#optimist

[thatsbelievable]

[positivelypresent]

Staying optimistic is hard work, but I promise it’s worth it! these eight tips can help you practice staying more positive and present. 🐙🧡

[chrissv4mp]

october 22

the bedframe creaked. music leaked in through the small crack in the door. the headboard hitting the wall with each rough movement. his hands were all over you, lips caressing your skin so softly, a large contrast to the way he pounded into you. his eyes never left yours, pupils dilated and wild.

you don't know how you even got in this situation. it was a small party for his album release, a private one just for close friends and some family, but somehow you both had stumbled down the hallway and into his room, which reminded you of another thing. the door wasn't locked, and it was open just the tiniest amount. but, still, anyone could walk in. the idea only made your situation hotter, the thrill making adrenaline pump through your veins.

his hair was messy, but you didn't mind because it was your doing. you didn't care if he still had to go out there and greet people. your hands resided at his back now, clawing at his soft skin and leaving marks that would for sure ache afterwards. he sucked in a breath as you clenched around him, hips stuttering for a moment as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. his soft moans and breaths fall right into your ear, giving you access to even the smallest sounds that would leave his lips.

"close?" he slurs, eyes rolling back as you buck your hips in time with his thrusts. you stutter something, followed by a hum as your nails dig deeper into his skin, "need you to cum with me, baby." he speaks softly, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to your own lips, swollen from biting them over and over again, "my present. please?"

"fin—fuck." you sigh, toes curling as your body convulsed beneath his own. one hand leaves his back, coming up to pull at his hair, eliciting a string of moans that consisted of your name and pleas for you to cum with him. your dress was bunched around your waist, his hands keeping it from falling and denying him access to your sweet pussy, "the—mm.. door."

he shakes his head, clearly not giving a single fuck if someone saw or not. his family knew not to come in without knocking, and his friends definitely would think twice before even grabbing the doorknob. you clench tighter around him, and when one of his hands comes down to circle your clit, you finally break with a loud moan. it was definitely heard from outside of the room, but all that was running across your mind at the moment was finneas. finneas. finneas.

his own orgasm hits him like a train, stars flashing behind his eyelids as he grunts softly, hips slapping against yours and creating a rhythm. all that he can speak is your name, his mind solely on you as he feels your grip on his hair tighten, nails dragging down his back again as the feeling starts to become too much. the door creaks, but neither of are really in the right headspace to even hear it.

"oh shit."

billie nudges you with a cheeky smile on her face, watching as you comb your fingers through your hair in an effort to make yourself look a little more presentable. she snickers, and that's when you finally give her the satisfaction of a small glance, "my brother, huh?" she giggles like a little girl, an emotion hidden in her eyes that you can't quite catch.

"shut up." you whisper, rolling your eyes as your face flushes a deep shade of red. you cross your arms over your chest before looking away. as you do, though, you feel billie come closer, her hands snaking down your waist and tapping the thin fabric of your dress. she scoffs, her lips dangerously close to your ear. your eyes stay trained on finneas as he talks to rat, laughing along with the boy as he sips on his drink.

"gettin' the best of both worlds, isn't that right?"

@sturnl0ve @eilishslut @zayluvss @hrtsdollie

KINKTOBER

[blabbershere]

The way we choose to see the world, creates the world we see.

[thepersonalwords]

Strive to be a person of action, good deeds and a willing vessel of hope.

Germany Kent, You Are What You Tweet: Harness the Power of Twitter to Create a Happier, Healthier Life

[thevoidlookedback]

An Essay on Nihilism and Ennui

Maybe the world is doomed. Maybe you can’t do anything about it. Maybe you were born on a train that had run of our track, long after we shot the engineers and burned the plans to lay track anew. The conductors barricaded the engine room where they hold hostage generations of coal miners who are forced to keep full steam ahead lest they be shoved into the incinerators themselves.

Maybe we can’t change any of that. I’d like to hope we can. Unfortunately hope isn’t the thing that drags your ass out of the cave you’ve collapsed into constructed of pizza boxes and soiled sheets. Drive is. Action is. Curiosity is.

Suppose we’re stuck on this train. It will crash. We will all die in a horrible fiery explosion, or succumb to the fumes first. What are you going to do in the meantime?

Here’s the thing: Life sucks and we’re all going to die. We don’t know when, we don’t know how. It feels impossible to plan for a future we have little data to prove will exist. What we do have is the interim. We can sit around and doom-scroll on our phones, or we can live life while we have it.

Plant a garden out of old coffee cans. Invite your friends over to fingerpaint on cardboard. Kiss the people you think about when you lay in bed at night. Chase an unrealistic dream, not because you believe it is possible, but because you can’t live with yourself if you never try.

That’s what you’re doing when you ingest endless content. You are simultaneously looking for the thing that will complete you, and desperately running from the voice inside that asks “what if there’s more?”

Stop. Running. Turn around. Look at the voice headlong. Dare to ask it back: “What more do I want there to be?”

Then go find it.

[quotelr]

Once you believe that you can do something, there is not a single person in the universe who can convince you otherwise.

Germany Kent

[howifeltabouthim]

It occurs to me then that in my effort to be positive, optimistic, and understanding, I might've made myself into an unreliable narrator of sorts, someone who can't be easily trusted not to sugarcoat things.

Emily Henry, from Great Big Beautiful Life

[adelaideoldburg]

Dutch Warmblood

The Dutch Warmblood—is a sport horse bred to dominate the competition circuit.

Cleo aka CleverGirl

Mare - Youngster - Liver Chestnut

Dune aka SadHour

Gelding - Youngster - Seal Brown

Florella aka FlowerBlossom

Mare - Adult - Grey Paint

Hyperion aka Titan

Gelding - Adult - Chestnut

Maple aka GoodWeather

Mare - Adult - Bay

Optimist aka RisingJoy

Stallion - Youngster - Dark Bay Paint

Silver aka SilverLight

Stallion - Youngster - Grey

The look of this model is absolutely stunning, and while I do find some of the movements look out of place (mainly the trot and slow gallop), this horse is so much fun to take pictures of! I'm already wanting to buy more and I probably will by the time this is published (just for your knowledge I have 3 at the time of writing this 11/11/23).

9/10

[thatsbelievable]

[positivelypresent]

There are people who say optimism is unrealistic — especially in dark times — but I’ve found the opposite to be true. Optimism is the real, true light that brightens the path to positive change.

[wisdomfish]

"Hope supersedes tragedy."

Paul Tilich

[blabbershere]

Think hard. Think calm. Think it through but don't overthink at all.

— @blabbershere

[stoicmike]

I doubt if there is an optimist anywhere who has read a lot of history... -- Michael Lipsey