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livingwellnessblog · 11 months
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Embracing Slow Living: A Guide to Living More Mindfully for the Bliss seeker.
Embracing Slow Living: A Guide to Living More Mindfully for the Bliss seeker. In today’s fast-paced world, where hustle and bustle seem to be the norm, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed and disconnected. We often find ourselves caught up in a whirlwind of responsibilities, commitments, and constant distractions.  However, there is a growing movement towards embracing a slower, more intentional way…
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namitha · 11 months
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In July, as the sun shines and the days lengthen, may you discover the joy of being your authentic self. Embrace your uniqueness and let it radiate in every interaction and experience. Take the time to appreciate the beauty in simplicity, finding love in the little things that often go unnoticed. Pause to savor the sweetness of a quiet morning, the laughter shared with loved ones, or the feeling of warm sand beneath your toes. May this month be a reminder to cherish each fleeting moment, for it is in these small and simple pleasures that life's truest happiness resides.🌻
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home-ward · 1 year
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And so the season of fairies begins. The blooms outside are becoming abundant.
My imagination is waking up.
Some days are so sweet that they feel like sunlight on my skin, the relief after monotonous rainy days.
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inspiredaffirmations · 8 months
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The Merchant and the Sage | A Zen Story
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pastel-charm-14 · 3 months
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:* savor the little moments *:・゚✧*:・゚
slow down: pause, take a deep breath, and truly be present in the moment. whether it's a sip of your favorite tea or the warmth of the sun on your skin, soak it all in.
practice gratitude: take a moment each day to reflect on the small blessings in your life. even on tough days, there's always something to be thankful for.
find joy in simplicity: it's the little things—a blooming flower, a cozy blanket, a heartfelt conversation—that often bring the most happiness. cherish them.
embrace spontaneity: let go of rigid plans and allow yourself to be open to unexpected moments of delight. life is full of surprises, so why not welcome them with open arms?
cultivate mindfulness: train your mind to focus on the here and now, rather than dwelling on the past or worrying about the future. the present moment is where true joy resides.
connect with nature: spend time outdoors, breathing in the fresh air and marveling at the beauty of the natural world. there's something magical about the simplicity of a sunrise or a starry night sky.
share moments with loved ones: laughter is sweeter when shared with friends, and memories are richer when made with family. cherish these connections and hold them close to your heart.
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moonkisseddelight · 1 year
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And then, for the first time in my life, I feel better and have hope for something better!!! 🩷 💕💖💗
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mossyrockisland · 2 years
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I finally got HHP :)
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felixwylde · 2 months
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Centennial Reflections Unfold
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. Dear Future Me,As I pen this letter, I marvel at our journey—a tapestry woven with joy, discovery, and resilience, leading us to this centennial milestone. I wonder about the inclusivity and kindness of your world, hoping it reflects the dreams we harbored for a society that embraces and celebrates diversity. The pursuit of authenticity has been a…
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tgirlyellow · 4 months
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boy pablo - Wachito Rico
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Favorite song on here is wachito rico :3
This is such a fun album and they're such a fun band !! The music is really fun and the lyrics are simple in a really charming way :3 I've seen them live twice and it's always such a blast !!!!!!
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manoasha · 6 months
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The Theory of Minimalism
Embracing Simplicity: The Theory of Minimalism Unveiled Introduction: In a world characterized by constant stimuli and excess, the theory of minimalism emerges as a refreshing antidote. This lifestyle philosophy, rooted in simplicity, encourages individuals to declutter their lives, both physically and mentally. Key Principles of Minimalism: Simplicity in Possessions: Minimalism advocates for…
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clickedge23 · 7 months
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(via "Awesome things INSIDE" Magnet for Sale by ClickEdge1) 
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candylandphotos · 10 months
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Beautiful fashion beauty model with simple makeup cosmetics
"Graceful Simplicity: A Fusion of Fashion and Beauty, Where Minimalist Makeup and Chic Cosmetics Create Timeless Elegance ✨👗 #EffortlessCharm #NaturalGlamour"
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Thinking Like Picasso: A Fresh Perspective on Game Design
🎮 Excited to share "Thinking Like Picasso: A Fresh Perspective on Game Design"! 🖌️🎨 Step into the mind of Picasso and discover a whole new way to approach game design🕹️ #GameDesign #Picasso #Innovation #AdobeFirefly
Section 1: Unleashing Your Inner Picasso: An IntroductionSection 2: Breaking the Mold: Shattering ConventionsUnleash Your Inner Maverick:Beyond the Comfort Zone:Thinking Outside the HUD:Redefining Progression:Dare to Innovate:Section 3: The Art of Simplicity: Less is MoreDiscovering Elegance in Simplicity:Stripping Away the Clutter:A Seamless Journey:Embracing the Zen of Gaming:Lessons from…
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tojisun · 8 months
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simon (ghost) riley x fem reader
!! suggestive-ish; hinted age difference (20s vs 30s); hinted d/s; minors dni
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“why won’t you fuck me?”
