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furiousfinnstan · 9 months
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GUYS THE ONLY SERBIAN LGBT MAGAZINE IS SHUTTING DOWN UNLESS THEY GET ENOUGH D0NATIONS PLEASE SHARE THIS,THERES ONLY 20 DAYS LEFT TO GATHER THE MONEY
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danskjavlarna · 12 days
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Newsworthy: a collection of weird headlines and book titles.
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stoicmike · 23 days
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I doubt if there is an optimist anywhere who has read a lot of history... -- Michael Lipsey
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fxck · 1 year
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lifeinbooks · 1 year
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Ja sam najdepresivnija, pozitivna i optimistična osoba koju ja poznajem, isto tako najnesigurnija osoba puna samopouzdanja.
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a-path-by-the-moon · 2 years
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kat-katharsis · 6 months
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I fucking love optimistic nihilism.
Yeah, life is meaningless, existence is pointless, we are simply a insegnifigent speck in the grand scheme of the universe, our world is burning. So stop caring about it so much. Enjoy what you have! Indulge in the good parts! Be a good person! We're all gonna die so have some fucking fun!
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pathofregeneration · 2 years
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The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns. The pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.
Khalil Gibran
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quotecollector14 · 7 months
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"The writer Philip Pullman once said poetry is not a fancy way of giving you information; it’s an incantation. It is actually a magical spell. It changes things; it changes you. I come to you in the midst of the fires of hate with the sincere belief that we can be forged into something more beautiful on the other side. That doesn’t make me an optimist – it makes me a poet. And to be a poet is to resurrect dead things – like hope. To be a poet is to be an ambassador for humanity in a society with an allergic reaction to itself. To be a poet is to notice the quiet magic that sustains life. Is to tune each word to the hum of it. Find majesty and magnificence in the muck. Poetry is not merely a genre of literature, it is a mode of living. Something we can all do if we allow ourselves to be beautiful. So won’t you please, allow yourself to be beautiful.” --Alok Vaid-Menon
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ofstoriesandstardust · 8 months
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optimist
updated 09.12.23
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a fic series inspired entirely by finneas' optimist album
a concert six months from now - bradley “rooster” bradshaw
the kids are all dying - jake “hangman” seresin (maroon universe)
happy now? - jake “hangman” seresin
only a lifetime - rebel mitchell
the 90s - pete “maverick” mitchell/tom “iceman” kazansky
love is pain - bradley “rooster” bradshaw
peaches étude - bradley and sunshine
hurt locker - bradley “rooster” bradshaw
medieval - jake “hangman” seresin
someone else’s star - rebel mitchell & rooster bradshaw
around my neck - jake “hangman” seresin (maroon universe)
what they’ll say about us - bradley and sunshine 
how it ends - rebel and coyote
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thisthat-ortheother · 10 days
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wallsandtrains · 4 months
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Optimist San Francisco 1-7-24
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arcadebroke · 7 months
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adamisshortforadamant · 3 months
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wisdomfish · 4 months
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The pessimist and the optimist
G. K. Chesterton wrote about the pessimist and the optimist in his book Orthodoxy. He said that both outlooks on life were lacking, because the optimist wanted to cover up the flaws of this world and accept it as it was, while the pessimist wanted to be done with this world because it was beyond repair. He said we have to love this world enough to see it changed, and that is how we keep pressing forward. He wrote,
We have to feel the universe at once as an ogre’s castle, to be stormed, and yet as our own cottage, to which we can return at evening. No one doubts that an ordinary man can get on with this world: but we demand not strength enough to get on with it, but strength enough to get it on. Can he hate it enough to change it, and yet love it enough to think it worth changing? Can he look up at its colossal good without once feeling acquiescence? Can he look up at its colossal evil without once feeling despair?
~  Lara d'Entremont
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