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lucysmacleans · 8 months
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we deserve more than hsmtmts give josh and matt a netflix movie or amazon prime idc i’ll help write it
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viowlett · 5 months
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This is the day I tell myself to stop what I'm doing.
This is the day I make better choices for my health.
This is the day I focus on setting my goals.
This is the day I take my life back.
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platypusisnotonfire · 3 months
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I wish you could respond a video in a reblog because this is all one thread guys
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starrysola · 3 months
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Oh yeah im on bluesky!! And now its available for everyone so if you wanna follow me there you can! I'll try to post more now that more people can get on!! 🤠💖
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lydiaortega1996 · 10 months
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gloomandglitter · 1 year
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Anyone else just be chilling
And then your brain is like…
What if you abandoned everyone you know, moved to a different country, change your name and get plastic surgery?
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mojolism · 5 months
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Every moment,
is a golden thread woven by the Divine.
Each heartbeat, each breath,
is an invitation from the universe.
Waiting for a sign, a specific time,
is like waiting for the river to find the ocean.
It’s inevitable.
The cosmos doesn’t dwell
in yesterdays or tomorrows.
It sings in the now, in the present.
The universe, in its infinite wisdom,
whispers to us
that now is always a good time to start fresh.
The door to renewal is never closed;
it’s we who sometimes
forget to knock.
- mOjolism -
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kimwedlock · 1 year
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Aeonas’ Pass
Estimated reading time: 7 minutes
    The amethyst sky loured over the fells. Snow drifted through the open forest like fragments of ivory, burying the road and outshining the glow of the dying sun, while a thick, creeping fog, both natural and impossible, layered itself over the slopes. The evening was silent but for the thin wheeze of the wind, still but for the sway of bare branches, and beautiful but for the seething black scar running like a river of decay from the horizon.
    There was no living thing for miles around - none at all but the cloaked figure walking at the head of that scar, bleeding it further into the shrouded forest with every lonely, booted step.     The pace was steady, unhurried despite the taint; monotonous and resolute. And while the dreadful scar stretched, the eerie fog fled away, leaving the forest clear behind to gather instead at the lead. There, the cloud thickened, luring and goading the traveller, all while remaining always just one step out of reach.     But Aeonas was too old to be deterred.     Clad in a tattered cloak pulled tight against the cold, patched and stitched with a skill that had grown over ages, Aeonas walked eternal, with a bow and quiver slung over a shoulder, hose strapped with countless satchels, some small and writhing, and a doublet lashed with parchments and journals. And every day, with every thought and every event, that burden only grew. After almost a full year, Aeonas had been reduced to a heavy trudge. And yet still, the never-ending walk continued, through sun, through rain, through frost and snow, while the heading remained lost in a dense, blind cloud.     The frigid breeze briefly picked up, stirring the edges of the fog as a grand stone bridge took shape on the left. As Aeonas stepped past it, it crumbled in a cloud of dust. It wasn't acknowledged with even a glance.     Then an elaborate vase the size of a child emerged on the right, gilded and empty, and burst into flames just as suddenly. It went equally unnoticed.     The bridge and vase melted ignored into the scarred, blurred world at Aeonas's back, though both stood less distorted than their surroundings. Ruined stone and ceramic remained crystal clear and perfectly defined, and with their survival, another pouch upon Aeonas's hip writhed and wriggled. The spider weaving amongst them skittered to secure itself.     But, as always, those old, teal eyes didn't turn down to witness it. Staring blindly ahead, there was no effort within them to try to see even the clouded forms of the trees.     More shapes soon blotched and darkened the heading, and sounds drifted through the muffled air, each unclear until Aeonas finally drew level with them. Then music piped in, flutes and strings to fill a weary heart with warmth - but still not a step was lost to distraction. Not even when another figure danced her way through the clouds. Her golden dress spun and flared with her twirls, the snow whispered beneath the grace of her feet. But Aeonas's eyes remained fixed to the fog ahead.     