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Just a guy fieri looking for his gurl fieri

@coolmaycroft / coolmaycroft.tumblr.com

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cerastes

BIG fan of taking it easy. HUGE enthusiast of chilling. MASSIVE supporter of not taking things in the worst way and assuming the worst from the get go.

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cerastes

No joke answer: Yes.

  • If you have a problem, think about it this way: Can you do something about it? If yes, then it’s not such a big problem, the problem has a solution, it may not be easy, but you have agency over it. If not, then why fry your nerves over it? Don’t just linger about, obviously, but you now know what to do next, which is to find where in the issue at hand you have any agency, and if it doesn’t exist, then make it so you do. Overall, taking it easy is not about not doing anything about something, it’s simply understanding which route it is you need to take about any problem. Take it easy, but take it. The moment you understand how to have agency in your life, the good and the bad, it suddenly becomes a lot more manageable.
  • Chilling is one of the most important parts of being a human. This isn’t philosophical or #goodvibes, this is a proven biological and psychological fact about humans. We love chilling! We have different definitions of chilling, however, and that’s where it gets hard: I think most of us know that chilling is good, but you’d be surprised at how many people don’t actually know how to chill. For some, it’s sinking deep and nice into their hobbies, for others, it’s working and perfecting their craft. Basically, you need to find what IS it that makes you enter the state of chilling, because maybe you’ve just seen what works for other people, but haven’t necessarily found what works for you. It’s introspective work, chilling is no joke the reward for a lot of introspective work, but once you nail it, you reap the rewards forever.
  • You don’t need to be right on the internet. It literally doesn’t matter. You don’t need to correct people on anything and everything they are wrong about or didn’t go into full detail about. There’s times, as with everything, where a correction about the topic at hand or further elaboration is necessary, and it’s not few times, but you’ll also find that there’s a ton of times where you don’t need to engage. You straight up don’t. You’re not going to look smarter for collecting every Argument Point out there in the wild, there’s no reward for the 100% Clear of Correcting People On The Internet. Save it for when it matters, when the topic and the end result of the correction matter. Please re-read that: Sometimes it can be a very important topic, but are you actually achieving anything beyond stroking your own need to look smart, good, compassionate, etc on the internet? You could be using all that time to take it easy or chill instead. This goes doubly if you dabbled into debates and stuff like that, and I say this as someone who used to be in the debate club for my university: Debating is probably one of the least efficient ways to have a conversation, because you’re always going in with the mentality of “I have to destroy the other person’s argument”. You become the least likable person in the room for very little efficiency and gain. Engage in good faith, make it explicit you are engaging in good faith, because it’s very easy to misunderstand or misinterpret intent on the internet due to cultural differences, lack of metalinguistic components to the conversation such as tone, voice, etc in text, and if the other person won’t engage in good faith, ask yourself: Is this particular interaction worth my time, in terms of topic and end result, or do I just not engage with this person? I’ll tell you off the hip, people that make a Big Serious Argument out of everything are the people I respect the least, and I don’t think I’m alone, because, well, why should you care about what someone so terminally online that their self-worth is directly tied to their Internet Fight Points has to say? You don’t know them, it’s literally a worthless interaction most of the time, just take it easy and chill instead. On the other hand, you have a good faith conversation or argument with someone if you two engage in good faith, and that is a pretty enriching experience to have. You may not change each others’ opinions, but your worldview will expand, and with that, your empathy and understanding. But keep in mind, good faith privileges can be lost: If the other person is, for instance, a Nazi, you’re very likely not changing their mind. You have to do some case-to-case basis work, as with everything. But yeah, if you engage with good faith first and foremost and don’t assume the other person means this Worst Thing you immediately thought of, then you already start having a much better quality of life. End of the day, you’re not the main character of the world and people don’t think about you all that much. This can sound bad, but it’s not necessarily bad: It fundamentally means that people aren’t thinking so badly or even the worst of you as much as you think they are, everyone has their own life to concern themselves with, not just you, so be kind and receive kindness in return, and if it is not offered to you, well, why bother with it? Just take it easy or chill instead.
#menta health#cerastes#tumblr memes#chilling#chill vibes#anxiety
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unpretty

learning from the reblogs of that post that there's a lot of people out there under the impression that "kill your darlings" means "kill your characters" and that's the funniest possible interpretation of that phrase

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the-real-seebs

[sets down chainsaw] oh?

#writing#tumblr memes
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whabababy

My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.

do they smoke weed?

Yes, actually.

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

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madamekagamine

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

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19leahjade96

Well that escalated quickly……

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

this dude playin omg 

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

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