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super-ezma-system:

you-had-me-at-e-flat-major:

mr brightside

bright me a side

Come out of your cage

And do me just fine
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wilwheaton:

I’m having a bad day. It happens. So I take my own advice for people who are having a bad day, and I get out of my house. I go for a walk. I work hard to push negative and hurtful thoughts out of my head, and I replace them with positive things. It’s little observations at first, like the trees are starting to drop their leaves, a dog has a cute beard, this person’s Halloween graveyard has tons of great puns in it. 

I take this positive voice that’s enjoying things in the neighborhood, and I use it to talk to myself. I remind myself that my experience is valid, even if random strangers who know nothing about my experience tell me that it doesn’t, on account of my privilege and success. I remind myself that this terrible way I feel isn’t forever. I remind myself that my wife and children love me. I remind myself to make an appointment with my therapist.

I’ve walked a couple of miles by the time I get back to my street, and when I’m a few houses away from mine, I feel better. I still don’t feel good, but I’ve moved my day from a 1 to a 2 on my 5 point scale. It isn’t the 4 I am hoping to achieve, but it’s better, and just moving from 1 to 2 is enough.

I am enough. I am enough for my wife and my kids and my dogs, and I’m learning to be enough for myself. I’m learning to let go – trying to let go – of the  pain I feel whenever I’m reminded that I’m not enough for at least one person in my life, because it’s not my fault.

One of my neighbors comes out of her house and tells me that her daughter’s English teacher is a fan of my writing, and when he mentioned it to her class, she told him that we’re neighbors. He was excited by that, and asked her to ask me if I’d come into the class to talk to them about writing and being a writer.

I tell her that I’d love to do it. I don’t tell her how humbling and overwhelming it is to feel wanted by someone because I’ve done things that matter. I hope she doesn’t see me squeeze the tears back into the corners of my eyes.

Her daughter comes outside, and we talk about me coming to her class to talk about writing and being a writer. She tells me how much her teacher loves me (those are her exact words) and I feel so lucky and grateful to have done something that somebody cares about, something that a teacher feels makes me worthy of speaking to a class of 11th graders.

So I give them my email address, and we resolve to coordinate with her teacher next week. I’ll probably go speak to her class sometime in December.

By the time I’m done talking with them, I have moved from a 2 to a 3 on my 5 point scale, and that’s a HUGE improvement over the 1 I was feeling when I walked down my driveway.

So I’m sharing this good news that I hope inspires and comforts anyone else who is having a bad day. It’s possible, through loving ourselves and allowing the kindness of others to get past our defenses, to turn a day that’s awful into a day that’s okay, and it can happen really quickly.

I’m glad I took my own advice, and I’m grateful that I have an opportunity to share it with all of you who are reading this.
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Wil, do you have any advice for trying to get out of a self-deprecating mindset? It's really, really

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I feel ya. What I do is acknowledge and accept that negative voice that my father planted in me, when I hear it him) speaking to (yelling at) me. Then – and this is the important part – I tell that voice to shut the fuck up forever (really, I say exactly those words) and I tell myself, with the most loving and compassionate voice I can muster (the one I use when I talk with my wife and kids, who I love more than anything in this universe), to remember the good things I have done, even if they are things that I know aren’t going to convince my father to love me, because they are objectively good things that I’ve put into the world. 

I think we have to speak to ourselves with a loving and compassionate voice from our hearts, even when our heads don’t want to let us, and when we remind ourselves to do that, we can take the step forward, even if we know we’re going to take two steps back again. Eventually, with practice and commitment and therapy and the support of whoever your Anne Wheaton is, we can start taking more steps forward than backward. But it isn’t easy and it hurts and it’s totally normal to spend days or weeks feeling like you’re doing it all wrong.

I don’t know if your negative voice has its origins in a similar place as mine, but identifying where my negative inner voice comes from was the key to opening a door that had kept me locked in a room for my whole life. 

I realize I’ve made your question all about me and my pain, and that’s built on a presumption that our inner voices come from similar places (psychology says they usually do). If this wasn’t helpful to you, I apologize, and I hope it was helpful to someone.

EDIT TO ADD: another thing I do whenever I can, is praise and compliment myself, out loud, when I catch myself doing something good or kind or challenging. I will say some version of, “Nice job, Wheaton!” because we all deserve positive reinforcement.
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baras:

miguel-the-sexy-and-powerful-god:

shibakisses:

jackchasejfc:

every time I use “they” to refer to a single gender-unknown person on Tumblr, another piece of my grammar-filled heart shatters, and the pieces scatter at the bottom of hell

“They” has been a singular pronoun for hundreds of years, you melodramatic dipshit.

well… actually… no… they is plural. people use they when they should use he, she, or it.

dense motherfucker, the pronoun “they” is an english equivalent for the third person indefinite singular and has been for literally centuries. it remains morphologically and syntactically plural therefore you don’t need to shit your little pantaloons at compromising your surely rock solid grammar rules.

i guarantee every fuckin time you’ve ever had to refer to a person of an unknown gender you’ve used “they” subconsciously. (“The post clerk gave me a message for you.” “Oh, what did they say?”) but you only have a problem with it when people specify it as a pronoun for themselves because you’re a shitlord i fuckin guess.

grammarized straight into hell
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cornflakesdoesart:

althought I wanted to finish these while it was winter , it’s still snowing here so  here, some warmly dressed folks!

@czaaritsa
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stephrc79:

theaquaticlifewithstevezissou:

something that no one asked for but I still think it’s necessary: my favorite letterboxd lists

Scuse you, I think we all asked for this.
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theshitpostcalligrapher:

corporationsarepeople:

biscuit-and-jam:

theshitpostcalligrapher:

the-nekoromancer:

the-nekoromancer:

one-real-summer:

theshitpostcalligrapher:

theshitpostcalligrapher:

theshitpostcalligrapher:

TODAY ON TERRIBLE TEXTBOOK FINDS

SOMEONE PLEASE BUY THIS OFF ME I THINK IVE BROEKN MY HAND

Speaking of unfortunate acronyms, the one for some new program we’re doing at work is HPV

I cannot remember what the V stands for… Haystack Procedure something or other (haystack being our company name)

Universal Workers Union (UWU)

I just remembered a Real british one that is even better. National Union of Teachers:

Or NUT.

OH MY GOD

You are like little baby, watch this

(United catholics for México)

I just gotta say,

y’all.

HOLY FUCK I REMEMBER THIS i remember being given the option to buy these on shirts back when I was in Taekwondo in high school 
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mr-egbutt:

residentevils:

when u accidently type me instead of my 

accidentally typing “yeha” instead of “yeah”
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neutralfightmilkhotel:

not-in-front-of-the-klingons:

not-in-front-of-the-klingons:

On new years eve here in New Zealand some people built a sandcastle island complete with a picnic table when the tide was out so that when the tide came back in they would have their own private island and therefor not be subject to the local liquor ban.

Good Job New Zealand

you forgot the best part:
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dusktreadereats:

I’m trying to prove something to my cat.
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things-that-are-great:

Got something you need to do at a certain time every day (e.g., take meds)?  Start giving your cat a treat right before you do it.  You may have trouble remembering, but your cat absolutely will not.  

This might be the most genius idea I’ve ever read.
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