Listen... All I know is that the kids I babysit were singing that one Gummy Bear song and next thing I knew my brain made a parody
relistened to parade day and can confirm this line still hits
I love people.
In the quiet hours, where shadows stretch long,
I carry the weight of what’s gone wrong.
Not a weight you can hold, nor a chain you can see,
But the echoes of choices that made me… me.
They whisper at dawn, they linger at night,
A chorus of “what-ifs” that dims every light.
The words I swallowed, the roads not taken,
The promises made, then cruelly forsaken.
Do you feel it too? That invisible strain,
The tug of regret, the ghost of pain?
A smile for the world, a mask so tight,
But inside, the storms wage endless fights.
And yet, within this chaos, a spark still glows,
A small, fragile ember that quietly knows:
We’re stitched by our scars, but not wholly defined,
There’s beauty in breaking and mending in kind.
For every tear shed, there’s a seed to be sown,
A garden of lessons where resilience is grown.
The weight may not vanish, but strength will appear,
In carrying what’s heavy, we conquer our fear.
So here’s to the burden, the ache, the climb,
The fight for meaning through space and time.
We are not alone in this labyrinth of feels,
For what we bury, someone else heals.
And maybe that’s life: a tangle, a dance,
Of holding the pain while giving hope a chance.
So, to you who feels heavy, I see you, I care—
Your heart’s not alone, we’re all anchored there.
- DK
A harbor seal glides through the bay, In waters where the sunbeams play, With whiskered grace and dappled skin, A quiet dance, a gentle spin.
Majestic in its silent glide, Rules the waters, free and wide. A fleeting shadow, sleek and wise, The harbor seal beneath the skies.
Footage from our divers enjoying the magic of the sublime seals right outside in the bay 🌈 🌊
Dance wild, free, heart full of glee, No care who sees, just you and me. Love deep, true, no fear or doubt, Give heart in full, shout it out.
Sing loud, clear, let spirit soar, No need for praise, open the door. To joy inside, let music play, Chase blues away, come what may.
Live bright, bold, no time to hide, Grab life's hand, let passion guide. Each day a gift, a chance to shine, Make life your own, a love so fine.
No rules to bend, no time to lend, Just be yourself, a faithful friend. To heart and soul, stay ever true, Dream big dreams, make wishes come true.
~
Disclaimer: Google Gemini and I cooked up this little rhyme!
With or without OCD, this cannot be good for people's mental health. You're not the singular force that makes the world go around, sometimes it's okay to just exist, to just take things at face value. Guilt tripping people, labeling them as bad, most of what that does is put people down, make them doubt themselves and their surroundings, and can cause people to spiral.
tumblr: constantly be aware of your own privilege. constantly be aware of your capacity of be evil. hey i know you really like that new piece of media but make sure you're aware of all of the problematic elements all the time. hey i noticed you reblogged a post from a designated Bad Person so please make sure you do a thorough background check on everyone you reblog from to make sure they're not bad, otherwise people might get the wrong idea about you. always be aware of everything bad that's happening in the world all the time because silence is violence. i see you not reblogging this post btw. activist burnout is a privilege so be aware of that. xyz people are required to reblog this post. if you're not constantly fighting against designated Bad People you are inherently complicit and therefore a Bad Person.
people with ocd: