You are unworthy of these realms, you are unworthy of your title. You are unworthy of the love of those you have betrayed!
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Choosing Happiness
It’s odd to think of happiness as a choice but it is. We choose whether or not we are happy. I don’t mean that we are in control every moment or that we have any say in how much serotonin and/or dopamine our brains produce. I mean happiness in a general sense of the word.
Some people find it easier than others to be happy. Some people are able to float along through life untethered by depression and unhappiness. Others find the opposite to be true. These are the people who can’t get up in the morning, can’t face another person, can’t deal with the simplest things. I am one of these people.
I’ve gone to therapy and I’ve been medicated. They were things that helped for a little while. They were things that worked until my depression and anxiety got louder than my therapist and the numbness of drugs wasn’t nice anymore. So I stopped.
Last year was one of the worst years of my depression I have ever faced. I have never felt so alone and so calmly suicidal in all my life. Every day a voice inside me told me that it’d be better to just kill myself. It wasn’t dramatic or emotional, it was simply matter-of-fact. And that was the scariest part.
Lucky for me, I got past it. Things happened in my life that shifted my focus. I haven’t gone back to therapy or anything like that, but that’s mostly because I can’t afford it right now. So this is my therapy. This is my connection to something outside myself. A way to let go of the things that don’t matter.
This is my reminder to choose happiness.
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Lifehacks: 10 Tips To Make Life Easier
- Pump up the volume by placing your iPhone & iPod in a bowl - the concave shape amplifies the music.
- Bake cupcakes directly in ice-cream cones, so much more fun and easier to eat.
- Freeze Aloe Vera in ice-cube trays for soothing sunburn relief.
- Stop cut apples browning in your child’s lunch box by securing with a rubber band.
- Turn your muffin pan upside down, bake cookie-dough over the top and you have cookie bowls for ice-cream.
- Store bed linen sets inside one of their own pillowcases mean no more hunting through piles for a match.
- Pack shoes inside shower caps to stop dirty soles rubbing on your clothes - you can find them for free in just about every hotel.
- Baby powder gets sand off your skin easily - add it to your beach bag for a quick clean up!
- Find tiny lost items like earrings by putting a stocking over the vacuum hose.
- Make an instant cupcake carrier by cutting crosses into a box lid.
Source: Lifehacker
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Best holiday card award goes to SNL
Spicy!
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I appreciate that this is the world my future children will be born into. Yes, there’s a “boy” kitchen and a “girl” kitchen but ten years ago that would have been a little girl pretending to cook. This is a step in the right direction. It can only get better.
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Georgia On My Mind
You know that thing jerks do when you’re singing a song?
*You singing*
Jerk: “Who sings this song?”
You: “It’s ——”
Jerk: “Ah. You should probably let them keep singing it then.”
I hate that.
But I just did it to myself. “Georgia On My Mind” came on and I started singing along and then I realized that I can’t sing as well as Ray Charles. So I stopped.
It’s Just Something in My Eye
“Crying at a Muppets movie” said a mother, incredulously, as we left the theater. I was looking down and trying not to make eye contact with anyone to hide the fact that I had been crying so I don’t know if she was talking about me or herself. Her tone of voice was definitely targeted towards an adult and not her child.
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Fassbender has a drink & cigar and I have a red velvet cupcake. Kinda sums it up.
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Dream: The Kennedys
Dreamt that I was related to Jackie O. and that the Kennedy family had accepted me as one of their own. We were at the beach, enjoying a family outing when Marilyn Monroe showed up. She looked gorgeous in her bathing suit and began an incredibly inappropriate flirtation with JFK. Jackie felt uncomfortable and dowdy so she went off to take care of the children further down the way.
When Jackie left, Ethel and I got Marilyn alone and kicked her ass. How dare she flaunt the affair in front of Jackie. We left her bloody and sobbing in a secluded part of the beach. You don’t mess with the Kennedys.
That’s when I woke up, confused as to why I had this specific dream.
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