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Change is beautiful. I know that it sounds insane at first. We have all known the kind of change that made us question our will to still exist. I am saying it despite that. You see, a couple of years ago, I didn't even know that I would be here today, typing away about the beauty of change. Every tomorrow was bleak for me. Monsoon had lasted in my town for more than two years this time. Every day a part of this house would break, every day I would gather all my tools to mend it. Eventually, I got tired. And the tiredness soon turned into exhaustion. The exhaustion slowly internalised into the urge to not be here at all. Breathing began to hurt at more than one place.
I am not necessarily at my best today. I have seen the worst of life in the past few seasons, but I am not at my worst today. I am somewhere there between feeling comfortable with the pain and wanting to heal. When you know a lot of darkness, the light you sought once begins to make you nervous. You don't fear sadness, you fear being happy.
Change is beautiful to me even then because every bit of pain is a new color today. I paint my purple valley pretty with it. Every scar is a lesson I use to mend broken hearts like me. I am a craftswoman now.
Endure, dear love. Pain doesn't come with only one purpose. Something like pain cannot just come to turn your skin blue. They also come to teach you how to collect colors from a dark sky and brighten your world. Things just don't get better. You have to make conscious choices to make them better every day. A good life is no miracle. Miracle is you still trying to create it despite the hardships. That faith is the magic people search for. The willingness is.
Today maybe excruciating, but there will be a tomorrow where all of this makes sense. I promise.
Sabina Yesmin
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lunaire-2 · 1 year
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Someone once told me that change is catastrophic.
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oncorhynchus-nerka · 3 months
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VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.
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Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)
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littlemizzlinguistics · 6 months
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Studying linguistics is actually so wonderful because when you explain youth slang to older professors, instead of complaining about how "your generation can't speak right/ you're butchering the language" they light up and go “really? That’s so wonderful! What an innovative construction! Isn't language wonderful?"
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iwasbored777 · 11 months
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We're not appreciating the Weird Barbie enough. It's said in the movie that she helps everyone who need help while they always see her as someone who's not as good as them. She was friends with all dismissed Barbies and Kens, was there to offer support and safe shelter for everyone who needed it in Kendom, without her nothing in the movie would've been alright. When Stereotypical Barbie calls her "ugly and unwanted" she still helps her.
She was representing a woman in women's world who was pushed aside by other women because she didn't fit in but still had more wisdom and kindness than everyone who thought they're better than her.
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beldaroot · 1 month
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there has been more moments than i can count in the past seven months where i felt destroyed by all the death and carnage i've seen due to the colonialism and imperialism of the world. but there was something in particular about hind's death that made me think the world would stop turning bc how could anything continue given how gruesome and inhumane her death was? and yet, the world did not stop. and i thought we were once again left to remember her story only in our minds as she became another number, as her murderers went on killing unpunished, and as her mother grieved with rage when all she wanted was to keep her daughter warm and as safe as she could manage in this man-made hell on earth.
however, hind, a girl who only got to experience her kindergarten graduation, is now being immortalized in universities across the nation. her story did resonate to the masses and we will not let her be forgotten nor forgive those complicit in her death. real justice would be having hind alive, but these students are showing that they will stop the world and burn the status quo it upholds to the ground if it means her people can truly be liberated.
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autumn-may · 6 months
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Mostly spoiler free summary of my viewing experience
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bucatinibucatini · 7 months
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i believe barry keoghan (5’8”) was cast alongside jacob elordi and archie madekwe (both 6’5”) in saltburn so the movie could have as many cinematic close up shots as possible of oliver’s baby blue eyes gazing up at men striking an intimidating pose. just always looking up. sluttily
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ilikeit-art · 5 months
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laiostoudenn · 3 months
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when you start your 10th playthrough and your ass is down, down, down by the river yet again
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Change is beautiful. I know that it sounds insane at first. We have all known the kind of change that made us question our will to still exist. I am saying it despite that. You see, a couple of years ago, I didn't even know that I would be here today, typing away about the beauty of change. Every tomorrow was bleak for me. Monsoon had lasted in my town for more than two years this time. Every day a part of this house would break, every day I would gather all my tools to mend it. Eventually, I got tired. And the tiredness soon turned into exhaustion. The exhaustion slowly internalised into the urge to not be here at all. Breathing began to hurt at more than one place.
