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Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

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pomegranate tree in 怡园yiyuan, suzhou, jiangsu province of china by Rtkiycs

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Blue Stadtbad Mitte "James Simon"  -   Eline Brontsema

Dutch, b. 1988 -

Woodcut, 68.2 x 51.3 cm

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film from colorado '24

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i keep thinking of this

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Bedroom interior   -  Gustav Sundin

Swedish, b. 1982  -

oil on canvas ,  42 x 50 cm.

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will it ever get better?

i can’t promise you that but there’ll be new friends to make & new music to cry your eyes out to & new recipes to try & all kinds of heart shaped trinkets

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"Do I deserve this?" "Am I worthy of this?"

So irrelevant. Do you want it?

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everything everywhere all at once is about intergenerational trauma. about depression and passive suicidality and the gravitational appeal of nothingness. about aging, getting older in your twenties and getting older in your fifties. about the specific hurt mothers can cause their daughters and daughters their mothers. about the harsh reality of the immigrant experience and the american dream. but it’s mostly about kindness and family and it’s about choosing to sit at home talking about taxes with someone who loves you, and it’s about telling your daughter that you’d choose her over the entire universe, and it’s about how even in the universes where life didn’t form, love can still exist. and it’s really all of that at once.

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Mr J what is your motto in life?

Sleep well, nap well, and rest well!!

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under my post of “the patience of ordinary things” by pat schneider i’m cryinggggg

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Danusha Laméris, Insha’Allah 

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they never tell you the grief you experience when you’ve realized you’ve outgrown people you still love, you watch pieces of yourself in them, and pieces of them in you. i make my mushrooms now like the way you did when we had breakfast, when i think of recklessly driving i remember being 16 and almost running red lights. you painted my heart in the sky, you took the goodness i poured into our friendship and washed it over another. i taught you the meaning of what true love in platonic soulmates are. remember our favorite coffee shop, remember piggy back rides in front the screen projector. i see pieces of the old me in you, you’re still there and i’m all the way here but i still love you and hope we can someday meet in the middle. you saw me at my worst through the heartache, you watch me now fall madly again. except you’re there and i’m over here. i see you so happy but everything has changed, you cut your hair and your friends wear funny clothes and maybe they dont like too much sugar in their coffee like i do. i still take my sugar a little sweet. i miss movie nights under the blankets and dusty coated fingers and labaneh dippings. they dont tell you the grief you live knowing you’ve outgrown people you still love, they’re not gone but they’re also not here.

- the poets were liars, friendship breakups hurt the most.

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How to make life less excruciatingly "meh"???

This is a great question, love!

Deep clean your room - I mean stripping the bed, sheets, comforter, pillows! Wash it all. Go through clothes, fold them like Marie Kondo says! Old trinkets and clutter that you don’t need, be harsh and get rid of what’s unnecessary, make room for new adventures. Sweeping and mopping the floors. Dusting surfaces. Move the furniture until it feels right, rearrange the shelves.

Delete old contacts - Do you really talk to all the contacts on your phone? Are they serving you well? Get rid of old ones, strangers, things that clutter. Likewise, think deeply about real-life relationships. Do they still serve you? If not all you have to do is walk away.

Go through your music library - Play all your songs and if you skip a song or seem bored of it delete it without hesitation. What if you miss it? You won’t notice it’s gone, and eventually, you may rediscover your love for it! Make playlists for moods, adventures, stories! Romanticize life!

Go through clothes - Dump everything on the floor, sort, fold, clean. What’s ripped and needs to be mended? What’s beyond repair? What do you love, what do you hate? Do you really wear it? If not bag it up and donate it to goodwill. This seriously helped me so much. Now everything in your wardrobe serves a purpose. Also, explore new styles, colors, everything! Have fun with it!

Journal/Do a brain dump - Write about everything. Write until there’s no more to say. Clear your head, let go of things you can’t solve. Read through it a week or two later, what do you notice? Were you stressed about a specific type of thing? Was there a way you phrased things? A common thread?

Don’t run away from your problems - A big stressor we often push to the back is work, school, or responsibility. If you’re stuck in a procrastination loop make a list of every unfinished task you can think of and do a speed run. Green = What can you do now? Yellow = What can you do soon/with help? Red = What do you need to wait on/handoff to someone else.

Freshen up your nutrition - I do not mean diet. Screw that, learn how to cook foods that are good for you, check to see what vitamins you need and find vegetables/fruits with them. Are you tired a lot? Iron. Nails weak? Calcium. Unusually melancholy? Vitamin D. Don’t settle for discomfort. Learn what foods you love! Explore!

Reassess your goals/habits - This part can suck. Sometimes we have goals w hold onto we just can’t let go of. But is that what you still want or are you telling yourself you should want it? Make new goals, start small, work up to big ones.

Explore! - Wherever you live I guarantee there is something really neat nearby if you look closer! Go to museums, galleries, parks, forests, restaurants, cafes. Learn about everything. Explore intellectually, listen to TED talks, classical music and literature, join a book club. Explore creatively, find what makes you burn with passion and excitement. Learn a new skill by investing an hour a day

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“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.” - Sylvia Plath