Brace yourself

now, how many times must you prove you’re an angel how many more demons do you have to strangle how much longer must you remain in this dream before I finally figure out if you’re insane or a genius.

“u look tired” thanks i stayed up all night obsessing over things i have no control over

your twenties are about realising you’re not and simply aren’t going to be dazzlingly cool the way you wanted to be and tried to be in your teenage years, that you’ll never be that image you tried to chisel yourself into—but that you have grown quite accidentally and organically cool in an entirely new way and you don’t mind the unexpectedness of it. not at all

the human stress response seems so maladaptive!

To be fair 99% of our evolutionary stress response was meant to deal with far more immediately conclusive scenarios than the tedious bullshit we put up with these days.

very very slow tigers are chasing me

not to leave a serious comment on a silly post but one of the best pieces of advice I ever got about stress was to SLEEP but secondly, when overwhelmed, lay in a bed and intentionally hold all your muscles clenched. clench EVERYTHING. hold it for a few seconds, then let go. It tricks your animal fight-or-flight monkey brain into thinking it had, and won, a fight, and some of the stress response will leave you

#turn a slow tiger into a fast tiger with this fucked up trick

“Very very slow tigers are chasing me” is the most hysterical way I’ve ever heard my state of being described

Humans are persistence predators and then created deadlines and out-persistence predator’d ourselves