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"find something that doesn't feel like work to you" so close! everything feels like work because I just want to be at home doing nothing and to go on walks
“Okay here’s the list of chores I want to get done today” I tell myself before having sudden full body fatigue from seemingly nothing
reading poetry forces you to ask wrenching, necessary, impossible questions, like "is the author stupid? or am I?"
they should invent a feeling that can be put into words
they should invent a summer that doesn't feel like it's only 2 weeks
Sometimes I feel like the worst person in the world, my mom says I was a bad kid, I try and I try and I try, but every night when my head hits the pillow all I dream of is being someone good, someday I’m gonna be something good
have you guys heard of unconditional love it’s the song of the summer. and the fall. and the winter and the spring
awwww i just found out i have to do whats best for me even though it hurts a lot 👎👎👎👎👎
If I didn’t create, all the feelings in me would make me explode, and I’d be nothing but a rush of blood and body parts
You can feel pain, But that means you can feel a lot of other things too, Your heart has room for more than just the dirt, The sun has a house in your heart too, and it’s neighbours with love, and nostalgia, and empathy. You can feel pain!! and that means you can feel a million marvellous other things too!!
꩜ Modernist Mastpiece: ‘Untitled’ by Jun'ichiro Sekino, a pioneering Japanese artist known for his striking woodblock prints. ➤
may all of you get to experience being loved properly
one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess
holding an oc closely.... if you had a fandom would people be insane about you....
by making art you are improving no matter what im so serious never stop making art ever . Never stop drawing that game you like or those ocs only you know or things you see or objects that appeal to you or stars or hearts or shapes. draw wonky hands and weird proportions . This is important btw
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Do my deep rooted issues and trauma make you want me?
I still have a million dreams in me, but I’m really thankful for the life I’ve made so far and the love I’ve gotten to experience
Finally the world feels warm. I am at home in my mind after a long time being the neighbour looking for flour, banging on the door, full of need and nothing else. But I’m ready. I’m learning how to plant beets and tomatoes and good intentions, I’m raising sheets of drywall, I’m picking out the curtains for the house I’m building in my body. I have good love, I have a sun that rises, I have my friends and our secret language, and words to explain that there is pain in me but I am not the same as it. My feet beat against the cracks in the sidewalk as my music swings through my headphones, the day is just beginning and I am out here eating the sun.
btw dating sucks as a concept.
i want to get a master's degree i want to take a cake decorating class i want to dance i want to sing i want to write and remember how to think i want to swim i want to be free
A good day to me would be waking up without panic in my heart, no alarm just sunlight in my eyes, not having to rush to make breakfast, really feeling the heat move from my mug to my palms, reading a few pages of my book, going for a walk with the intention of really hearing the world move and breathe and hum around me, listening to music with someone I love, dancing with them, taking them to dinner and making them laugh from across a table filled with bread and candles and strawberry wine, going to bed all warm and full and excited for the next day of my not so noteworthy but joyous little life….