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things to do in autumn

applescider:

• go apple picking
• light book-scented candles
• buy mini pumpkins
• build candy haunted houses
• press/dry leaves in between the pages of a book/as a bookmark
• make cinnamon rolls
• make caramel sauce
• wear tartan scarves and blankets
  
• drink hot chocolate
• coffee with cinnamon on top
• buy squashes and big pumpkins
• make squash soup
• put up fairy lights in your room/house
• decorate your porch
• wear cozy sweaters
• make pumpkin pie
• go through a corn maze
• dance in the rain
• change the wallpapers on your devices to fall-themed ones
• curl up with a cozy blanket, a book or a show/movie on netflix, a warm drink, and some fresh-baked cookies
• wear chunky cardigans
• take a walk through the forest
• go on a hike
  
• make apple pie
• buy/make a pumpkin spice latte
• try some fall makeup looks
• wear knee-high socks
• wake up early and meditate, sit outside, enjoy the autumn in the air
• re-read your favorite book series (like harry potter)
• roast some marshmallows
• make some s’mores
• make pancakes and cover them with maple syrup
• eat apple cider/maple doughnuts
• take long nature walks and step on lots of crunchy leaves, breathe in the crisp autumn air, and take aesthetic pictures
• drink warm beverages out of fancy cups
• have a picnic on the leaf-covered grass
• drink apple cider
• make pecan pie
• make pumpkin bread
• carve a pumpkin
• eat halloween candy
• wear cute boots
• go to a fall festival
• jump in puddles
• jump in piles of leaves
• go to/throw a halloween party
• dress up for halloween
• make a halloween costume
• go to a haunted house
• make/eat caramel apples
• make/eat candy apples
• go on a hayride
• stargaze
• have a fall/autumn/halloween movie night
• watch the sunrise
• watch the sunset
• read on a balcony
• read outside
• do as many everyday activities as you can outside or in the fresh air
• soak in a hot tub
• plant a garden of seasonal plants
• make squash soup
• go trick-or-treating
• eat candy corn
• go to a pumpkin patch
• eat caramel popcorn
• go to the farmer’s market
• go on evening bike rides with flowers in your bicycle basket
• wear fuzzy socks
• bake treats for friends and family
• drink/make a salted caramel latte
• go to the beach
  

bumble-pal:

reminder: you can start over at anytime. your day is not ruined. your world is not over. take a deep breath. start over.

cptsdwillgraham:

beebunny:

here’s an idea: notice toxic trends in your behavior and, idk, change them

the fact that people are complaining on this post that they can’t change their behaviors that hurt others because they have x mental illness and We Can’t All Be Neurotypical Karen is absolutely fucking wild. do you realize your arguments have come full circle to being indistinguishable from the most crude, generic “mentally ill people are inherently dangerous and/or abusive” ableist rhetoric? you always have the agency to address the ways in which you are hurting others (or yourself). maybe not instantly. maybe not effortlessly. but it IS within your abilities and it is something you owe to your community and yourself

aureat:

you know that feeling when you’re out in nature at 5 or 6am and everything’s still quiet and the air still smells like night time and it’s fresh so you shiver a bit but then slowly the first rays of sun peak over the edge of the earth and everything is bathed in foggy, golden light and you just stand there watching the earth awaken.. if that’s not soothing idk what is

types of healthy coping skills

sensitivesuggestion:

1. self-soothing

comforting yourself through the 5 senses

Touch: stuffed animals, stress balls, taking a bath, a soft blanket

Hear: music, audio book, guided relaxation

See: snow globe, glitter, calming images, art, anything that pleases you visually 

Taste: tea, mints, gum

Smell: lotion, candles, incense 

2. distraction

removing your focus from the stressor for a period of time

puzzles, art, crafting, reading, movies, gaming, exercise, being social

3. opposite action

doing the opposite of the impulse that aligns with a positive emotion

affirmations, inspiration, lighthearted and encouraging focus

4. emotional awareness

identifying and constructively expressing what you’re feeling

journaling, listing emotions, using a emotional identification chart, drawing, therapy

5. mindfulness

centering and anchoring yourself to the present moment

meditation, guided relaxation, yoga, breathing exercises, candle gazing, going for a walk

6. ask for help

this is important to do when you feel like your coping skills are not enough or they are too negative and detrimental  

therapy is ideal for helping a person create a healthy coping strategy and incorporate it into their life 

*a coping skill is considered healthy if it helps you to deal with stress more positively, does not hinder your progress, and isn’t harmful physically or mentally. A coping skill can become negative when it is used to completely avoid dealing with the stressor. 

dapperpea:

Hey so I know there are a lot of posts about being tired and I know that’s a real common but I just want people to know

if you’re sleeping a ‘normal’ amount of hours and you’re still tired

if you constantly need naps

if you always sleep past your alarm

these can be signals of sleep disorders like apnea or narcolepsy and you might wanna get that checked out ‘cause I didn’t and kinda screwed myself over for a while there so please don’t be like me friends be smart and take care of yourselves

stayhungry-stayfree:

It’s crazy when you stop to think about how many times you’ve thought to yourself, “This is it. I just can’t bear to do it anymore. I’m done.” And yet here you are. You’re still breathing, still living, still fighting for joy, for life, for light, for love. And you are loved. For as much as you may be struggling right now, you’re here. You’re strong as hell. Don’t forget it, kid. 

You’re asexual? But…

amestheace:

zielahime:

mumblytron:

“but sex is what makes us human!”

