tiny human, big world

in the habit of meaning-making. 26.
prinsomnia:
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prinsomnia:

fellows in violet and green ✸ part of a growing collection! (3/7) 🌷🌈

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taohun:

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wake up babe new mitski article that will steal your breath from your chest just dropped

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happyheidi:

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sandmoonyelse:

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expressions-of-nature:

Fontainebleau State Park, Louisiana by Lana Gramlich

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i want to tend to beautiful things and people!! but it’s so hard when i’m inundated with paperwork, phone calls, convos where i can tell the other person hates their job and feels trapped talking to me.

when i’m reminded of my own body’s limitations at each turn.

i swallow so much anger i’m worried that i’ll spit fire at undeserving people and destroy my tenderness.

it feels like all i notice is how systems and people are crumbling, and it just is no way to live. i’m getting past the young adult stage and find whimsy rarer to encounter, and i need it. i need it.

expressions-of-nature:

Summit Lake, Washington by me-wa

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firstfullmoon:

When I was in my twenties I was also struggling with the idea of being here and being alive. And there were points where it felt miraculous that I survived. I think I've had points in my life where curiosity has won out over my own nihilistic impulses. // Martin: You mean curiosity about what could happen next if you stick around? // Abdurraqib: Yeah. I kind of wanna see what's on the other side of an hour or a day. My process now if I'm in a state of depression or anxiety, both of which I have lived with for much of my life, I ask myself in the morning, "How good do I feel about being alive today?"ALT
Thankfully these days, more times than not, the answer is at the very least, "Pretty good." Some days it's "very good." But there are some days where the answer is, "Not very good at all." And then it becomes a descending clock. It's no longer, "How do I feel about being alive today?" it's "How do I feel about being alive this hour?" / And if the answer is still "Not very good" then it's, "How do I feel about being alive in the next 20 minutes?" If the answer is still "Not very good" then it gets a little more urgent and I ask, "What curiosity can propel me towards the next five minutes?" If I move through the day I will find an accumulation of things that propel me to the next day where the answer might be different and better.ALT

Hanif Abdurraqib, in “Why this poet sees grief as its own kind of spiritual practice

vangoghcore:

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inkskinned:

one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just “fucking listen”, which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it’s almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it’s almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i’ll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say “nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it” and know that i don’t need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn’t safe. i’m calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn’t understand why her kid “just got so angry.” this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of “gentle parenting”. he says they’ll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i’m going to love them for it.

i really don’t deserve to be screamed at, belittled, or dismissed

i don’t deserve to have my efforts sabotaged

i don’t deserve to be ignored in important moments

i’m trying so hard to get better, push forward no matter how much it hurts, but some things remain the same

i’m wishing that my whole life can get so much better when i move away

nemfrog:

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British fungi. 1886. Book cover.

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