Meredith Arnold @MeredithCreate

You've got to get almost annoyingly serious about trusting yourself. You heard what you heard. You saw what you saw. You felt what you felt. Your body is speaking to you. Believe it.

people are rooting for me in heavenly realms. i have no choice but to win.

it’s lowkey fun

If recording with glasses were the same as recording with a phone, the glasses wouldn’t exist. The concealment is the point. Bypassing consent is the point.

isnt it so kind of the universe to allow u to start over and over until it feels right in your heart

Major cheat code in life: One priority per day. Not three. Not five. One. Pick the single thing that, if completed, makes the day a win regardless of what else happens. Protect two hours for it. Most people go entire weeks without finishing anything that actually matters because everything feels equally urgent.

“i asked chat gpt” well i asked tupac & he said that’s why he fucked your bitch you fat motherfucker

“you’re so strong” no, actually i was severely unsupported so i had no choice but to be.

i am a lover with or without a lover. because love is who i am not who i'm with.

The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.

Dear Joe, I wish I could sit down with you face to face and explain why so many of us were offended by the UFC fight on the South Lawn of the White House. For me, it had nothing to do with the UFC or who showed up for the fights. The brand you and Dana have built is a bona fide American success story. More power to you. As for the fighters, in my book, anyone brave enough to put it all on the line in the arena is remarkable to witness. Their dedication and discipline inspire me. I don’t understand anyone who can’t admire that. And as for the people who attended, I, for one, love Shane Gillis. I think he’s hilarious and brilliant. It was a show. A once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. I can’t blame anyone for wanting to witness it firsthand. My problem is that I believe some of our public spaces are sacred. And unlike many of the great powers that came before us, these American monuments belong to all of us. Not to whoever happens to hold power at the moment. The White House does not belong to Donald Trump. It does not belong to any President. It belongs to the people. To treat it as Caesar treated the Colosseum is antithetical to everything our founding fathers fought for. This is not Rome. Presidents are not emperors doling out bread and circuses for the peasants. The White House is the People’s House. This “celebration” could have happened in any stadium within a stone’s throw of the South Lawn. No one would have had an issue with it. But that was obviously Donald Trump’s whole point. By holding the event on the South Lawn, what he was saying to the rest of us is: “This is my house. I own it. I will do with it what I please. I’ll build a colosseum and have the gladiators fight under my gaze. I’ll tear down the East Wing. I’ll pave over the Rose Garden. I’ll cover everything in gold and marble. I’ll erase the names of all the men who came before me.” The fights were an exhibition of imperial domination, not a celebration of our 250th anniversary as a democracy. The White House is not Buckingham Palace. It is not the Palace of Versailles. It is not the Forbidden City of Beijing. It does not belong to an emperor, or a king, or a commissar. The White House belongs to us. All of us. The person who sits behind the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office is nothing more than an honored guest. A temporary caretaker. The President is our servant. Not our Caesar. Respectfully, Hunter P.S. Cage match between me and Don Jr.? Your call on the venue. Anywhere but the South Lawn.

the pigeon doesn’t understand your disdain for it; it coos for you anyway. the tree does not know you own an axe for it; its leaves sway in the sun anyway. the starving cat eats the poison you put out. it doesn’t know how not to trust. the earth forgives you, in spite of yourself

Every breath you take contains an atom that Julius Caesar exhaled when he was stabbed to death in 44 BC. The same goes for Cleopatra, your great-great-grandmother, and every human who lived before you. The math just works out. Each breath holds more atoms than there are grains of sand on every beach on Earth. Within a couple of years, atoms from any single breath have spread evenly around the world. So when you inhale, you're picking up molecules that have already been inside Lincoln's lungs, Joan of Arc's lungs, a T-rex's lungs. Author Sam Kean ran the math in his book Caesar's Last Breath. The same logic applies to the iron in your blood, the calcium in your bones, the gold in your wedding ring. None of this existed at the start of the universe. All of it was forged inside stars that died billions of years ago. Most came from stars that exploded. Some (the gold, the platinum, the iodine inside you) came from something even rarer: two dead stars crashing into each other. MIT confirmed this in 2021. Your body is also constantly rebuilding itself. Right now, you're swapping out about 3.8 million cells every second. Researchers at the Weizmann Institute, a top biology lab in Israel, calculated that in roughly three months you replace about 30 trillion cells. That's basically your entire body. The version of you reading this is made of mostly different material than the version of you from one season ago. The meme is right. We're a temporary arrangement of atoms borrowed from the universe, swapped out billions of cells at a time, breathed in and out across every life that has ever lived.

