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jumpingjacktrash:

theangriestlittleunicorn:

the-real-seebs:

the-rain-monster:

shrineart:

vampireapologist:

Honestly something that bothers me more than most things is having my compassion mistaken for naivety.

I know that another fish might eat this bullfrog right after I spend months rehabilitating it.

I know that turning a beetle back onto its legs won’t save it from falling over again when I walk away.

I know that there is no cosmic reward waiting for my soul based on how many worms I pick off a hot sidewalk to put into the mud, or how many times I’ve helped a a raccoon climb out of a too-deep trashcan. 

I know things suffer, and things struggle, and things die uselessly all day long. I’m young and idealistic, but I’m not literally a child. I would never judge another person for walking by an injured bird, for ignoring a worm, or for not really caring about the fate of a frog in a pond full of, y’know, plenty of other frogs.

There is nothing wrong with that.

But I cannot cannot cannot look at something struggling and ignore it if I may have the power to help.

There is so much bad stuff in this world so far beyond my control, that I take comfort in the smallest, most thankless tasks. It’s a relief to say “I can help you in this moment,” even though they don’t understand.

I don’t need a devil’s advocate to tell me another fish probably ate that frog when I let it go, or that the raccoon probably ended up trapped in another dumpster the next night.

I know!!!! I know!!!!!!! But today I had the power to help! So I did! And it made me happy!

So just leave me alone alright thank u!!!!

THIS.

I heard a story about this, a parable I guess.


There was a big storm and a ton of starfish were washed onto the beach, stranded much further up than they could get back and beginning to bake in the post-storm sunshine. A little girl was walking down the beach, picking up starfish and throwing them back into the sea. Some guy comes up and asks her what she’s doing. “Saving the starfish,” she says.

He looks around at the huge beach and the hundreds of starfish, and says “You can’t possibly save them all. I’m afraid you’re not gonna make much of a difference.”

She throws another starfish back into the ocean, and replies “It made a difference to that one.”

Yeah, I mean, we know we can’t change all the things. But have you ever noticed how much better life is when you’re around people who change things when they can?

Kindness is a choice. Even if it’s small, it’s worth it.

when i saved a baby turtle from getting dried out or stepped on in the schoolyard and brought it home, my parents said i could keep it for a while – they usually let me keep the critters i brought home for a day or two, because science. i talked them into letting me keep this one longer, until it was bigger and healthier so it’d have a chance. while i was happily building it a home in a big tupperware cookie box, i overheard my dad saying something about how the turtle would probably not make it even if i rehabilitated it, because it was smaller than it should be for the season.

“it’s not about the turtle,” my mom said, “it’s about whether he’s the kind of person who would pick it up.”

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abigfatbug:

i actually like the new character designs for the I Choose You movie

and no one can stop me

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spartanlocke:

But for real but if ya’ll like soothing music with lots of flute and chimes/bells then Song of the Sea’s OST will be right up your alley. I guarantee it’s one of the prettiest OSTs I’ve ever had the pleasure of listening to.

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buron: “ July Rain (iii) ©sydburon - July ‘17 ”
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philosophicalconservatism:

There are two rival explanations for the absence of an ideal world. The first explanation  is that man in general is a flawed creature. The second, which we may call the “conspiracy” approach, is one  which holds that society would be more or less ideal if it were not for very specific men who just happen to be wielding the power. Now the second outlook is an interesting one in light of the fact that societies all across the world and all across time have all displayed the same type of maladies. To argue that something which is this universal is the result of accidental factors that are unique to every  case is not plausible. “To fix things we must just remove the wrong people from positions of influence” is what this position asserts. How many times has this been attempted, and how many times has it resulted in an even worse state of affairs?  

This is because the danger of this perspective; the perspective that all human problems are caused by uniquely bad and selfish men (even in a free society) is that it naturally leads to the search for some pure hearted saviour, or group of saviours, into whose hands men may legitimately trust their entire fate (because unlike those other men these men will be worthy). This has historically lead to a greater vulnerability to even worse abuses.  The logic of the first perspective described in this peice  is one which by contrast  moves us to limit the power that we place into the hands of any man; and  to prefer precisely those political arrangements which limit power in this way. 

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hobbies masterpost!

killyouranxiety:

a really excellent way to reduce anxiety is to pick up a new hobby. find something you’re interested in, learn it, then use it as a healthy and productive way to cope.

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Nuedori practice | Aria (Suara)
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tommtumb: “Cintiq lost connection with the stylus ”
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