The young woman leapt and glided on into the scar, and where she faded and blurred away, forgotten with so much else, a thick, purple cloud of acrid smoke trailed along behind her. This lingered all too clearly.     Aeonas disregarded it, pulling the cloak closer as the cold crept through to what little bare skin it could find and snowflakes burned a lined and sullen brow. Then a high-pitched call came from the fogline, and an owl swept in from its rest in a nearby tree. But this, Aeonas knew, was no phantom. And knew equally that it had been waiting.     Teal eyes broke their stare for only a moment, and as the owl took position overhead and followed Aeonas in perfect time, their gaze returned to the distance, just as another satchel jerked and writhed.     In that moment, another shape emerged, one fast, thick, and slavering. A beast, neither wolf nor bear, crashed through the darkness towards the wanderer, red eyes fiercely aglow. But still, Aeonas didn't flinch, nor turn as another shape formed close to the left, its glinting sword raised high. The beast snarled and leapt for the head, but as Aeonas continued unshaken, it seized the shadow instead, and they vanished as quickly as the both of them had appeared.     Then came the comforting smell of warm fruit, and the sound of joyous, hopeful singing. Both grew stronger, filled the air on all sides, then flooded on into the blur behind, where it reverberated wondrously amongst everything else.     More abstract fragments of life moved by, until the screech of the owl broke the silence.     Aeonas looked up, and bleak lips turned down further. The snow was heavier, the fog thicker, and the forest was growing dense. More trees took shape, stronger, defined, with deliberate clarity over the rest. As Aeonas walked on devotedly past them, some began to freeze, others grew taller, a single wassailed tree burned, and an emerging windmill turned to gold.     But Aeonas continued, resigned, afraid and weary, wading through the mystery, past every event, until the air ahead suddenly and sharply cleared to a deep amethyst sky, empty of dread and thought. Finally, those ancient boots came to a stop.     With a breath of relief, Aeonas shrugged out of the hood and looked out to the open night ahead, weathered heart beating in a fever. But there was nothing to see. Nothing to hear. Nothing to fear and nothing to celebrate. There was nothing at all, but possibility.     With another breath, of peace and preparation, Aeonas's gaze dropped. And there, at the toe of the old boots and further down still, sprawling from the base of the cliff the wanderer now stood upon like a ragged old spectre, the fog rolled on. Everything beneath, everything ahead, everywhere old boots could walk, remained just as clouded and unclear. The shroud was endless, stretching far beyond what teal eyes could reach.     Only now did Aeonas turn, and grimaced deeper at the sight of the scar left behind, the black destruction, lined with that most hated and most cherished; the things one would wish to forget, and the things one clings to without knowing better.     But Aeonas had learned. There was nothing to be done but continue. There was no going backwards, and there was certainly no stopping; and as difficult as moving forward would always be, it could be made a little easier.     Aeonas knelt down on the snow and sorted through the satchels. One by one, they were looked over, unstrapped from thigh and calf, peered tentatively inside of when needed. Some were filled with smoke, others with flowers, others still with dull stones and others with charred pine cones. Some with light itself, and others with nothing but the scent of spruce needles. And, one by one, Aeonas considered them with a practised eye.     "Nothing heavier than a feather."     And so, among many others, the satchel of smoke, the satchel of light, and the satchel of charred pine cones were discarded. And the satchels of flowers, of the smell of spruce needles, and of dull stones remained.     Then Aeonas sorted through the journals and parchments.     "Nothing lighter than lead."     And so the notes and records of struggles, of love, of ideas and of hands remained, while disappointment, embarrassment, shame and nightmares were cast away.     Aeonas stood taller, left now with only worthwhile lessons, and faced back into the clear sky and clouded earth. With one step, the traveller fell from the cliff.     And landed on the soles of ancient boots with barely the sound of the snow beneath.     With a deep breath, Aeonas continued on into the unknown, the owl ever overhead, spider ever weaving between the remaining satchels and journals. And behind the wanderer, there was nothing but bootprints in the snow.
