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astroprince · 11 months
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astroprince · 11 months
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Yesterday I almost cried because my baby cousin ran up to my grandmother and was like. “Ha! Buhbuh ba ha.” And she said okay you want to show me something? And he led her over to the garden patch and crouched down and pointed at rocks and plants and was like. “Ah. Habah ba ah” as she listened attentively.
And I was like that happened 1,000 years ago. Probably 10,000 years ago. Maybe 100,000. The youngest human in a group went to the oldest one and said to the best of their ability “come see.” And the adult went.
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astroprince · 1 year
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astroprince · 1 year
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this is going to be difficult -> i am capable of doing difficult things -> i have done everything prior to this moment -> this difficulty will soon be proof of capability
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astroprince · 1 year
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me in the coal mine: oh no i lost my canary because it's so dark in here and i can't hear her singing :( i better light a match so i can find my little songbird!
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astroprince · 1 year
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burning food is an inherited trait
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astroprince · 1 year
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god those "primal" people who are like "our ancestors SLEPT ON THE GROUND and ate RAW MEAT and sometimes didnt eat for DAYS!! so thats how we should all be living its NATURAL!!" i truly am full of rage towards them.
like. first of all: being able to cook meat was Really Important for our evolution, so no dumbass, we arent "meant to eat raw meat" you fucking moron LOOK AT YOUR TEETH. WE ARE MADE TO EAT SAFELY COOKED MEAT.
second: who the fuck are these "ancestors". how far back are we going? modern humans? one of the other hominids? full monkee? you are idolizing a random point in our species' history because of whatever unscientific fantastical version of pre-modern life was. it wasnt hell on earth it wasnt paradise we were just LIVING.
third: DJFJSKBDFDSFCDHJFBS HARDER DOES NOT MEAN BETTER YOU CUNT. our ancestors lived hard lives because they HAD TO. and you know what? THEY TRIED TO MAKE IT EASIER!! do you fucking think people were laying on hard stone because of their amazing willpower? No! They were getting moss and animals pelts and shit to make it a little comfier! They were trying out spices! They were painting with their children! WE MADE CLOTHES FOR A REASON!!!
its just like. 100% based off the idea of early humans as jacked (white) cavemen who beat up dinosaurs with their hands and were constantly fighting. theres no humanity in your fantasy of early humans. our ancestors would be amazed and HAPPY with how far we've come with providing ourselves comfort and support. when someone was disabled in the past they werent (at least not always) killed or left to die. people cared for them! modern humans have a long, long history of making the best out of things and finding comfort where we can and always trying to make our lives better. eating raw liver doesnt make you better you dork
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astroprince · 1 year
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Comic abt orange scented bath salts 🍊
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the undone cowboy writes to his sweetheart by silas denver melvin (click for better quality)
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astroprince · 1 year
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I was working on a history paper today and found a book from 1826 that seemed promising (though dull) for my topic, on an English Catholic family’s experience moving to France.
And it ended up not really being suitable for my purposes, as it goes. But part of the book is actually devoted to Kenelm, the author’s oldest son…and man, his dad loved him.
Kenelm seems to have had a fairly typical upbringing for a young English gentleman, although he is a bit slow to read. At twelve he’s sent to board at Stoneyhurst College—often the big step towards independence in a boy’s life, as he’ll most likely only see his parents sporadically from now on, and then leave for university.
When he’s sixteen, however, his father moves the whole family to France, so Kenelm gets pulled out of school to be with them again. Shortly after the move, his dad notices that he seems depressed. Kenelm confides in him that he’s been suffering from “scruples” for the last eighteen months—most likely what we’d now call an anxiety disorder.
And his dad is pissed—at the school, because apparently Kenelm had been seeking help there and received none, despite obviously struggling with mental health issues. So his dad takes it seriously. He sets him up to be counseled by a priest—there were no therapists back then—and doesn’t send him away to be boarded again, instead teaching him at home himself.
And his mental health does improve. His dad describes him as well-liked, gentle, pious, kind and eager to please others; at twenty he’s thinking about a career in diplomacy or going into the military—which his dad thinks he is not particularly suited for, considering his favorite pastimes are drawing and reading. He’s excited about his family’s upcoming move to Italy, and he’s been busy learning Italian and teaching it to his siblings.
Henry Kenelm Beste dies of typhus at twenty years, four months, and twenty-five days. That’s how his dad records it. That’s why his dad is telling this story. It’s not an extraordinary story—Kenelm’s story struck me because he sounds so…ordinary, like so many kids today. And he was so, so loved. His dad tried hard to help him compassionately with his mental health at a time where our current knowledge and support systems didn’t exist. You can feel how badly he wanted his son to be remembered and loved, to impress how dearly beloved he was to the people who knew him in life.
I hope he’d be glad to know someone is still thinking of Kenelm over 200 years later.
Anyway, that’s why I’m crying today.
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astroprince · 1 year
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i know we're all sick of self-care being a marketing tactic now, but i don't think a lot of us have any other concept of self-care beyond what companies have tried to sell us, so i thought i'd share my favorite self-care hand out
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brought to you by how mad i just got at a Target ad
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PEDRO PASCAL  is JOEL MILLER | HBO’s The Last of Us (2023)
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astroprince · 1 year
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haters will see a winter enjoyer and say "why are you going outside it's cold and boring" and not even see the beauty in desolation and stillness 🙄
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astroprince · 1 year
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how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down
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astroprince · 1 year
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Best of favorite dance moves 💃🕺 via @ Ed People on Youtube https://twitter.com/TansuYegen/status/1560874626380857344
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