You are lovely.

Okay, so i have an ADHD hack, and usually these don't work for me, but this one did.

So, i saw this on TikTok. If you have multiple chores, and don't know where to start, just write them all down, and then number them.

Then roll a dice, and whatever chore that number is, do it. (And if you don't have a dice, there are thousands of apps for that.)

It makes the chores approachable.

You don't see the mountain of all chores anymore, it's just one thing. Also you don't have to think about the next thing, because you don't know what it is.

And then it's done, and you can move to the next thing the dice tells you

I just did this to clean up my room.

I put bed, couch, nightstand, desk, chair, floor etc. And hell it worked. My room is actually clean now...

Like, try this, i swear, this is amazing!

the concept and idea of “you can always start trying to be a better person” is extremely important to me both in media and irl and i continue to be deeply deeply disturbed by the trend on this site pushing that these ideas in media are bad writing or even morally reprehensible

because theyd rather someone stay terrible or just straight up die than become a better person 

from a compassionate point of view it’s deeply distressing and from a pragmatic point of view it’s outright frustrating

it’s fucked up. 

What is the most important step a man can take?

The next.

I think part of the pushback about this is the idea that, to “redeem” bad people, their victims must first forgive them for unforgivable acts.

This is false. No one is obligated to forgive you. You can learn from your mistakes and become the best, kindest person on earth, and the people you’ve hurt still won’t forgive you, and you’ll have to accept that. And that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to grow. Because we aren’t just “pure” or “sinful”, we’re complex.

Yes! Just because you hurt someone and they still carry that, doesn’t mean that you’re irredeemable. They aren’t obligated to forgive you, but most importantly, your progress doesn’t rest on them. There are new relationships to be built. Go be better for the new people in your life.

[Two screenshots of Michael from The Good Place saying the following statement:

“What matters isn’t if people are good or bad. What matters is if they’re trying to be better today than they were yesterday.”]

— Steve Maraboli

Beauty exists because life exists. Vibrant plants look best when they’re well taken care of. Fields of green and patches of grass look best when they’re watered regularly. You can tell when a pet is doing well, fed well, brushed and washed and loved. In people, someone’s kindness makes them more beautiful. Someone’s sense of humor. The snort when they laugh. The way they mispronounce certain words, their habits, their individuality. The color in their cheeks, the little scars and the stories behind them (fell off of a trampoline, thought I could swing without holding onto anything, my sister hit me with the remote because we were fighting over the remote—and the way they laugh or shake their head telling the story). Expressing their emotions. Being fragile and soft. Being loud and talkative. Beauty is so interesting because it goes farther than outward appearances, and sometimes even seems to affect it. I think, the more unapologetically alive you are, the more beautiful you are. The more you find beauty in other people, in the depths of them and not just the way they look, the more you’ll find it in yourself.

I think this is the most valuable lesson I’ve learned about self love and self acceptance (and self confidence). As a teenager, I spent so much time admiring people for the way they looked, but I barely paid attention to the way people were in comparison. When you keep tying other people’s value to their beauty, you’re subconsciously teaching yourself that that’s where a person’s worth lies. After all, that’s what you pay most attention to, as well.

But then you get older. You start to appreciate the way someone can make conversation, you start to notice the wonderful sound of someone’s laugh, you start to admire someone’s work ethic. And before you know it, that’s the way you start looking at yourself, too. Layered and multidimensional. You’re not just a pretty face and a body. You possess the qualities you admire in others, and if not, you possess the ability to develop them. Beauty is something you can always redefine, and it’s inherently something you are.

in many ways being alive is about opening your curtains after getting out of bed

i’ve mixed cranberry mikes harder and cucumber lime gatorade into a drink i like to call “the flavor” because like. you drink this shit and your tongue is like “there’s a taste here. you are experiencing a flavor” but when you go to open the door there’s no flavor there. it comes back with an undefined error in the flavor column. it’s the missingno of flavors. it so absolutely and definitely tastes like something and that thing is nothing.

im going to make this brb

okay so i found a gas station that had the stuff so i made it

diagnosis: it tastes?

this post reminds me of that one time a coldstone employee i knew by the name of jacob fucked up the ratios or something on a watermelon yogurt sorbet and produced an ice cream that genuinely tasted like nothing. not bland not water but nothing - like, the texture was perfect, your mouth reacted as if it was slightly tangy like most sorbets, but you actually tasted nothing at all. and if you mixed it with something it didn’t taste like 100% the other flavor either, it tasted like 50% that flavor and 50% nothing. like a distinct and identifiable lack of taste. my brain trying to comprehend the total absence of flavor became so overwhelming that i quit ¾ of the way into one scoop. we called it the jacob’s special and every day i long for its return

hope i annoy you but in like a cute way

A repaint of my older work: Star Maker

The original 2019 version

today the girl ringing me up at the gas station said “ok, have a nice day. i love you” and i said “what” and she repeated “i love you” with better diction

kitty paws

I found these pictures of women of colour in the 1920s and they made me happy because you see them so rarely in the modern romanticization of this era x

Do not hide away the part of yourself that’s unhappy, bothered or hurt just because you feel like doing so will make others feel more comfortable. You don’t live to make others comfortable, you live for yourself, which means you owe it to yourself to be honest about your true feelings. The only way to let an open wound heal properly is to take care of it, not to ignore it.

Also just...let it exist. Let yourself be wounded and not force a mask on, but appreciate your joy in the presence of others. They can exist at the same time.

Unionize with ur fellow pedestrians. They can’t run us all over

this is how right of way works on college campuses