your pitiful voice stops simon from moving, his feet stuttering with muted thuds. he breathes in sharply, not having expected the words that slipped from your lips, before he turns and tips his head towards you.
you’re trembling, and simon doesn’t know if it’s because of the cool air or the intensity of your emotions, those that urged you to whine at his pathetic display of restraint, but still he hesitates. afraid that if he comes close, then the remnant of his patience will finally snap.
because it’s not that simon wouldn’t fuck you – god knows there’s nothing more he’d want to do than love you slowly and deeply, caressing you tenderly until you are trembling at the intensity of his passion; until the doubts are finally crushed by the force of his affections – but it’s that he knew you deserve someone better.
someone who wouldn’t leave you for months and years long because of a mission. someone who’d stay by your side each and every hour because he knows you (sometimes he wished he didn’t, if only to make it easier to forget about you), and he knows that you need someone to spoil you. to pamper you.
simon knows you deserve more than the world, knows that he can only give you pieces of it but he’s selfish. he’s a monster wearing a human suit – incapable of surrendering, incapable of giving you up.
because simon knows you deserve better but gods he doesn’t want to let you go.
he moves to speak but you beat him to it, your lips wobbling as tears trickle down the corners of your eyes like molten diamonds. “you parade me around like a trophy wife but you won’t even give me a portion of that attention. you-”
his heart stops at the choked sob that gets stuck in the base of your throat, your face crumpling as you tremble at the intensity of your heartache.
it was instant how he moved to you, his frantic steps echoing against the cobblestone. he takes you in his arms, tucking your head underneath his chin and engulfing you in his embrace, hoping that you’d hear the staccato of his heart and know that it only ever beats for you.
you whine like you couldn’t decide if you want his comfort or not and simon freezes, afraid that he’s just heightened your bleeding heart. he moves to step away, his lips parting for an apology, but you clutch at the ends of his shirt, refusing to let go.
he follows your silent command – simon will follow you no matter where, no matter what – and presses you close again, his warmth mixing with yours and chasing away the goosebumps that littered your skin.
he kisses the top of your head, breathing you in. simon mulls over what to say, his own hesitation bursting at the corners of his mind, but he wants to stop pretending. he wants to stop lying to himself.
you love him and he loves you – sometimes, it could be that easy.
words aren’t his strongest suits but he tries anyway. “i love you,” he begins, the words slipping past his teeth with the simplicity of the truth. “i burn with the desire to be with you, sweet girl. but not this way. not yet.”
you tip your head up just enough to catch his gaze and simon croons at your swollen eyes, pressing gentle kisses on your eyebrows in comfort.
“why not?” you ask, ever so stubborn.
“because there are preparations that need to be done,” he replies, humming when your eyes widen in surprise. “i want to make love with you, sweetheart. not just make it as something fast and temporary.”
he watches you breathe in shakily.
“would you want that?” simon continues amidst your silence, his hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.
you bite your bottom lip and nod. he clicks his tongue. “use y’r words. i need to hear it from you.”
“yes please,” you whisper, and simon coos at the broken rumble of your voice, still heavy with doubt. “i- yes. please, simon. i’d love that.”
“me too, sweet girl.” simon kisses your forehead, sealing the promise. “i’d love nothing more.”
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cute-sucker · 25 days
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"❀˚ rafe is so attentive to you. he might be busy ‘handling business’ all the time, but he’ll drop everything if something’s bothering you. he wants you to live a cozy, carefree life, physical proof to you and everyone else that he can maintain that for you. so, when you show up at tannyhill with tears in your eyes, he goes straight into problem solving mode. ˚❀༉‧₊" - (x) inspired by @maiiuelle
you were in a foul mood. one that left you nothing but in shivers, and sniffles. you were holding yourself together until you saw rafe. you had started working lately, telling rafe that you could handle it and that you hated the way that he had to pay for everything. 
you worked at a meek small cafe, serving tables, and coming home greasy and bubbly. sometimes you'd bring free leftover fries, and rafe would kiss you, telling you that there was enough money to pay for it. but you liked it. you liked the simplicity rafe liked seeing you happy.
but today everything was horrible. from the way that the day started from the way you felt in the beginning. you had hit your toe on the door and chipped a nail. then there was a man who yelled at you for getting his order wrong, and you ended up having chunks of potato puree in your hair after a toddler grappled for the food you were serving.
so there you were at tanyhill. staring up at the daunting building, as hot tears streamed down your face. you felt caged in as your arms were wrapped around your body. you felt small, almost as if you could disappear the moment something was uttered.
