#80SVIBES Wouldn't it be great if humanity spent more time finding the fun out of life instead of sucking the life out of it?!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ke3ua0kLhYA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NivHwVodKzQ Sometimes

After telling my Dad 'I love you' for the hundredth time, his response: "Darling, you've been saying that for the past 10 minutes already, you hanging up anytime soon, or nahhhh?!?!" 😂🤣🤣😅 Honestly... Not my fault that I take forever to say 'bye' and hang up, lmao 🤣😂😅 🫠💕

After a break up, the one who had hard times in the relationship, always becomes more beautiful and handsome. Universal Rule.

Actually, it just meant that the teacher was hungover and needed something to occupy the kid's time while he/she recuperated.

Wheeeee finally all chores and exercise and whatnot adulting stuff done. FINALLY WEEKEND TIME 👻 Too bad I have to swing by the lab over the weekend to start some cultures. Not excited about that but TBH it's my kinda my own fault in combination with some bad luck.💀 Forgot to inoculate on Wednesday, and what I inoculated on Thursday did not grow well enough. 😮‍💨That's science for ya...🧫 But here is some good tune to unwind to🎵💜🎶🖤

This weekend, I tried my hand at baking with rye flour for the first time. I usually stick to wheat, spelt, or mixed grain breads, but this time I was determined to bake a pure rye loaf. For context, rye is a bit special. You can't just use a good yeast and be done with it. Instead, it's a process that requires cultivating a sourdough starter and carefully controlling the dough's resting time; otherwise, the bread won't be digestible. The conditions were finally right, so I made time for it... and the result is fantastic (unfortunately, I have no pictures). In my opinion, it's the best-tasting bread I've baked so far. The texture and the slightly sour aftertaste are perfect. Baking bread has truly become a passion of mine 😅

I'm not addicted to <insert drug of choice> I've been abusing it for 25 years and can quit anytime I want!

Happiness and good Fortune are like a golden sand flowing into an hourglass of life sometimes there are black grains representing the bad things that sometimes happen but for most they are tuning to gold once they reach the majority of gold. But for some people the sand has more black grains than most, and some of those tend to give their few golden grains to others to help them turn their black to gold, which often leave the givers with overpowering obsidian sand that often turns new gold to black. And if they ask others for just a speckle of gold in return to help Turing the black to gold, they often have to beg for it or end up turning the others sand black just by opening their their hourglass. I am certainly one of the latter people. My body and mind is filled with poisonous black sand and my tongue turns it into venom injecting it to others whenever reach for support or comfort. I have realized a very concerning pattern that gives me the worst anxiety right now. I'm poisoning the last golden grain of sand whenever I open my heart and don't swallow my feelings for once. I should finally stop trying and go back to being the quiet listener that gives her golden grains to others and fights against the black by herself. That will spare me from a lot of feelings of disappointment, and anxiety and guilt about upsetting others by voicing when I'm being upset or disappointed. I'll just suck it up and be too forgiving for my own good the sake of harmony. How sad is that? I have become scared of being upset because it upsets others and I feel guilty then. Can one be more of a peoplepleaser just to not end up all alone? Today was a terrible day on so many levels, not only was I still feeling upset, I was also anxious to the point of barely being able to breathe because I had I realized this destructive and poisonous pattern that always, really ALWAYS has been following when I open up and threatens the last good thing I have that is supposed to be an anchor right now. And on top of all, some actually supposedly good news came in from a friend but I can't be happy for them instead it really pulls me down because the topic reminds me of my health issues that are kinda related... And as I currently have no one to talk to because my tongue is venomous and I just ruin everone elses minds, I have to rant it out to strangers in the internet. Maybe the more creative writing approach I took in the beginning is at least somewhat enjoyable to read. It was kind inspired by this song... https://youtu.be/FK3TDHnD1_0?list=RDFK3TDHnD1_0

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