their skin looks great. (Okay I might be exaggerating on that last one, but only mildly.)

It turns out, not doing their art was costing them time, was draining it away, little by little, like a slow but steady leak. They had assumed, wrongly, that there wasn’t enough time in the day to do their art, because they assumed (because we’re conditioned to assume) that every thing we do costs time. But that math doesn’t take energy into account, doesn’t grok that doing things that energize you gives you time back. By doing their art, a whole lot of time suddenly returned. Their art didn’t need more time; their time needed their art.

I’m using art here, because in my experience, most people have something shaped like that in their lives—some thing that when neglected siphons time and energy away but when attended to delivers it in droves. But you can substitute art for whatever activity or habit leaves you more energized, gives you that time back: puzzle night with your BFFs, organizing your colleagues, working a shift at the community garden, baking cookies for the block party, going to the woods, touching grass and all that.

The question to ask with all those things isn’t, “how do I make time for this?” The answer to that question always disappoints, because that view of time has it forever speeding away from you. The better question is, how does doing what I need make time for everything else?

Energy makes time, Mandy Brown

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I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

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anyone else feeling unmoored & untethered in the big lake of life btw

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when will i receive a text like this...

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don't skip - please reblog.

another friend of mine, raghad, (@raghadayyad) is in need of our help to survive the winter in gaza and ultimately, evacuate. she's fundraising on behalf of her entire family.

she shouldn't have to appeal to us for our sympathy and for her life to be worth saving, but here is a little bit about her:

she is just 19 years old - younger than my own sister. i can't imagine the pressure she is under living in gaza right now, not to mention at her age. she should be enjoying her university years - but she can't.

before the war, she had a bright future ahead of her as a pharmacy student. her education was taken away from her, as well as her 3 younger siblings' education.

her father is in desperate need of medication to treat his paralysis - something which simply is near impossible to find in gaza.

unfortunately, ragha's campaign is progressing extremely slowly (only $1,898 out of $20,000 raised as of 11/29/24). she's only received $45 altogether in the last 4 days.

let's get her to a short-term goal of $2,500. i urge anyone who sees this to please reblog and donate what they can. anything helps. please help her family rebuild their life so they can live without the constant fear of death and destruction, and so she and her siblings can all continue their education.

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before spotify wrapped comes out i just want to let everyone know that i am very very very normal and sane and happy person

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i should get paid to be wildly anxious about absolutely nothing

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oh shit we got december tomorrow…

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I have chronic anemia but I don’t notice when it gets bad, I’m just like “I feel vulnerable and cold and tired and I bruise easily. Because of my poet’s temperament.”

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a day used to be 24hrs and cost $5 but nowadays a day only lasts 5hrs and they charge ya $20 just to live it. and you have to pay with an app

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genuinely insane how difficult it is to participate in your own life

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first thing you have to do is feel guilty for no reason second thing you have to do is become surgically inseparable from your shame third thing you have to do is find out what specific daydream lets you get through 9 hour shifts and wring it for all its worth Thats basically all i know

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you dont have to be a picklepuss to enjoy sinking your teeth into the green, juicy, crisp fruit of the improved cucumber 

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did the dinosaurs look at the meteor and thought “how pretty”?