In yun 인연 A beautiful Korean concept that means the invisible thread of fate connecting two people, formed over countless lifetimes. It suggests that every encounter especially the meaningful ones is not by chance but the result of shared history, even if unknown. To meet someone with deep In Yun is to feel an unexplainable familiarity, as if your souls remember each other before your minds do.

Sometimes, you just need to scream.

The twitter debate about food affordabilty seriously has me uncomfortable. Can't believe we're at a point where we're trying to convince people that a burger and fries from a fast food joint is a luxury and indulging in it sometimes is living above your means if you make under six figures. If you think its okay for someone who works 40 hours a week (or more) doing the jobs most people don't want, but commericial society can't function without...and then have the audacity to tell them they're irresponsible for getting a cup of coffee, or a take-out meal? We're not talking some five star restaurant and steak with all the trimmings. We're talking about a drive thru window. It's just the rich dehumanizing the poor and moving the goal posts... again, to make it not 'a cost' problem. A 'commerical' problem or 'greed' problem. But the problem of the average worker instead. Money tight? Yeah, maybe don't get Starbucks every single day, maybe don't eat out every day. But this invalidation and online shaming of people for things that USED to be considered accessible? "Them darn kids and their avocado toast!" ...God damn, please.

Your greatest growth comes from your lowest moments. “It is an unwritten rule of life that after every prolonged period of hardship and uncertainty, there is going to be a period when you are going to achieve quantum leaps across multiple areas of your life. The only requirement is that you do not give up on yourself.” — BeautyOfSaas

Roleplayers in FFXIV ♥️

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we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through underground networks. where octopuses dream. where elephants return to the bones of their dead and stand over them in silence. where bees communicate through dance, showing each other where to fly. where flowers bloom...where crows remember human faces -especially those who were cruel to them - and pass that memory on to their young. where ants build entire cities. where cats purr at a frequency that can help heal bones. where forests, after fires, grow flowers first.

just enjoying the sunny day 🌞

As someone who has had multiple burn outs, to a terrifying degree, let me tell you If you’re neurodivergent, rest won’t do it You need to refuel with your special interests You need novelty and challenge Sitting in silence and simply “resting” might only torture you, shem.

if you're a GIRL trying to get into league of legends i'm going to save you 6 months of bad advice from your HARDSTUCK boyfriend he's going to tell you to "learn the basics on a simple champion" he's going to tell you to pick yuumi because "she's good for beginners" he's WRONG he's been telling you the WRONG THING because he subconsciously needs you to play the role he's already mentally assigned you the polite supportive girlfriend champion the champion that doesn't out damage him i'm telling you the opposite lock DARIUS top lane lock RENGAR jungle lock DRAVEN adc lock YASUO mid play whatever the FUCK you want play the most violent ego driven CHAMPION YOU SEE here's what your boyfriend won't tell you every girl i've ever coached who hit diamond or higher did NOT start on enchanters every single one of them started on a carry champion that let them DESTROY people from game 1 because the truth nobody in this community wants to admit is that the BEST way to learn this game is to learn how to KILL not how to peel not how to "play safe" how to walk up to another human being and remove them from the lobby that's the actual skill your boyfriend is going to be threatened the first time you go 12/0 on darius top he's going to start making excuses "yeah but the enemy was bad" "yeah but darius is broken" let him cope you found out what the game actually feels like before he did and now you're never going back to playing soraka while he tells you "good job babe" pick the champion that lets you HUNT we are not raising another generation of GIRLS who play enchanters because some guy with 50% winrate said it was the "smart" choice if you're new to league play what you want Study the Saskio way

A manatee peacefully eating lettuce underwater

LMAAAAAO

Winston Churchill fought his depression with bricks. He'd lay them for hours at his country home in Kent. He joined the bricklayers' union. And in 1921 he wrote about why it worked. It took psychology another 75 years to catch up. He called his depression the "Black Dog." It followed him for decades. His method for fighting it back was as basic as it sounds: laying brick after brick, hour after hour. Churchill spelled out his theory in a long essay for The Strand Magazine. People who think for a living, he wrote, can't fix a tired brain just by resting it. They have to use a different part of themselves. The part that moves the eyes and the hands. Woodworking, chemistry, bookbinding, bricklaying, painting. Anything that drags the body into a problem the mind can't solve by itself. Modern psychology now calls this behavioral activation. It's one of the most-studied depression treatments out there. Depression sets a behavior trap. You feel bad, so you stop doing things, and doing less means less to feel good about. Feeling worse makes you do even less. The loop tightens until you can't breathe inside it. Behavioral activation breaks the loop from the action side. You schedule the activity first, even when every part of you doesn't want to. Doing it produces small rewards: a wall gets straighter, a painting fills in, a messy room gets clean. Those small rewards slowly rewire the brain. Action comes first, and the feeling follows. Researchers at the University of Washington put this to the test in 2006. They studied 241 adults with major depression and compared three treatments: behavioral activation, regular talk therapy, and antidepressants. For the people who were most severely depressed, behavioral activation matched the drugs. It beat the talk therapy. A 2014 review of more than 1,500 patients across 26 trials backed up the result. Physical work like bricklaying does something extra on top of this. It crowds out rumination, the looping bad thoughts that grind people down during the worst stretches of depression. Bricklaying needs both hands and gives feedback brick by brick: each one is straight or crooked. After an hour you can see exactly how much wall you built. No room left for the mental chewing. The line George Mack used in his post, "depression hates a moving target," is good poetry. The science behind it is sharper. Depression hates a brain that has somewhere else to be.