rafe had given you the key to the house. that's the way he was, giving you small things. giving you small things that you'd always hold close to your heart. sometimes he'd just gaze at you, kiss your forehead and call you his "sweet girl," and you felt your whole body blaze with a fire. and so you gently swung open, the hall echoing with emptiness, you felt yourself smile gently. 
tanyhill reminded you of rafe. and rafe reminded you of good things. yet your foul mood followed you, and somehow there was this inkling feeling that rafe wouldn't allow you to keep your job if he knew how horrible the service was. 
but you couldn't help yourself as you bundled in rafe's bedsheets, smelling that scent of his, and wearing one of his polo's. your hand ached towards the phone, yet you held back. he was probably handling business, but it was finally when you picked up the phone and dialled his number. he picked up in one ring.
"rafe?" you sniffed out, your voice scratchy.
"what's wrong?" rafe murmured back. you could almost hear the alarm in his voice and could feel the way he was probably pacing around. he was probably going to be in trouble. that caused you to wilt even more, as you tried to stammer out your sentence. 
"i need you." 
˚❀༉‧₊˚.
you could imagine what rafe was thinking. he was probably worried. worried out of his mind, as you sat in his bed, messy bed head and tears streaming down your face. you heard the creak of the door opening, and there he was.
you saw him, eyes soft as they traced your body. there you were, eyes rubbed red, and a pout on your face. you seemed almost in disbelief, as you stared at him. finally, you jumped into his embrace. it was warm. it was home. you could hear his heartbeat. 
your voice was slurred as you whispered words out, still seeking his warmth.
 "you came." 
it was only here you took a peek at his face, a soft smile was sprawled across his face. 
"you called." 
maybe that was when you realised you loved him. 
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regressionschool · 3 months
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Piddle Pout
One thing that never fails to catch your attention is the mischievous smile they often wear when they first wet their pull-ups. It's a playful expression, full of innocence and excitement, and it's known as the "Piddle Pout."
You see it happen all the time - a girl will be going about her day, playing or chatting with friends, when suddenly she feels the urge to go. There's a moment of hesitation, a brief pause as she realizes what's happening, and then it's like a switch flips in her mind. You watch as they squirm and fidget, their faces lighting up with anticipation. And then, it happens - a small trickle of pee escapes into their pull-ups, and that's when you see it: the Piddle Pout.
It's almost like a secret game they're playing, a little act of rebellion against the rules of adulthood. They know they're not supposed to wet themselves, but there's something thrilling about breaking those rules, about giving in to the urge and letting nature take its course.
It's a look of pure delight, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure they feel in that moment. They may not say anything out loud, but their eyes say it all - they're enjoying every second of it.
You can't help but smile yourself as you witness the Piddle Pout. There's something infectious about their joy, something that makes you appreciate the simplicity and innocence of regression.
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Diaper Pride
 As you go about your duties at the regression school, you often witness the transition of women from pull-ups back to thick, crinkly diapers. There are several reasons why this transition occurs.
One common reason is as a reward for being good little girls. When a woman demonstrates exceptional behavior or meets certain milestones in her regression journey, it's customary to reward her with the privilege of wearing diapers again during the day. This serves as positive reinforcement for embracing her regression and behaving in a childlike manner.
Another reason for the transition is when a woman experiences leaks or messes through her pull-ups. Pull-ups are designed for light to moderate wetting, but sometimes accidents happen, especially as the women regress further and lose some control over their bladders and bowels. In such cases, transitioning back to diapers provides better containment and prevents embarrassing leaks.
When a woman is first put back into diapers during the day, you often observe a sense of pride and excitement on her face. It's as if she's been granted permission to fully embrace her regression and indulge in the comforts of childhood once again. She may giggle and squirm with delight as she feels the familiar sensation of thick padding between her legs and the comforting crinkle of the diaper around her waist.
The other girls in diapers are quick to welcome the new addition to their ranks. They greet her with smiles and hugs, eager to share in the camaraderie of regression. There's a sense of solidarity among them, knowing that they all understand the joys and challenges of wearing diapers during the day. They exchange stories and tips, bonding over their shared experiences and supporting each other through their regression journey.
Meanwhile, the girls still in pull-ups can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as they watch the new girl donning her thick, crinkly diapers. They long to experience the same sense of security and comfort, to be free from the worry of leaks and accidents. Some may even feel a sense of inadequacy, wondering why they haven't progressed to diapers yet and questioning their own regression journey.
But despite their envy, the girls in pull-ups also feel a sense of anticipation, knowing that their turn to wear diapers during the day may come soon. They eagerly await the day when they, too, can join the ranks of the diapered girls and fully embrace their regression without reservation.
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