Recovery is not a decision you make once and then all is sorted.
Recovery is a decision you have to make every single day. You choose recovery when you first wake up in the morning, you choose recovery when you’re making breakfast, you choose recovery when you go out, you choose recovery when you sit down and watch a movie. You have to redecide to recover constantly.
this couldn’t be more true.
I find it so crazy how life is literally nothing more than a perspective. It is one thing, but a vague thing. I have no control over mine at the moment, but I know that every story serves a purpose, and no story serves a purpose. They are meaningless and meaningful. All is a paradox. Beauty can be found in simplicity and nothing can be found in complexity. But with a focus leaning towards good I say that I cannot tell what my future brings or what it holds. I cannot tell if something is right for me or if it is wrong for me. Things can change quicker than you’d ever believe it. Some things start off bad and end amazingly. Other things start amazingly and end horrifically. Somethings have been and always will be spectacular and others have been and will continue to be unfavorable. There’s nothing that I can really know for sure about what is yet to come for me, but what I do know is that I appreciate you right now in this given moment and these right now given days, and I have been appreciating you for the days that have passed, and that’s all that matters to me in my current life and mind. It’s you. Nothing else, but you.
this used to be my favorite poem until last night….
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
Can someone from the sciencey side of tumblr please explain this ?
This is called shape memory. It’s made from an alloy of titanium and nickel (I believe it’s called nitinol). It has the ability to “remember” the shape it’s taken.
When cold you can bend it whatever which way, but once you heat it (or in this case put it in what I presume is hot water) it will take the original shape.