7 YEARS OF GOOD LUCK FOR THOSE WHO DON'T IGNORE THE BABY SEAL

I mean it the way people mean thirst in the middle of the night. Half asleep, mouth dry, stumbling into the kitchen at 02:17, opening the fridge even though you know water is not in there, just because your body is looking for relief in the wrong places again. That is how mediocrity creeps in. Not as some dramatic curse. Not with smoke. Not with failure so obvious it humiliates you into change. It comes soft. Reasonable. It comes looking like comfort, balance, realism, maturity. It comes in phrases people say with calm faces. Good enough. Maybe later. This is just how life is. At least it’s stable. Why be so intense. You hear those sentences enough and something inside you starts going dim. Mediocrity is terrifying because it rarely feels evil while it is happening. It feels practical. It feels adult. It feels like taking the edge off. Then one day you wake up and realize your life has no edge left at all. Same work. Same tired language. Same little routines that keep you alive without ever making you feel alive. You start speaking in phrases you do not even believe. You start accepting relationships that never wound you deeply because they never touch you deeply either. You start making peace with half-heartedness because half-heartedness is easier to maintain. That is the part I want God to rip out of me. Not the ordinary parts. Not the human parts. Not the days where I am tired, or scared, or slow, or unsure. I am talking about the dead layer. The part that starts choosing the safe sentence over the real one. The part that starts calling cowardice “discernment” and laziness “protecting my peace.” The part that can feel a big life in the distance and still reaches for the small numb thing that kills the hunger for another twenty-four hours. Mediocrity in people is rarely lack of talent. I have met brilliant mediocre people. Gorgeous mediocre people. Educated mediocre people. Funny mediocre people. People with ideas, access, good bone structure, nice apartments, expensive taste, all of it. Dead in the eyes. Spiritually beige. Every instinct domesticated. Every opinion borrowed. Every risk measured to death until it no longer has blood in it. You feel it in the room right away. The conversation never gets anywhere. Nobody says the thing under the thing. Nobody loves anything too much. Nobody hates anything honestly. Everybody has the same polished little takes, the same ironic detachment, the same fear of looking hungry. A whole table full of adults performing competence while something central is missing. No voltage. No sharpness. No life of their own that could stain the tablecloth. That kind of mediocrity is contagious. Spend enough time around people who have made peace with their own dilution and you start editing yourself too. You stop saying the intense thing. You stop naming what you want. You stop dressing the way you actually like. You stop pursuing the harder craft, the deeper work, the riskier love, because their whole energy keeps whispering, relax, it’s not that serious, nobody cares that much, why make it harder on yourself. Then the scariest sentence enters the body. Maybe I should just settle into it. That is hell to me. Not poverty. Not struggle. Not even heartbreak. Hell is feeling your own standards soften in the wrong direction. Hell is hearing yourself speak carelessly and letting it slide. Hell is producing something lazy and calling it done because technically it works. Hell is staying around people who flatten your mind and make you forget your own taste. Hell is letting your body move through years of your life without precision, devotion, beauty, danger, effort, surprise. People confuse mediocrity with simplicity, and that confusion ruins lives.

“Flying Seal Pup,” by artist Michelle Miron-Rebbe

Enjoying NA ranked can be difficult because for a few seasons now there has been a group of players who will queue sync together in the solo only ranked mode to manipulate the board. It makes going for rank 1 impossible as these players will take turns boosting each other. 1/2

this. men DO have an advantage in video games. Sampling bias: more men play competitive games than women do. more samples means higher chance one of those samples will be the highest. Socialization: Of the small amount of girls who did grow up playing video games we more often than not didnt play games like cod or halo (for me it was mario and minecraft) Resources: Mens teams get vastly more funding, better coaches, play against better teams, etc. The solution to this is NOT segregating gender. Game changers is NOT about giving women an easier playing field because we don't need an easier playing we need access to the SAME playing field and since trans women, trans men, and non binary people are all also in need of that, they belong there just as much as anyone else. We need access to the same resources, encouragement, and upbringing, none of which relates to biology. You do not care about women, you do not support women, you see us as inferior and in need of a "little league". Do not use me to spew your transphobic and misogynist rhetoric. If you're a woman and you're against playing against trans woman you have a massive skill issue and should be ashamed that you're latching onto hate to cushion your fragile ego instead of just putting in the dedication everyone else has to. thanks for coming to my ted talk. froggy out

Playing FFXIV for the 1st time: Loaded into the 'real world' (after tutorial) and was greeted by a huge number of people. I thought they were NPCs, turns out they were real players welcoming me into the game! Literally nearly cried. I love this community so much already 🌱