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View of an Indigo House, published in 2011 Photo by Shinichi Sato

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allow yourself to be a beginner

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Me: my weight fluctuating is totally morally neutral. I don’t need to dedicate large portions of time to gaining or losing weight because my weight doesn’t define me. As long as I eat nutritious food and get in some movement, my weight isn’t important :)

Also me: my fouckingPAMNTS

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guy who invented western musical notation: so we're going 12 tones to an octave, named after letters of the alphabet. me: got it. A to L. inventor guy: that's not what i said

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daily affirmations:

i am kind

i am in control of my emotions

it does not bother me when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

everyone in the house has the right to be in the kitchen

i am kind and in control of my emotions even when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

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I'm keeping an eye out for heat stroke in my area and I can't figure out what a full body flush would look like on dark skin since all the pictures are just fake training pictures. Anyone have video/pics of a heat stroke flush on black skin?

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donating my heavily annotated copy of house of leaves to the local library so that the person reading it gets a 5th layer of narrative to be confused by

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Please meet Rube Goldberg.

While collecting eggs a couple of weeks ago, this egg slipped out of my hands from 5 feet up above wood, wire, and cement. Quail eggs are VERY fragile when it comes to impacts, so this egg's life flash before my eyes and time slowed down as I watched the world's most ridiculous accidental cartoon egg drop.

It somehow missed every obstacle on the way down (3 shelves) in order to land upon the side of a milk jug I had dropped the day before. It bounced off of that to a couple feet away, and hit the side of a hay bale. It bounced off of that, and somehow landed on the open lip of an empty feed back laying on the floor that I had put down under the towers to prevent the cement from sinking heat from the space. The bag gently collapsed, and rolled the pristine egg to a stop back at my feet.

I stared at it in disbelief. I took it inside and candled it- not a crack in it. So I noted the pen I got it from (CER) and scribbled "dropped?" on it. I figured SURELY it would not develop after that kind of nonsense, but when I candled at lockdown, the little thing was ready to go.

So, I stuck the egg into its own hatching bag, and sure as shit, the little fucker hatched!

And as if the rest of the story is not weird enough, this is possibly the first coturnix chick in the world who didn't immediately faceplant off of a human hand in the pursuit of the cold embrace of death. It just sat there, posing with the egg. Looking around like Hm so this is what being alive is... it's alright I guess.

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Claudia my beloved 🥰

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i still think about this twitter exchange every time i hear this song btw

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you can be both employed & way too online. it’s called “posting on the clock,” and actually, it’s praxis.

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I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do the dishes!

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this is mostly pronounced amongst teens and young adults but it’s so funny to me when I see discourse that’s like “what does a 26 year old and a 32 year old have in common????” acting like somehow 6 years is a massive generational gap… girl not only is that the same generation but it’s also literally nothing once you’re both fully grown adults