Grow/ Let Go.
Grow: explore, learn, evolve, practice, be curious.
Let go: don’t worry so much, heal, take a nap, enjoy the ride.
self preservation and autonomy anthems
REALLY, REALLY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT
i’m assuming that you’re all familiar with tumblr saviour at this point - i use tumblr saviour every day for blocking nsfw content while i’m at work, not to mention wiping my dash of blood, gore, and theamazingatheist. tumblr saviour is invaluable, honestly. we all know that. and we’ve all wished that we could just tumblr saviour the entire internet, right?
well, hold on to your hats, because this app, silencer, is functionally tumblr saviour for the entire internet.
this is a goddamned godsend. i’ve tried it out with a few annoying and triggering terms, and it works like a fucking charm. spoilery tweets about what happened on last sunday’s breaking bad? gone. incessant royal baby facebook posts? evaporated. i literally cannot express to you how happy this app makes me and how helpful it has been.
it also comes with custom “mute packs” - sets of buzzwords about popular events or spoiler-prone tv shows that you can just automatically mute, and voila, your twitter and facebook feeds are clean.
i wouldn’t be making this post unless i was dead fucking serious about making sure that you all have this in your lives. download it here.
Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole”; sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but that will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating the final hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!”