taylortut:

you know what’s wild is that all these crazy standards we hold ourselves to are things that we don’t even value in another person? like i’ve never been like “wow I love that this friend of mine is too proud to ask for help and never complains about their feelings” or “my favorite quality about this friend is that they get straight A’s and never get overwhelmed and has never told me about a problem” or “i love that this friend has never been wrong about anything or slipped up and said something embarrassing once in their life” and yet here we are, pushing ourselves past our limits for and beating ourselves up over slipups of things that our friends probably wouldn’t even rank in the top 50 reasons they like us

obesecamels:

There’s a lot to unpack here.
+the flexibility to get in that pose
+the balance to stay on the skateboard
+the strength to pull back a bowstring with your toes
+the dexterity to hit a target while moving
+the coordination… not hand-eye, but foot-eye
…I don’t know what to do with these things now that I’ve unpacked them…

Church basement aesthetics:

red-isotope:

ebolazaire:

thegestianpoet-archive:

  • Hot cocoa in a Styrofoam cup but
    there’s not enough room in the cup for a full packet of hot cocoa so it’s
    either too strong or too weak
  • A piano that hasn’t been played
    since the 1980s
  • A room that’s always closed and
    has adults talking behind it but you’re not quite sure who they are or if they
    ever leave
  • Donuts that you’re not allowed to
    eat
  • Scented markers and multicolored
    craft sticks in an old basket
  • Veggie tales on VHS and two
    rolling tvs on ancient tv stands
  • A room behind another room that has christmas decorations in it
  • This table:
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  • that one bitch who’s always always wearing tights and a dress even though the basement never gets above like 55 degrees 
  • Dusty ass bibles and one lone dusty ass hymnal
  • Old programs for concerts, baptisms, events, and VBS printed with black ink on colored 8.5″x11″ paper folded in half 
  • Little acrylic bead craft projects in the shapes of lizards or cats that some girl made at church camp and forgot to take home 
  • Glitter but not in the joyful gay way
  • Moms in fleece 

This is fascinating to me because I never went to church, I’m not a Christian, and yet I can so clearly imagine this it’s like I was there

I can smell this post