freddie mercury saying ‘I think I’m bisexual’ and his fiancée immediately answering with ‘You’re gay’ is literally the epitome of the bisexual experience tho, I almost screamed in the cinema when that scene happened
me: i’m bisexual
mom: you’re gay
me: ?
me when it starts raining really hard: ya hooo the plants sure needed this. the plants will really slurp this right up
elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:
admit it, we were all primed to hate america from the start because that fucker in Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron tried to hurt the horse and they made sure to put that American flag RIGHT THERE IN THE SHOT and then follow it with some BLATANT AND AWFUL RACISM…..they would not have the balls to release that movie now….the bryan adams bops……the female directors….the blatant american colonialism callout…….a masterpiece of american cinema
Compassionate Breathing
Anytime you are feeling out of sorts, you can practice compassionate breathing. To breathe compassionately, just remember compassion and breathe. You can take compassionate breaths anytime, anywhere. Nobody but you will notice, everybody will benefit.
Compassion begins with noticing suffering. If you have eyes or ears, you likely notice a fair amount of suffering in the course of your day. If you have ever seen or heard a news program, you will have heard of suffering. If you interact with other people, you will notice suffering in them. If you have feelings, you will notice suffering in yourself. Compassionate breathing can help with any of these situations.
When we encounter suffering in ourselves or others we are often at a loss because we don’t know what to do. We automatically think that there is nothing we can do, so we shut down. We turn away. We may get angry. There is always something we can do. Knowing just what to do begins with a compassionate breath.
When we take a compassionate breath we acknowledge the suffering we have encountered. We recognize that the suffering has touched us. We may see something we can do about it. We may just acknowledge it and breathe it out again.
As we walk down the street, sit in our cars, on our busses, or at our desks, we can practice compassionate breathing and spread peace through the world. Since we’re breathing anyway, we might as well add some compassion.
“Give me my silence back, or take me / wholly, and never let me go.”— Humbert Wolfe, from “The Fiddle and the Bow,” wr. c. February 1922
I was walking in the forest during winter, and saw a wendigo sitting under a tree. I asked it if it was going to kill me. It said, “No, this is just a dream.” So I sat next to it in the snow for a bit and then he said, “The anger in your heart warms you now, but will leave you cold in your grave.” And then I woke up.
Well SOMEONE’S third eye is wide fucking open