Toy Stoy 3 (2010) dir. Lee Unkrich

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Toy Stoy 3 (2010) dir. Lee Unkrich
I Got Fired and Now I'm Here...
I got fired from my full time job yesterday, and honestly it's about damn time I think. I've worked in customer service, retail, and food service since graduating high school. While I went to college and recently graduated with my second bachelor's degree in Communications, paired with my first in Creative Writing, I haven't done much in my writing life this year beyond finishing my first poetry collection and submitting it to various contests, residencies, etc. It's been months of rejections, rough attempts to tweak what I called "tiny failures," and sleepless nights where I wondered did I waste the last two and half years writing something that so many have called incomplete. And then I get fired a week before Thanksgiving.
I should be relieved to finally be free of an industry that caused me to stress and neglect myself, along with my writing goals and aspirations. But in the current state of the U.S. economy, I'm terrified. Sure, I could write to my heart's content now until the next opportunity comes along. But when will that be? When will my work get recognition worthy of getting paid to do what I'm most passionate for?
As a 20-something, getting closer to being a 30-something, I find myself constantly stuck in the same toxic environments, exhausting routines, and empty support systems that don't enrich me creatively year after year. I keeping telling myself that there must be more to life than just waking up and working for the rich until I die. That I'm destined to be more than a fulfillment source for everyone else's needs while excluding my own. But how can I when all I have is a vision without an execution plan?
Bangtan core āØ
chat reminder to just write whatever the fuck you want. write that overused trope. write that obscure shit that no one will have heard of. just. do it. your writing is yours stop depriving it of that.
Reading a story you wrote when you were 13 is something that makes you realise that there was always something weird and lonely about you. Mostly weird.
Itās me. Iām the problem hehe
JIHYO ā® LOLLAPALOOZA CHICAGO ā 250802 (Ā© zzuurc on tiktok)
I ain't a wimp when I get writers block I STRESS ABOUT IT FOR A WEEK STRAIGHT, and not to ChatGPT like a coward. I face writers block like a man, laying in bed hours crying.
''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway
I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.
Where to start...
I hate not being able to finish what I start, but then it gets difficult to finish things you started a long time ago...ugh, I hate being stuck. I donāt know where to start anymore...
I was looking to the sky tonight hoping to find you in any of the stars out there.
This month is so difficult for me because of the memories last year. (via coral)
Starting Over...
Okay, so itās been a few months....alot of months. But hey life happens, right?
Since January, I somehow managed to finish my freshman year of college, gained almost 30 pounds over the summer, got my first taste of employment in the food/restaurant industry, and started another book or Wattpad...sorta. Itās a short fanfiction calledĀ āGirls Like Girlsā based on the music video of the songĀ āGirls Like Girlsā by Hayley Kiyoko...who just so happens to like girls. <insert somewhat ironic laughter> Anyways, I only wrote it to get back into the swing of things on Wattpad, but once I finished it I was gone for another month or so until recently. A few days ago, I basically had an epihany that I need to start living in my purpose, otherwise I aināt really doing shit with my life. With that being said, Iām starting over. No more games, procrastination, and childās play. I quit my shitty $5 an hour job at Applebeeās and made a promise to myself that I would never settle for less or lower my standards when it comes to doing something I love in this world. That promise has not only fueled me to get back on Wattpad, part-time cause Iām still in school and good grades pay the tuition, and finish what I started so many years ago. Eventually, Iāll have a set publishing schedule but until then, why not just keep posting like this...every other day? I guess thatād be better than posting every ten months and letting this Tumblr collect dust, as it so often does.
P.S. - The link toĀ āGirls Like Girlsā will be below!! https://www.wattpad.com/story/43739583-girls-like-girls
I donāt care what anybody saysā¦.this was the BEST episode of Black Mirror!