“I’m Not Going To Stand Here And Listen To You Accusing Me Of Things I Clearly Did”

𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 . . <3

eat delicious things in every sense. savor novels that unravel slowly, like decadent meals for the mind. let sunlight kiss ur skin, bask in its warmth like an endless summer. hold close the people who make you feel alive, kiss them tenderly, love them fiercely. laugh at bad jokes, the kind that make you roll ur eyes but secretly smile. plant basil on your windowsill, water it with care, breathe in its fragrance as you stir it into your meals. be unafraid to indulge in beauty, to notice it everywhere and to consume it greedily. there is no virtue in starving yourself of joy, no wisdom in rationing delight.

Shadow: My wife just died.

Low Key: Sometimes it be like that.

like i was saying

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Nature Chart

by Jessica Roux

there will be times when those bad nights creep back up on you, no matter how good you've been doing prior, and you can't stop the sad feelings.

that doesn't erase your progress. you're still doing good. it's just one bad night.

Loki: Okay I got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood

Odin: Wow... where'd you find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Loki: ...you wanted fake blood?

❝When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook–a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.❞

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf, mid-twentieth century:

❝[L]et us take down one of those old notebooks which we have all, at one time or another, had a passion for beginning.

Most of the pages are blank, it is true; but at the beginning we shall find a certain number very beautifully covered with a strikingly legible hand-writing. Here we have written down the names of great writers in their order of merit; here we have copied out fine passages from the classics; here are lists of books to be read; and here, most interesting of all, lists of books that have actually been read, as the reader testifes with some youthful vanity by a dash of red ink.❞

— Virginia Woolf, "Hours in a Library". Granite and Rainbow: Essays by Virginia Woolf (New York: Harcourt, Brace and Co., 1958),p.25.