Copasetic Class

Olden Timey Wimey...stuff and Cool Classy...things.

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Bryan Cranston and Aaron Paul thanking each other in their Emmy acceptance speeches

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magictransistor:

Jacob de Gheyn the Younger, Vanitas Still-Life, 1603.

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aconnormanning:

"So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality"

Actual idol

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boringoldraphael:

We will be close on Friday 18 July.
We will be so close on Friday 18 July. For one night only I will hold your face in my hands and I will kiss you quickly and then slowly and then quickly and we will feel this incredible connection and we will tell each other everything.
On Friday 18 July, we will feed each other berries, and we will sing-mumble-slur old half-remembered camp songs, and we will laugh about how there was a time, not even that long ago, when we hadn’t even met, and what were we doing not meeting, who were we fooling, whose time were we wasting?
Sitting on my bed, recalling the origin of your knee’s crescent moon scar, you’ll gesticulate wildly and I’ll watch the cigarette sparks like evaporating fireflies, dizzy for a home in your discarded black blouse.
"I want to know you completely," I’ll whisper into every crevice of your body. We’ll make up constellations out of the freckles on our thighs, rich mythologies of ancient long-dead civilizations.
"Did you know I can juggle?" you’ll say, and I’ll say, "Show me."
Every other night will have been rehearsal for Friday 18 July — we had to be ready. Everything was pushing us imperceptibly toward this moment — if I hadn’t missed that train, if you hadn’t moved for the job, just imagine.
"I don’t want it to be tomorrow," you’ll say, a single tear escaping as you bitterly laugh at the futility of the sentiment. "I want it to be Friday 18 July forever."
And when the morning comes, our love, like bugs, will scatter in the light. We will dress ourselves while facing the wall, we will scramble for our phones, we will be strangers.
And we will realize that Friday 18 July, like every day in history before it, was a moment, a twenty-four-hour trick of the light, a thing that happened once and never again.
And that sad truth will just about swallow us whole.
Sorry for any inconvinience.

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boringoldraphael:

We will be close on Friday 18 July.

We will be so close on Friday 18 July. For one night only I will hold your face in my hands and I will kiss you quickly and then slowly and then quickly and we will feel this incredible connection and we will tell each other everything.

On Friday 18 July, we will feed each other berries, and we will sing-mumble-slur old half-remembered camp songs, and we will laugh about how there was a time, not even that long ago, when we hadn’t even met, and what were we doing not meeting, who were we fooling, whose time were we wasting?

Sitting on my bed, recalling the origin of your knee’s crescent moon scar, you’ll gesticulate wildly and I’ll watch the cigarette sparks like evaporating fireflies, dizzy for a home in your discarded black blouse.

"I want to know you completely," I’ll whisper into every crevice of your body. We’ll make up constellations out of the freckles on our thighs, rich mythologies of ancient long-dead civilizations.

"Did you know I can juggle?" you’ll say, and I’ll say, "Show me."

Every other night will have been rehearsal for Friday 18 July — we had to be ready. Everything was pushing us imperceptibly toward this moment — if I hadn’t missed that train, if you hadn’t moved for the job, just imagine.

"I don’t want it to be tomorrow," you’ll say, a single tear escaping as you bitterly laugh at the futility of the sentiment. "I want it to be Friday 18 July forever."

And when the morning comes, our love, like bugs, will scatter in the light. We will dress ourselves while facing the wall, we will scramble for our phones, we will be strangers.

And we will realize that Friday 18 July, like every day in history before it, was a moment, a twenty-four-hour trick of the light, a thing that happened once and never again.

And that sad truth will just about swallow us whole.

Sorry for any inconvinience.

theblackworkshop:

An epic mountain range and valley

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theblackworkshop:

An epic mountain range and valley

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iamthem00n:

Does anyone have any advice they can give me for riding out anxiety attacks, esp at work? Also looking for relaxation and stress relieving techniques.

I have more experience with stress than anxiety attacks, but getting exercise in the day helps a lot. Biking, jogging, and dancing are all great. When you exhaust yourself it it gets really good brain chemicals flowing and it works off that stress.

Dancing is my favorite, because it’s fun, and when I get stressed or anxious at work I can think of a happy song in my head.

It’s good to avoid bringing stress home from work, so doing a stress relieving activity like exercise is great to start your free time with. Another nice one is reading a book while your feet are soaked in hot water. It’s like taking a relaxing bath without wasting nearly as much water.

Do you have any particular triggers for your anxiety attacks at work?

Just finished a late night batch of chewy chocolate chip cookies. Who wants some?

They turned out great despite substituting in baking powder. Excuse me while make myself sick eating them all.

Just finished a late night batch of chewy chocolate chip cookies. Who wants some?

They turned out great despite substituting in baking powder. Excuse me while make myself sick eating them all.

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skullduggering:

apartmenttherapy:

Accent Wall Inspiration: DIY Faux Wallpaper

*single silent tear*

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skullduggering:

apartmenttherapy:

Accent Wall Inspiration: DIY Faux Wallpaper

*single silent tear*