Go get yourself some cute ass shit. Something thatās cute as hell that resonates with you. Recently just picked up this little bag for the gym/life, and Jesus the Little bear ears are so adorable what the hell. Care Bears are my personal favorite cute shits. bedtime bear n friend bear.
Iām not going to lie, I used to be the type to cringe at adults whose beds were covered in stuffed animals and still do believe there should be a cut off but I just recently began growing my family of plushies and itās really upgraded my lounging time, of which there is a lot of. Sometimes Iām not sure what my overall aesthetic is or how I want my home to look but I think itās somewhere between Korean minimalism and straight up age regressed paradise. Iām unashamed of the joy it brings me to walk into a store, suddenly come across a plushie I feel drawn to and bring it home with a newfound name/personality. My first one was a four foot teddy bear handed down to me by a follower after I posted how much I wanted a giant teddy bear. Shout out to them. His name is Genji, named after Murasaki Shikibuās āThe Tale of Genjiā: a classic work of Japanese literature written in the early 11th century centered on the life and loves of a handsome son born to an Emperor. Then, I have a Harbour seal whoās name I forgot so I renamed him Melvin, a grey bunny named Roger and a pink squishmallow named Martha May Vicky Christina Barcelona. I donāt know why theyāre mostly male so donāt ask me. I look forward to extending this family.
The only thing to figure out is that there is nothing to figure out, you just exist.
You arenāt a project that has a final answer, you are a just person.
Even if there was such an answer, what if you never āfigure it outā? Will that stop you from living the life you want to live?
The answer to that question should always be no (unless youāre a scoundrel then control yaself)
Just existing isnāt the end of this, but choosing to live will be
Pain is a part of nature and the cycle of life
To complain and stress about pain is to complain about the beauty of life The beauty of life is not only the happy moments in life but the fact that something comes after,
Pain is part of what it means to be human
It is not the enemy Even if it was,
Acceptance and love for yourself will triumph everytime
It snowed last night in my area, making the sidewalks wet on my way to school today(first day). As I walked in I forgot to fully wipe my shoes, resulting in me walking down the hallway sounding like spongebob with his annoying squeaky boots. bar for bar squeak for squeak. As awkward and embarrassing as it was, I just walked with a smile and laughed with the people in the hall. Awkward situations like this would cripple a younger me in the moment and after, but now they make me smile and laugh. They remind me everything ends up being okay in the end. Life continues on, memories fade, emotions go away. Taking life to seriously drags down some of the funniest moments in life, laugh at yourself and be you