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Hey There.

@grey-skies-and-stars / grey-skies-and-stars.tumblr.com

Stay safe if you can, loves. Call me Grey, she/her they/them. Always happy to talk.
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Every time I see that post that’s something like “weird, but technically not a sin,” I think about being seven or eight years old and bawling to the priest that I had scaled the walls of the pantry in my home like a spider monkey in order to eat all of the cookies that my parents had naïvely hidden on the top shelf to keep me from getting into them and wailing that I was a hopeless criminal and hearing just dead silence on the other side of the little wall.

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every day my mutuals make completely incomprehensible hyper-specific posts tailored around their niche interests that i can't even begin to decipher. i love them all a little more for it each time

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questbedhead

My new, totally uneducated guess for why humans tell stories is to keep them from getting bored and cranky while following a gazelle for four hours. No deeper mystery or meaning. Some folk needed a distraction while they tried to catch dinner so they just made some shit up. The end.

The equivalent of listening and singing to songs on your way home so you don't fall asleep at the wheel.

For millennia upon millenia, humans have had to yell creatively to keep on task 

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gfwooyo

i hate how reward systems never work for me like i can’t just say “if i finish this assignment i can have a cookie” bc my brain is like “…..or u could just have one right now” and i can’t argue with that logic

Self-imposed deadlines don’t work either because I know the guy who set them and he’s full of shit

This is going around again, so I should say, I was wrong when I wrote this.

Actually, I know the girl who set them and she’s full of shit

Congrats on the gender. Get well soon with the executive dysfunction

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rawjoy

u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... “many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” yeah..... Crying....

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