Imho the idea of ‘cruelty free’ products or food shouldn’t mean that nothing died to create it, but rather that anything and anyone involved in the creation process hasn’t been exploited or harmed.
Leather is good actually. Veganism isn’t the end all be all to morality and consumption. The issue isn’t that a chicken died for those nuggets, but that while the chicken was alive, it’s life fucking sucked. Vegan chocolate means little if the cocoa that made it was gathered by child slave labor.
Factory farms, abuses of the people who pick the fruit and vegetables we eat, the focus profit and productivity over all else - that’s the fucking issue here. It’s capitalism folks.
Something important I’m reminding myself of lately is that it is not only okay, but completely normal for hunger levels to differ from day to day. Some days your body just needs more to be satisfied, and some days it needs less. That is okay, and it is okay to listen to your body and give it what it needs. There is no shame in having periods of time where you’re hungrier than usual. It does not mean you’re doing anything wrong or that you need to punish yourself.
Bodies have different experiences every single day, so they can’t be expected to have the exact same energy requirements every single day. The practice of hearing your body, fulfilling its needs, and coping with any unpleasant emotions that spring up during this process is ultimately guiding you towards health and healing. Bodies are smart; brains can be kinda dumb.
Sometimes I go to myself “you know, I don’t understand what NFTs are” and then I go look it up again and discover, yes, actually I do know what NFTs are. It’s just that every time I read about them again I’m left going “this CAN’T be it, there has to be something else to make this make sense” and the answer is always no.
I need it to really sink in that between the dog and the very young human, both of them are experiencing a kind of joy and delight they literally did not know was even possible before this.
That baby is very young and the dog has no instincts about the springy rubbery environments its ancestors didn’t encounter because they don’t exist. How rare is it, how splendid, to watch two souls on this Earth, so different and yet so alike in their joint delight over a source of joy that they’ve never experienced before
the lord of the rings is so honest. so raw. so sincere. so unabashedly from the heart. no snide fourth wall jokes, no attempts to alleviate the heaviness. it is is wholeheartedly earnest in its dedication to portraying hope and love and faith and loyalty and courage, and that is what makes it feel like home to so many of us. it’s true to itself. it doesn’t pretend to be cool and care less. it cares, a lot, and that is a rare, beautiful thing. it warms our hearts to care for a piece of fiction that was made to care about and be cared about