I am not necessarily at my best today. I have seen the worst of life in the past few seasons, but I am not at my worst today. I am somewhere there between feeling comfortable with the pain and wanting to heal. When you know a lot of darkness, the light you sought once begins to make you nervous. You don't fear sadness, you fear being happy.
Change is beautiful to me even then because every bit of pain is a new color today. I paint my purple valley pretty with it. Every scar is a lesson I use to mend broken hearts like me. I am a craftswoman now.
Endure, dear love. Pain doesn't come with only one purpose. Something like pain cannot just come to turn your skin blue. They also come to teach you how to collect colors from a dark sky and brighten your world. Things just don't get better. You have to make conscious choices to make them better every day. A good life is no miracle. Miracle is you still trying to create it despite the hardships. That faith is the magic people search for. The willingness is.
Today maybe excruciating, but there will be a tomorrow where all of this makes sense. I promise.
-Sabina Yesmin
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soracities · 9 months
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we NEED more cleaners and bricklayers and scaffolders and delivery drivers in MFA poetry programs. like. immediately.
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lgbtlunaverse · 2 months
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"Marcille hates all of Laios' freak traits but loves them in Falin" is honestly a really good joke but... you guys do know it's a joke right?
It's such a funny one I honestly find it impossible to get mad at even when people mistake it for an actual truth about the characters but JUST TO MAKE IT CLEAR
THIS is how marcille reacts when Falin is predictably just as enthusiastic about eating monsters as her brother was.
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That is not the face of a woman who thinks this trait is lovely and endearing as long as it's exhibited by the girl she loves. That is the face of a woman who is taking 7d8 psychic damage and yet knows deep in her heart she won't like Falin any less for it.
The way young Marcille reacts to Falin eating berries Marcille can't recognize but Falin knows are safe is pretty similar to how she reacts to eating monsters years later, albeit with more fear than disgust. The difference in her relationships with Laios and Falin isn't just that she's attracted to Falin, it's because the Touden siblings, while similar, are in fact different people. Not just genderswaps of each other.
Also, I think you all already know this, but just to say it: she doesn't actually hate Laios for any of his freak tendencies either. He's one of her best friends. She's just a lot quicker to be outwardly exasperated with him while she's quieter about it with Falin.
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petricorah · 3 months
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scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]
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cursed-angelic-art · 5 months
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I need to write about how Jun Wu's belief that everyone has the capacity for evil, if you just push them hard enough, torment them long enough, is directly contradicted by the entire story of tgcf, which posits that, actually everyone has the capacity for good. The misogynistic womanizer, the depraved cannibal, the man dead set on revenge, the one filled with envious resentment, are all able to do the right thing when it comes down to it. In a way, doing good is a surrender, it's giving up, it's as easy as falling asleep. And it's so much easier than letting the evils of your past dog your heels for hundreds of years. Isn't it such a release to change? To not be stuck in your old ways?
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uncanny-tranny · 3 months
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I think it's incredibly important to remind folks on testosterone or folks who want to reverse patterned baldness about their options, but man, does it sometimes suck wondering how much of our insecurities about our hair stem from backwards beliefs that to strive towards beauty is not only preferable but "makes you good."
As someone with a rather masculinized body pre-medical transition, patterned baldness has always seemed neutral. Hair is incredibly important (hell, much of my own energy is spent on my hair because I like it), but the pressure to have hair, to have hair the "right way" is something that I absolutely loathe.
I'm not here to judge people who don't want patterned hair loss or baldness, I'm here to say that those traits will never make you lesser. Not only is it neutral, but it is also just as worthy and beautiful.
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