#we all deserve happiness

[mostwantedpotato404]

Something cozy and comforting for Halloween, they're almost ready. Are you? :3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The musical episode.

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[youchangedmedestiel]

Imo the best ending to Supernatural would have been to just stop with them alive on a random hunt or them finding jobs and living the life they just wanted or whatever.

And then the story just fucking STOP, because Chuck is not here anymore, so they are no longer part of a story they are finally free. And we could still write and read fanfic about how they live after they won.

[nadzhosny2]

Why being perfect is a load of rubbish

Perfect. The most destructive word in the English language. Everyone wants to achieve it, to have it, to BE it and when that doesn’t happen, disappointment, shame and despair start to take over. Eroding at our self-esteem little by little until we become something we don’t even recognise. I loathe perfection with every fibre of my being. Not hate, LOATHE.

Its mere definition pisses me off, “being completely free of fault or defect, having no mistake or flaw.” I had fallen prey to the disease of wanting to be perfect when I was younger. I wanted to be the perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect friend, the perfect girlfriend, the perfect student. I wanted to have the perfect body, the perfect hair, the perfect personality. I thought if I was perfect in everything, I would be happy and everyone would love me. But it’s a very cruel trick.

We have been made to believe that we can never be truly happy unless everything in our life is perfect; the perfect job, perfect house, perfect spouse, perfect car, perfect clothes, perfect faces. It took me several years and several failed attempts at perfection to realise how ridiculous this was. The idea that something or someone with flaws and faults was unworthy. I have only two words for this: FUCK THAT. {If there are any children reading this, kindly quote this article when your mum asks you where you learnt to swear. Thanks. ;)}

Having faults and flaws means being different, unique. A breath of fresh air in a stifling room where there is no change or imagination. Why be perfect and be stuck in stagnation? Always remaining the same, never moving forward or trying to do or be something else. Never trying to be better than we were before, not for others but for ourselves, to see what else we’re capable of and be good at, just for the sake of it. Never trying new things and new experiences. Being perfect means being frozen and I can’t think of anything worse. This is the reason for my loathing.

Trying to be perfect forces us to take on too much, to be impatient, angry, hostile and competitive. News flash people, human beings were never meant to be perfect! If we were, we wouldn’t be able to make mistakes and if we weren’t able to make mistakes, we wouldn’t be able to change and if we can’t change, we are not living.

Do you even want a “perfect” body or face? Honestly, I don’t think that putting in the effort for abs is worth it for me. I would rather play Assassin’s Creed and binge-watch Supernatural.

A perfect face? Every blemish, freckle and spot on your face is a mark that sets you apart from everyone else, something that is so uniquely you and you want to trade it for a face that is plain? For those with acne struggles, that is completely understandable and you are excused. Women used to draw spots on their faces in the 18th century because it was considered the height of beauty. Marilyn Monroe and Cindy Crawford inspired the same.

Family life: Do you care about one another? Make each other laugh, give support whenever needed? Then you checked off the main points. If not, that’s what you should be trying to fix.

Relationship: Relationships can’t be perfect if they are to last longer than 6 months and if you think yours is, then you are lying to yourself and to your partner. Let’s be honest with each other, darling. If Pique can cheat on FREAKING SHAKIRA, there is no such thing as perfect.

Social life: You might be serious about being a great friend/ person in general, but no one is immune from social ups and downs including loneliness, social burnout, FOMO, friendship drama, etc. The mistakes we make are what help guide us to being those great friends and people.

Character: There may be some times when you have displayed tremendous courage, kindness, absolutely non-selfish service and that’s great. Well done you, continue doing so. On the other hand, there will be times when you will stumble; act selfishly, say or do the wrong thing but that doesn’t make you a terrible human being. Life isn’t all sunshine, rainbows and skittles.

Now, if you’re counting, that’s every part of a person’s life and it doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be happy. The only things in my life that I want to be perfect are my bed and internet connection, screw everything else.

[yrsonpurpose]

happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

You know what? I don’t WANT an awkward double date. I don’t WANT buck coming out and people having the ‘I know’ reaction or the ‘is it Eddie’ reaction.

You know what I do want?

I want Buck panicking over what to wear for the date. I want Buck flopping on his bed like very teenager after their first kiss all giggly and happy and touching his lips because he kissed a boy

I want Buck smiling every time he says Tommy’s name because maybe it isn’t forever and maybe he’s not even looking for forever anymore but he’s so happy and he’s so light and being with Tommy feels good

I want Tommy to keep calling him Evan, because before Buck was Buck he was Evan and Evan deserves to be happy to be treated so softly and lovingly and Evan deserves to be free.

I want Buck to be happy. To be happy and free and queer in the way we all deserve.

[ohitslen]

Kiss gun!

Based on this tweet!

[juha-art]

ELECTROCHEMISTRY- No one will ever want to sleep with you.

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken

[dayurno]

sometimes i’m sooooo blown away by the fact that kevin is so smart……. like yes he is the fox with the highest grades despite being also the fox with the tightest training schedule and yes he canonically gets called an obsessive genius and yes the extra content explicitly says he is both very smart and very willing to teach people. but really i am thinking about kevin playing reporters like fiddles, jean calling kevin too good of a liar to ever let anything slip, kevin going up to andrew post-game and wordlessly helping cover up the fact andrew is off his medicine by pretending andrew’s racquet had broken (and then proceeding to discreetly crush it in his hand when the foxes gather around andrew), kevin living a lifetime of walking on the edge of riko’s knife, kevin hiding french, hiding thea, kevin spotting potential from a mile away, kevin who even riko thought was brilliant and sharp-tongued. yeah……..!