 

in 1916 a French officer in his twenties writes his

doctoral dissertation under

heavy mortar fire.

he sends it by mail, a page

at a time, to his wife.

a week before he’s to step up to the podium and

defend his work rather than his country

he is killed in action.

even as the bullets rip

through him he still wishes he could have become a professor

in French literature and

the university awards him a posthumous Ph.D.

sex is

 

a woman breaks down in tears on the phone because

a week is not enough time to

get over a breakup.

her sister drives an hour across town,

comes up the front steps with

a gallon of ice cream and some beer

and together they eat moose tracks and marathon

every

single

Godzilla movie

ever made.

 

sex is

she’s late for work but her car isn’t

starting and even through her coat and hat she’s cold.

she knows she can’t be late again because she’s missed

one time too many already because her

father’s nurse was sick with the flu and someone

needed to help him bathe.

the clock ticks past fifteen after and she hits

the wheel like it’s a heavy bag as though that will help

steps on the gas like the car will go

and wonders how she will pay rent

and how she will feed her father.

sex is

 

it takes three people to hold the predator down because

even with the cover over his head

a bleeding eye and shattered wing

he is trying to hurt them.

none of them have seen this bird before in their lives but

they bandage his wing and head and give him a painkiller and

put him in a warm place to sleep and heal because

it is right.

at first he is paralyzed and cannot

fly but soon he is taking steps

and then fluttering, and then soaring, and

six months later he is whole and healed and hunting.

once he is gone they never see him again

which means they’ve done their jobs right.

sex is

 

in 1969 a girl watches grey-and-white footage on her parents’ tiny television and

can’t quite believe that what she is seeing is not a movie set but

another planet.

the men on the screen look a little like

aliens with bulbous heads and no faces and fat

marshmallow arms

but they are still men.

her mother puffs on a cigarette behind her and declares that

this is progress

even if it was just a small step.

the girl grows up to be not an astronaut but a secretary

and her boss calls her ‘sweetheart’.

but sex is

 

a boy is taught that real men don’t cry so

he doesn’t.

when his best friend dies from a self-inflicted

gunshot wound, he locks himself

in the shower every day and sobs under scalding

water until it runs cold

so nobody will see him grieving

so nobody will see that tears are just love that

has no place left to go.

he learns to dull love rather than suppress its expression and

soon the owner of the liquor store knows him by name.

three DUIs, two evictions, and twelve steps later,

he is feeding people at a homeless shelter,

and telling them it’s all right to cry.

Sex is

 

the broken man tells the comedian

that he didn’t mean to step in front of the car but the rain

made it hard to see.

he seems okay but his leg

does not.

the comedian clutches a grubby receipt with the driver’s

plate number scrawled on the back

in pink pen, stands out in the rain so the broken man

can have his umbrella,

and gives him the comedy routine that ruined his career

so the man doesn’t think about the pain in his leg.

once he’s out of the hospital, the fixed man sends him a thank-you card

with kittens on it.

what makes us human

 

yawning is contagious,

and there is a species of bird whose young we call “pufflings”.

melodic collections of sound, spaced by silence,

can move us to tears.

the tallest building in the world is

two-thousand seven-hundred and seventeen feet tall.

in less than eighty years we went from our first powered flight

to touching the moon,

and in one-hundred from the first phone call

to instantaneous connection between thinking machines of our own creation.

we make pies out of tree organs

and let cow’s milk ferment until it hardens and then

we put them together, because apple pie with cheddar cheese isdelicious.

what makes us human is

the earliestfossils of anatomically modern humans are

two-hundred thousand years old .

we have had pet dogs

for sixteen-thousand of those years, longer

than corn

or the wheel.

the steps we take are part of

one of the most energy-efficient gaits the

animal kingdom has ever seen.

we invented the concepts of love

and hate

and justice, and mercy

and we invented the language to convey them.

we sharpened rocks, then metal, to convince other people

who don’t hold the same idea of those things as we do

because we think

it’s right.

we are two hundred millennia of love and disappointment and

sorrow and innovation and

mercy and kindness and dreams

and failure

and recovery.

“but sex is what makes us human.”

sat and read this all the way through. will reblog the shit out of this every time i see it. holy jesus. YES to all of this. just yes.

I LOVE THIS

tartanpheasant:

iampikachuhearmeroar:

intimatepasta:

retiredjesus:

what if one day tumblr decided to reveal all anon messages

I have a story!!!

One time someone from my school made this confession page on Twitter that you could text and it would immediately post on the Twitter page, completely anonymously. It spread really quickly and everyone knew by the second day it was going on. Some awful things were being said on it, I mean literally no one was spared. No one had any clue who was running it and they wouldn’t filter any messages. The school board got so sick of this account that they contacted authorities to see what they could do to shut it down, but since it wasn’t affiliated with the school, technically, they couldn’t shut it down.

So, this went on for four days, just awful messages being posted about one another with no clue who was posting them (as anyone could text the number to send in). Then came the finale which changed everything. At eight, they would accept any DMs and post them, any texts, and then post them all at once at midnight. Everyone was rushing to send in their confessions, and like 100 or so came in.

Midnight comes. Messages flood in. Then the owner posts something a little weird, along the lines of, ‘Nothing was anonymous after all’. And posts a fUCKING LINK WITH ALL THE NUMBERS AND THE MESSAGES EACH POSTED AND SCREENSHOTS OF ALL DMS AND THE NEXT DAY THERE WERE LITERALLY FIVE DIFFERENT FIGHTS

that’s some regina george level shit right there

I wish I’d done something like this.