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demilypyro:

Humans didn’t make the big ben. Do you really think those dumbass Britains could make a clock that big? Those big gears are way too heavy, how’d they get those up there. No way. It was the beasts

plainwaterpdf:

oaluz:

nattyjayna:

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embarrassment has good bones

When everything is embarrassing, that’s a sign that your passion is waking up, and it wants more. Your desire is a tender sprout that wants more water, more sunshine. It wants you to give up on SEEMING happy and in control and to start FEELING joy instead, even when it feels a little too big, even when it makes you cry, even when it forces you to question where you are and why.

Passion and desire and shame and sadness don���t signal that you have to change everything immediately, though. These are sensations that don’t require solutions. Your primary job, in the face of renewed lust for life, is to tolerate the shame of joy.

Because embarrassment is sometimes just a sign that you’ve never lived out in the open before, you’ve never cared more about a feeling than you care about how you’re coming across, you’ve never prioritized happiness over control.

This is why it’s good to take risks that might embarrass you regularly. Because every time you dare to embarrass yourself for the sake of who you are, you’re teaching your body to prioritize joy. You’re teaching yourself to let go of seeming better than the things you love. You’re showing yourself how to feel where you are — to soak in the cool fall air, to breathe in the moon, to love every lopsided moment of your glorious, flawed life.

Shame is a Side Effect of Desire, Heather Havrilesky

I Worried Mary Oliver   I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.ALT

I Worried, Mary Oliver

catboy-beckett:

iloveyoudubstep444ever:

Too pretentious to jerk off Tried to engage in my sexual fantasy but the narrative was to unrealistic and the dialogue was out of characterAnd trite

Wait no this happens to me though. This post is true abou;t me

lgbtqtext:

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belovedgoofball:

whatagrump:

why the hell did they write it this way

Do not ask for whom the pussy willow pops. It pops for thee

papayajuan2019:

when i grow up i want to be myself

libertineangel:

curseworm:

curseworm:

this is not my beautiful circus..these are not my beautiful monkeys

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And you may find yourself crammed into a very small automobile…

elainiisms:

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u are all so so loved by me

decati:

ever since i was a little boy i knew i wanted to be a mentally ill faggot when i grew up

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