voidbat:

baphomeme:

im serious about that “stop saving things for special occasions” bit tho like. even if u aren’t in your 20s. thats for everyone. its one of the most useful things ive learned lately

stop! just stop. eat the special snack. drink the expensive hippie tea. use the incense or the bath bomb or whatever you paid way too much for because you were feeling really bad and retail therapy makes u feel alive

when we save things for special occasions/rainy days it contributes to us feeling like A.) our day to day existence is lackluster and B.) you have to be feeling a certain level of Bad, or have to reach a certain level of Socially Accepted Achievement, to enjoy things

just give yourself stuff. there are definitely sometimes reasons to withhold things from yourself - as motivation, if it’s something you consciously want to use sparingly, etc - but at least for me half the time it just turns into self-flagellation and also cool things and cool experiences and nice treats just collect dust while i wait for some fabled day when i convince myself i finally Deserve it

just fuckin give yourself stuff dude. life’s so mindblowingly short

my grandmother died having only used her china like twice in her life. during the year or so before her death, she was starting to package up and give things of hers to her kids, and gave mom the china while sighing “oh i wish i had used the china more!” and mom tried so hard to convince her to just keep it, then, and eat corny dogs off it if she wanted. she insisted she couldn’t possibly, you need a special reason to use the fine china.

when nana died, we used her fine china as our everyday dishes for years. i was 18 when she died, and never really stopped having that in the back of my head.

now, when i hear myself say “i wish i had a reason to wear/do/eat/use X!” i hear nana regretting never really using her china. and let me tell you a thing:

spaghettios taste great when eaten from fine china.

cashgore:

cyberclinic:

cashgore:

hes happy

wash him he smely 

joshreads:

lastowka:

8. Violet’s dance suggests that Mrs. Othmar was right not to let her use the big kid scissors. I have pantophobia about her landing one of those right uppercuts.

7. Sally will never win over her Sweet Babboo if she dances like your aunt when she hears Love Shack at a wedding.

6. When comedians in the 80s talked about how “White people be dancin’ like this”, Shermy is what they were talking about.

5. 4′s dance, (that’s her name) is identical to her twin sister’s but points off due to proximity to cloud of filth emanating from upright bass player

4. Points off when you learn that the synchronized dance these two are doing is called the “Come Play With Us, Danny.”

3. Later in the evening, Linus would improbably quote the book of Luke from the very stage he befouled with his dirty dog pelvic thrusts. This sums up the complicated “Adult Children” dynamic of the Peanuts universe very nicely.

2. Frieda’s joyful tossing gesture looks like she is some sort of heroic medieval lord distributing some sort of grain from the folds of her billowing shirts to a throng of grateful serfs, which is very much in line with the message of Linus’s aforementioned speech.

1. Fancy footwork. Smooth shoulder rolls. Funky head bobbing. This kid’s a bad ass, the “guy in P-Funk who wears nothing but a diaper” of the Peanuts crew. He probably stopping appearing in the strip because he left to choreograph Michael Jackson videos, or maybe it was because his character’s name was 555 95472 and that is one of the dumbest ideas ever to appear in Schulz’s strip.

As “5” explains to Charlie Brown in the strip from October 1, 1963, his father, morose and hysterical over the preponderance of numbers in people’s lives, changed all of his family’s names to numbers. Asked by Lucy if it was Mr. 95472’s way of protesting, “5” replies that this was actually his father’s way of “giving in.”

never forget how insanely depressing Peanuts could be