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a cup of sunshine

Here is a recipe for liquid positivity to help you all through these days.

You’ll need: chamomile fresh ginger (just a little!) fresh lemon honey

optional: homemade cinnamon buns (will heal your heart with immediate effect)

Brew your tea with a bit of ginger and add a squeeze of lemon. Add the honey with a spoon and use it to stir clockwise while thinking of a happy memory. (I might have had a chant for this, but I forgot it already, and it was probably in multiple languages - pardon me, I’m a bit of mess after not leaving the house for two weeks. You can make your own chant if you’want.)

Put on a song that makes you feel good. I chose Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles.

Sit by a window and open it if possible. Breathe.

Drink up. You’re alright.

this is so damn funny lmaooo

Something that bears mentioning: I get why we need to shame straight girls who fetishize mlm ships but. To any straight girls who consistently relate to or resonate with mlm dynamics on a deep level or see themselves in queer male characters. if by any chance this post from a tiny tiny blog crosses your dash. Please take this moment to very privately consider the possibility that you might not be straight. Or a girl.

I keep using my girlfriend with unusual work hours to get out of coworker interactions and happy hours and hanging out.

But now the company holiday party is upon us.

And I’ve been lying about the girlfriend.

I suddenly really empathise with the characters in Hallmark Christmas movies.

all of us have been unlearning problematic things - it’s really malicious and in bad faith to purposefully dig up old posts by someone that do not reflect their current opinions and attack them over it out of context

murderer: (via text) im going to kill you

me: (a week later) omg im so sorry… i saw this when i was in the middle of doing something else and then just completely forgot about it

hold my hand while we look at the stars and talk about how our souls have known each other for a hundred lifetimes

The war in Afghanistan doesn't seem to phase you, because it's not happening to you.

The ethnic cleansing of Palestinians in Palestine doesn't seem to phase you, because it's not happening to you.

The genocide of Uyghur Muslims in Xinjiang doesn't seem to phase you because it's not happening to you.

The genocide of Rohingya Muslims in Burma doesn't seem to phase you because it's not happening to you.

The farmer's protests in India doesn't seem to phase you, because it's not happening to you.

By choosing no side, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. You have chosen to do what is easy, instead of what is right. Just remember that when your children and grandchildren read and learn about the ethnic cleansing and genocides that we are currently witness to, make sure to let them know that you were there when it happened.

“I saw the red flags and warning signs, I heard the victims beg and plead for the world to not turn a blind eye against the injustices they face. I saw the children become orphans, I saw mothers bury their daughters. But it didn't phase me because it wasn't happening to me.”

It is the year of our lord 2022. I told a customer I liked her shoelaces. Not as a tumblr reference, as a genuine compliment. I had forgotten about the meme altogether, and her shoelaces were a pastel ombré of various pinks and oranges, with bronze aglets.

She smirked. I had fallen into her trap. She would later tell me at the register that she bought fancy shoelaces for every pair of her sneakers, for this very reason.

“Thanks.” she said, mischievously grinning, “I stole them from the president.”

I burst out laughing. She smiled triumphantly, and then the snort in my laugh made her laugh. My 40yo coworker looked at us like we were from mars.