moving blogs
hey, uh, something big happened in our sys. and uh. we feel uncomfortable staying on this blog. so you'll find us at @thevoidsarchive . we still have all our side blogs. so uh, cya there
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sorry to reblog a post from like 2015, random tumblr user, but your reblog is the last one without that annoying fucking comment
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sun bears and moon bears make me a little crazy because one is skinny and lanky and has a sun on its chest while the other is huge and fat and has a moon on its chest. they're perfect opposites and somehow naturally evolved like this. literally pokemon behavior
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capybara #126: sweet summer memories
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“Not gay as in happy, but QUEER as in fuck you.”
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And while you’re extending kindness to everyone around you, don’t forget to extend it to yourself as well.
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[id: a light purple userbox with a pastel purple border, and pastel purple text that reads “ this user loves their online friends very much and wishes they could give them a big hug.” the s in friends is in parenthesis. on the left is an image of a purple heart. /end id]
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[id: a light green userbox with a pastel pink border, and pastel pink text that reads “this user loves to organize things, then dump them out and organize them again.” on the left is an image of a small pink heart. /end id]
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We’ll never die
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Dreamy outfit for my regression ^v^
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When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere.
Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.
The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay.
Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.
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