philosophy memes 🔗 @philosophymeme0

2 months ago

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when God puts me in strange and terrifying situations, I see myself as a cat going to the vet. it’s good for me somehow, I say, or else someone who loves me wouldn’t have taken me there

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3 months ago

A carinha dele sem entender que é pro bem dele 🥺

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In 1986, a Texas psychologist told 46 students to write about the worst thing that ever happened to them, 15 minutes a day for 4 days straight. Over the next 6 months, those students went to the doctor half as often as the kids in the control group. The psychologist was James Pennebaker. He repeated the experiment, and so did other labs. Same answer every time: writing about pain in a notebook was changing something inside the body. Follow-up studies found improved immune cell counts, faster wound healing after surgery, lower HIV virus levels in blood tests, and better lung function in people with asthma. For years the mechanism was a puzzle. Pennebaker had stumbled onto a much bigger pattern than he realized. Making things of any kind does something to the body. Take painting. A 2016 study at Drexel University handed 39 random adults some markers, clay, and collage paper and told them to make whatever they wanted for 45 minutes. No rules, no skill required. 75% of them walked out with lower cortisol (the main stress hormone) in their saliva. Beginners and experienced artists got the same drop. Take dancing. Doctors at Einstein College of Medicine tracked 469 seniors over a 21-year period in a study published in the New England Journal of Medicine in 2003. People who danced a few times a week were 76% less likely to get dementia than people who rarely did. That was the largest protective effect of anything they tested. Crosswords came in at 47%, reading at 35%. Swimming and cycling did nothing for the brain at all. Take singing. In 2004, researchers in Germany measured antibodies in a choir's saliva before and after rehearsal. The antibody count (the stuff that fights off colds and flu) rose significantly. A follow-up study on cancer patients and their caregivers found that one hour of group singing dropped cortisol and switched on their immune systems at a measurable, blood-test level. And just going to see art helps. University College London tracked 6,710 British adults over age 50 for 14 years. People who went to the theatre, a museum, or a concert every few months were 31% less likely to die during that window. Even going once or twice a year dropped the risk by 14%. Wealth, education, and starting health were all accounted for. The mechanism seems to live in a brain circuit called the default mode network, the part that wanders when you daydream. When you fall into the zone of making something, that network hooks up with the one that holds your attention, and the brain's stress system quiets down. Cortisol falls, dopamine climbs, and the slow-burn inflammation that eventually kills most of us calms down too. None of it depends on the quality of what you make. The Spanish tweet sounded like hyperbole. 40 years of peer-reviewed data says it's roughly right.

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3 months ago

No pretendo exagerar pero el arte va a salvar tu vida. la música, la pintura, la cerámica, la escritura, el tallado, el tejido… el acto de CREAR te va a salvar.

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the US military solved your stimulant sleep problem in 1942 a method developed for navy pilots who needed to fall asleep under any conditions. including gunfire in the background. i used to do this shit daily before i hopped on pinealon and epitalon the military sleep method: - lie flat on your back. - relax your entire face. forehead first. then eyelids. jaw. let your tongue fall. - drop your shoulders toward the floor. one at a time. let your arms fall at your sides. - exhale slowly. let your chest go heavy. - relax your legs. thighs first. then calves. ankles. feet. - you mentally visualize every muscle relaxing. - now clear your mind for 10 seconds. picture one of these: - lying in a canoe on a still lake staring at the sky. - in a dark hammock swaying slowly. - a black room. nothing moving. that's it. after a few weeks of practicing. you will most likely be able to fall asleep within minutes. pair it with: - room temp at 18°C - phone far away from bed - room fully dark. cold. quiet. WWII soldiers learned to sleep slumped against sandbags. in the heat. in the dust. with flies. waiting for someone to try to kill them. if this worked for them. it will work for you.

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