[heynhay]

scene from where the apple falls by @jupiters-junipers :-) wholeheartedly recommend any and all of her work

[ohrackham]

what was the point of lila thinking home was a feeling she didn't deserve and could never earn until she found diego. what was the point of them finding deep, meaningful love in each other. what was the point of lila opening her heart and confessing that all she really wanted was a family with him.

what was the point of developing diego and lila over two seasons, creating such a beautiful, chaotic bond, just to destroy it for no reason.

[thimbleb3rries]

Extraordinarily silly

[doydoune]

Hazakura Temple, February

[yooboobies]

angel sunshine for an angel sunshine | for @huhfeatjhope

[nadzhosny2]

Show me your happiness

One of my favourite questions to ask someone new is “What is your definition of happiness?” What makes your heart swell with pure, unfiltered joy? What makes your entire body hum with pleasure and a sigh of contentment escape your lips? What melts you into a puddle of comfort and elation? What makes your toes curl with mirth?

The answers to these questions can be anything. There’s no wrong way to experience happiness (except of course physically harming someone-because if that’s what makes you happy, you’ve got a serious problem dude, you need to get that checked. IMMEDIATELY.)

Now let me explain.

When I first started working, I was nervous but quickly made some friends, all of whom were from different areas of the country and led very varied lives. As the weeks went on I became closer with a few of the women. Most of them worked in the department I was in and we had tea and lunch together in the staff cafeteria every day.

One woman rarely ate the meals provided, instead going for small bowls of fruit or even just a glass of water. I found this strange because food is one of my love languages. My confusion came to a head on the birthday of one of my colleagues, there was a huge chocolate cake for everyone in the cafeteria. As I made my way to the table with three slices tightly gripped in my hands because one does not drop cake, I noticed that the woman hadn’t had a single thing to eat. I let my overly-curious nature and persistent confusion get the better of me (I was young and foolish, allow it kindly) and asked her about her apparent dislike for the cafeteria food. She responded that she didn’t like to eat at all, that food disgusted her and made her feel nauseous and sick. I held out a slice of cake, passionately explaining that cake was among my favourite things in life; especially chocolate cake, that it made me giddy with glee. She pushed my offering away saying she’d tried cakes and knew that they made her feel as sick as every other food.

I turned away, sad and even more confused. I understood the basic concept of someone not sharing my interests and preferences, but to be revolted by something that brought me such joy? I was absolutely stunned.

I learned later that the woman was suffering from an eating disorder and had a physical and mental aversion to food.

This experience was my first encounter with such a striking difference in the meaning of happiness. In learning about the woman’s illness, I began to question the concept of happiness and how it differs for each of us. I had always thought that food was something that made every person universally happy, but I realised that there was no way that anything could be universal. There is always someone differentiated by their mental, physical, or emotional background and health, who would be unable or unwilling to feel the same as me. This doesn’t make anyone’s emotions less valid, it just exemplifies the way in which people are unique. Because happiness is specific to each individual person, when someone feels happy it may bring them back to a different experience that made them feel the same way, leading them down a road detailing their own joy.

There cannot be one thing that makes every single person on earth happy. Maybe Nutella, but I’m quite convinced that it is not a creation of this world but definitive proof that magic does indeed exist, so it doesn’t count.

Think of this as a mathematical algorithm, in which every one of the seven billion people currently in existence somehow classified and entered a list of the things that make them happy. The statistical probability of every single person having at least one aspect in common is practically zero.

Each thing that makes me feel happy has a counter in at least one person. The happiness I feel when I see fireworks is the opposite emotion of a person with PTSD, who may feel definitively unhappy while having the exact same experience. Such are the distinctive lives we lead.

Because of this, are we all truly adrift and separate in terms of our experience of happiness? Or, despite the fact that different things are catalysts for our happiness, do we all share the same actual emotion when we feel it?

I sometimes find myself wondering if everyone else feels as I do when I’m happy, regardless of the cause or the description — if the same emotion can be translated differently through language, culture, and experience. Is the way I feel when I’m reading a book the way someone else feels when they look at their favourite piece of art? I would like to hope that the answer is yes; that regardless of any identity or experience, everyone shares the same raw emotion. We might describe or express it differently, but deep down it is really the same basic concept of bliss.

I obviously can’t express this sentiment with any kind of certainty whatsoever because I can’t enter people’s minds and see if they all feel happiness the way I do. We can show where happiness is processed in the brain (the Limbic Cortex just FYI); but I don’t think we can ever actually know if happiness feels the same way to all of us.

Happiness has unique forms for each of us, filtered and defined through the course of each of our lives, but the raw emotion is a unifying aspect of human life. I am well aware that the belief we all share this binding feeling is idealistic, highly unlikely and incredibly naive. But it is a lovely thought and a girl can dream.

Even if it can never be fully proven, it is something I think we should all aspire to believe. We all exist in such different circumstances, each with our own individual journeys and hardships in a world that is doing its utmost to tear us apart and separate us. Isn’t it a beautiful concept, that if we were to peel back the layers of our humanity, we would find that we all share such a basic feeling with each other? That we are all, at our core, connected?

I certainly think so.

[gunsatthaphan]

happy marriage equality to my favorite brides and grooms 🏳️‍🌈🥹🫶🏻