[soundcarvings]

It’s easier for the brain to repeat the past than to accommodate a new experience

[art-gorl150]

-I relaxed after work

-I took care of lunch for tomorrow and got gas

- I pushed myself to be vulnerable to a new connection at work

-I let go of the swirling chaos/ rumination of my life for a minute to focus on clients

- I redirected my focus to ppl that like me when I felt like someone at work didnt like me

I enjoyed

- marion berry lemon poppy seed cake

-convos at work

-cloudiness

-dancing to music

[ahmadwaleed55]

We are living the first days of Ramadan in Gaza.

While many families around the world are gathering for iftar with full tables and safety, this is our reality.

Here, hunger is not just part of fasting. It is daily life.

We fast from dawn until sunset, but the hardest part is not knowing if there will be anything to break it with.

My family wants to observe Ramadan like Muslim families everywhere. I wish I could comfort them by saying that a warm meal is waiting at sunset, like every fasting person deserves.

My father’s health is getting worse. He urgently needs medical care and proper nutrition.

Watching him grow weaker while we struggle to provide even basic food is heartbreaking.

If you are reading this from anywhere in the world, please know that your support truly makes a difference.

Please stand with my family this Ramadan.

Help us secure food and medical care for my father.

If you cannot donate, please share

📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.

[metaldragoon]

Berserk (1997)

[allsadnshit]

When I was younger and would feel so overwhelmed by sadness and anger at my circumstance it made me wish I was someone else and now that I have healed in many big ways when I feel those emotions bubbling up I still remain wanting to be me and wanting my own problems because although they have broken me at times they are still mine and I feel a sense of trust that what I want is on the other side or maybe I should say exists secretly woven into whatever I will need to face and do to get there

[art-gorl150]

YESSSSSS

[art-gorl150]

[art-gorl150]

Fall

[xenosagaepisodeone]

hey man i see the projector in your mind's eye casting the image of a beautiful self indulgent fantasy over my silhouette so i just wanted to remind you before you try any funny business that when its battery dies it's just going to be me here

[thinkingimages]

The Hour of the Star, Clarice Lispector's consummate final novel, may well be her masterpiece. Narrated by the cosmopolitan Rodrigo S.M., this brief, strange, and haunting tale is the story of Macabéa, one of life's unfortunates. Living in the slums of Rio de Janeiro and eking out a poor living as a typist, Macabéa loves movies, Coca-Cola, and her rat of a boyfriend; she would like to be like Marilyn Monroe, but she is ugly, underfed, sickly, and unloved. Rodrigo recoils from her wretchedness, and yet he cannot avoid realization that for all her outward misery, Macabéa is inwardly free. She doesn't seem to know how unhappy she should be. Lispector employs her pathetic heroine against her urbane, empty narrator--edge of despair to edge of despair--and, working them like a pair of scissors, she cuts away the reader's preconceived notions about poverty, identity, love, and the art of fiction. In her last novel she takes readers close to the true mystery of life, and leaves us deep in Lispector territory indeed.

[art-gorl150]

9/20/25

Today’s color is blue, like a perfect sky in the middle of the day.

Did not speak to another human in person today.

Sat in the sun and went for a walk in the woods and listened to my “sadness and pain” playlist on spotify. That was fun sadness.

The rest was sadness I didn’t want to feel.

At least had some virtual connection towards the end of the day.

Pictured above: dessert sadness

[art-gorl150]

I took a bath today. I gave myself the permission to bc i was like “when’s the last time I took a bath?” I occupied myself by working gloopy deep conditioner through my hair, and shaving my legs and underarms carefully. The warm water felt pleasant for maybe 3 minutes.

I took a drawing lesson on youtube. It felt good to have to focus, and I made it through a lesson, though I felt lost with all the options of internet classes and no audience. It made me realize that doing your hobbies outside of the structure and grade based incentive of school is hard.

[loveridden1999]

i miss my ex bestfriend & everyone else that i have ever loved but don't want any of them back either

[loveridden1999]

what the fuck man

[art-gorl150]

Just moved back to Portland after a five year detour in LA, and right now my life is filled with endless moving from place to place until I get an apartment, paperwork and big, monetary life decisions, and the need to commit, without knowing what I want or what will be optimal for my life. It feels like everything is everywhere and my mind looks like the living room of a house that just got hit by a tornado, on top of the regular depression that makes me feel even more paralyzed and lazy (though the two feelings are deeply linked). I defo don't have a clear path laid out in front of me, it doesn't even feel like I have many paths, it feels like there is just an endless clearing and there are no promises of any intimacy, joy, satisfaction, safety, or purpose on the horizon, though I guess that's how life works. I have my my core group of friends here, but I'd say that 9/10 times after hanging out with them I still feel like an astronaut just floating in space with nothing to stabilize them and I don't know why that is or what is wrong with me or maybe our relationship.

I know that I picked a good career path for myself, and am probably the most satisfied with that out of everything, even though it hasn't really taken off yet. I know that I want a community, to make art, a relationship, emotional safety and adventure.

[amalights]

[art-gorl150]

Merge

I fell in love with the concrete

and grafitti

and the music in her car

Even if it makes me sick

I inhale the fumes

I like to be one

with it all

Fireworks like heartbeats of the city

Rattling my bones

A one bedroom apartment in the city

That I call "home"

And when I'm in the park

the only green for miles

I let the bugs crawl on my skin

[art-gorl150]

When will i find my ppl

[art-gorl150]

June 10th

-I feel out of control of my life in terms of creativity, intimacy, career wise. My main concern right now is creativity though: I haven't really been able to work on my creations in a while now, mostly because I feel like I don't really have any sort of an audience/outlet for my stuff. Art isn't made in a vacuum. Though I guess I haven't had much of an audience before and kept creating

-I've gotten some serious bouts of sadness, and I'm pretty sure it's because I have a big life change coming up soon.

-frustrating day at work

-today I have felt: GUILT cos I just don't feel like I'm doing enough artistically and cos I never feel like I'm doing a good job at work, anger/frustration, sadness, optimism

-Grateful for

a good nap today, though I just wish I was less sleepy

a healthy smoothie