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Copyright © 2022 Kim Wedlock
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agnes-asteraceae · 9 months
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WOMBATS ARE COOL
Source : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wombat
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carissa3mae · 10 months
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There is no better time than the present to take the chance and do the thing that you want to do! You don’t have to start on a Sunday, a Monday, a new month, or even a new year. You can make changes in your life right now! There’s no need to wait for a specific time to work on yourself or to challenge yourself. 
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philipr05 · 1 year
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“Although no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.” — Carl Bard
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noartistsasha · 1 year
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Don’t start the morning with the internet. Dopamine overstimulation is real.
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couldyouspeakmyname · 2 years
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What if I opened the askbox for this weekend-
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nancylfitness · 4 months
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Exercises that Will Work for You
Exercise is beneficial for the body and for well-being.  Whether you want to begin an exercise routine or try something new, where to start?
Think about what kind of exercise is interesting to you.  Is it a fit with your lifestyle?  Aspects to consider:
Do you like to work with others or alone (at home or gym)
Does the routine mesh with your schedule / lifestyle
Is it suitable with your fitness level (not too easy; not too difficult)
How much impact are you looking for (can your body handle high impact, or do you require lower impact exercises)?
Physical activity is advantageous, significantly improving one’s health, helps:
Establish and maintain a healthy body weight
Maintain muscle mass and good energy levels
Reduce risk of chronic disease
Improve mental function and mental health
Sleep better.
To get started with an exercise routine it’s important to consider a health check-up first, especially if you are:
not used to strenuous physical activities
aged 45 and over.
The health check may identify any health issues or conditions that could potentially cause injury during exercise.  Knowing these limitations, a safe and optimal exercise plan may be developed.
Next set goals:  REALISTIC GOALS.  Create a plan that is attainable for you.  As your fitness level increases and you progress toward reaching your goal, add to it in increments:  SUCCESS!!
Now, maintain your exercise routine on a scheduled basis:  HABIT.
Types of Exercise to Consider:
Walking – is safe and produces dramatic results.
Start with walking in 10 to 15 minute increments. As strength and endurance increase, begin to walk further and faster. Get to the point of being able to walk for 30 to 60 minutes at a good pace.
Strength Training – muscle begins to atrophy after the age of 40.  Strength (resistance) training will help to slow/stop this progression.
Start with lighter weights, that you can lift comfortably 12 to 15 times.  Use proper form, doing each exercise correctly. When ready, increase the load to slightly heavier weight.
Try to maintain a weight training schedule of two or more times per week.
Balance Training – can help prevent falls, important for older adults.  The movements are slow and deliberate.  Many daily activities require good balance: walking and going up and down the stairs, standing up from a sitting position, bending over, etc.
Some simple balance exercises include:
Stand on one leg and raise the other leg to the side or behind. As balance improves try holding the positions for a longer amount of time.
Also try closing your eyes or moving your head in different directions.
Heel to toe walking:  walk in a steady, straight line by placing the heel of one foot just in front of the toes of the other foot.  Repeat for 20 steps. To start, use a support if needed.
Stand up from a sitting position without using your hands. To start, use a support if needed.
Keep practicing until a support is no longer needed.
Flexibility/Stretching:  helps with muscle recovery, range of motion and injury prevention.  It also works to improve posture and balance.
Warm up first for about 5 to 10 minutes with some dynamic stretching (high kicks, knee to chest movements, arm and leg swinging). This prepares the body for exercise.
Stretch slowly, doing so with fluid movements. Only go as far as is comfortable – no pain.
Start by holding the stretch for 7 to 10 seconds, then progress further as you become more comfortable.  Yoga and Pilates are good flexibility exercise programs.
The above exercises can be done individually or may be combined. Most importantly, do what you like and have fun with it.
If you feel pain or discomfort while exercising, stop and rest before continuing.  Do not rush your routines; take time to progress.  This will help you to maintain your program.
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sparksrh · 4 months
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New year won't bring new resolution nor new opportunities. Only you can do that.
P.S ; you can start over at any given time. It doesn't need to be now, all you need is to be ready and let it flow.
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anonymously-07 · 4 months
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“New year. New me. Same dreams. Fresh starts.”
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