Illness and death are facts of life

– Buddhism teaches us to be mindful but not fearful of it ‘It doesn’t take a deep understanding of Buddhism to acknowledge that sickness, old age, and death are inevitable facts of life.’ The art of developing a healthy relationship with our own mortality lies in neither avoiding the reality of suffering nor obsessing over it By Nadine Levy Over the last year, I have spent a lot of time eating…

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I'm definitely projecting but Machete with religous/contamination OCD with a particular emphasis on cleanliness of the soul.

At least to some degree, I'd say.

y'all not to be horny for fluff and affection

but imagine being called peach by Eddie.

Imagine being pulled into a deep hug, head on his chest and head on top of yours and he just goes "there's my peach."

or you're rambling about something and all of your thoughts are making him just get this goofy little smile of his where he's looking at you as though you hung the moon and stars, and just goes "you're just such a peach, you know that?"

Can you imagine the adoration? the love? the affection that this man would and could put into this word?

I'm just putting that out there, just for fun and me time, I'm just sayin, it could be really cool and nice. Could really get your face blushing and you trying to hide a smile and that makes him gush about you even more.

Oh my gods.

maomao (out of genuine concern): are you not getting any sleep sir?

jinshi: you just don't want to spend any time with me why do you hate me so much???????????????

Do we ever get an explanation for why Midvalley can kill people with his saxophone.... or is that something nobody really questions

Okay, so if I were to hypothetically make a comic about my version of the Isekai’d to the West reader was going to get help cutting her hair, who would help her out of these choices?

just saw mp100 trivia that reigen would leave spirits n such to mob if he died

and now i need fic in which reigen elaborately fakes his death for Reasons (bad ones probably) and leaves like, 16-year-old mob in charge of this whole shitty exorcism business while he drags serizawa into his hiding from creditors or internet trolls or whoever

(mob is probably aware from the start that reigen's alive, in spite of reigen definitely not telling him, but he can't just go hunt him down bcos 'shishou has his reasons' and also 'who would run the business if i left to find him' so he just Deals. intersperse chapters of mob attempting to run a business and getting overwhelmed and calling his friends to help with chapters of reigen roadtrip fake death shenanigans. by the end of it reigen's started up some other totally shady business under an assumed name but like, right next door to spirits and such.)

Anyway this is what I mean by I want to see Adam and Jesus talk

Ur 20s are just discovering new types of isolation and sadness every day. Life is beautiful and glory glory glory amen. but also. What the fuck am I doing wrong

U know when u finally meet up with friends and everything just feels terrible and distant and things weren't /bad/ but they sure weren't good either? And you leave feeling worse than you did when you arrived? And you realize how little in common you have? And your concerns and priorities and interests are so violently divergent? And you wonder was it always this way? Or have things changed that dramatically? Have /I/ changed that dramatically? Have I been so isolated the last years of covid with tumblr friends being some of my only contact with ppl my age that I got so used to having people wild about the same intersection of concerns that I don't know how to deal with "normal" concerns anymore? Or has it always been this way? Were conversations about boyfriends and buying condos and yet another international vacation always this soulless??? This empty? This isolating?

I don't want to say like. Oh my friends are so detached from my lived reality and their concerns about wealth are so far removed from mine. As is their relationship stuff. And their family stuff. And sometimes they seem a little cruel and judgemental. Not to me. But to the world at large. And I don't have space for that kind of casual callousness in my heart anymore? And maybe IM the judgemental pretentious one, constantly stuck in a little introspective loop, so utterly disconnected. But maybe I'm not. Surely it's not better to live emotionally and spiritually emptier, even if it seems to an outsider more fulfilling. Or maybe the shared grad school experience was the common thread and it was always going here when we left school.

I love them dearly, but I don't KNOW them anymore it feels. Everything is so surface level. And theres nothing wrong with casual friends for dinner and terrible movies once a month. I just. Didn't expect it here.

idk the way both tom and emily react when adira is out of the picture and presumed potentially dead or suffering atrocities at the hands of the state (hint: it's the latter) is interesting to me

she's so me we're copy pastes of each other we're twins born from the same womb neil stole my brain and is keeping it in a jar for inspiration she's with me in weird subliminal ways i talk to her in my head

The Day Ram Dass Died

— He taught me to be more curious, present, and self-loving. His final lesson was more surprising. By Christopher Fiorello I woke up every thirty minutes the night before Ram Dass died. Stretching my perception through the big divider that separated his study—where I lay on a narrow couch—from his bedroom, I’d count the seconds between the short, ragged breaths churning through his sleep-apnea…

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Ang is alive (sorry if you already knew that): https://youtu.be/EQPBlqMGrHo?si=hP-gwdT8a7ChifEH

its ok! i didn't think she was dead since EOL isn't necessarily on death row from what i gather but if anyone wants an update. i will say im a little concerned about the whole alien thing but thats neither here nor there

annihllated by my pottery teacher today. she said that my fear of destroying the piece i was working on certainly extends into other areas of my life (true) and that pottery class is a great place to work through inhibitions that prohibit me from doing things without worry. she said it's a controlled environement that can be used to practice different skills and deal with issues preventing me from living, literally word for word what they say in group therapy xD

--// It is sweet Sunday now, I've decided that, so I can post only wholesome things. Protective industrial-grade murderbot can be very wholesome.

I saw this TikTok of someone saying "things to avoid if you're spiritually gifted"

And I saw shit like pork and seafood

And my take on that is shut the fuck up 💀