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Small Ways To Improve Your Life

make your bed to immediately make your room look more put together

water first, then coffee or tea

pray or meditate, even just for ten minutes, to set the tone for your day

browse the news headlines ( & read the articles that interest you when you’ve got time)

wear something you feel b o m b in

listen to music while doing your daily activities-commuting, cleaning, cooking, exercising

smile at at least two people

smile at YOURSELF

call or message someone you love

eat food that makes you feel radiant

make lists of things you need to accomplish for the day

stretch for 10 minutes

record in your phone the positive thoughts you have so you can remember them

carry water with you (always always always)

shut off your phone for an hour and have some ME time

take a hot shower or bath at the end of a stressful day

try to make plans to spend time with someone at least once a week

think about 3 things you are grateful for at the end of each day

do something calming, relaxing, and non-electronic 30 minutes before you sleep

sleep pants-less

“We look for you in the rainbows.“

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Paula Morytko

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Love this short film by Jesse Rosten. A film by Jesse Rosten - twitter.com/JesseRosten Words by Kallie Markle - twitter.com/lightningvsbug Music - “Window” The Album Leaf

If the video doesn’t embed here, see it on Jesse’s Vimeo.

Black Power and Gay Pride aren’t mutually exclusive. the first pride was a riot led by trans black women.

feel free to use!

thank you and all the credits for this week's prompt to @lupeloto brilliant mind and @galladrabbles 💗

prompt: chore

He didn't ask for help, he didn't say anything, he didn't even talk. He stared at the wall, he felt his body slowly starting to feel dense and heavy and too much. He was trying to make this pass quickly so no one would notice. He was trying to get out of bed but the sheets were holding him hostage, the daylight was too bright, the world around him was too alive and he was in this weird limbo where he wasn't even sure if he existed. He stayed there, scared but quiet and still. Ian felt like a chore, like a responsibility, like too much weight in someone's shoulders so he kept quiet and still. But then something moved in the other side of the bed, then a kiss in his shoulder, a hand that decided to stay there and a whisper "You're not a chore" Mickey said softly, like the mind reader he was "you're my husband and I promised to love you and take care of you in sickness and health, so here i am loving you and taking care of you in sickness"