Three Goblin Art
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz
trying on a metaphor
Monterey Bay Aquarium
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER
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Stranger Things
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

@theartofmadeline
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@baileyhalp
the introduction
you know that post on tumblr that goes something like āme, disabled, mentally ill: i bet i could start a farmā?
the notes are chock full of people who long for open skies and rolling hills but feel trapped by the hand that nature dealt them.Ā people afraid of the overwhelming amount of time, effort, and money that goes into homesteading because their body or their brain wonāt give them a break.Ā people who look longingly at homesteading youtube and think āman, that sounds awesome, but thereās no way i could handle all that on my bad days.ā
yeah, me too.
my credentials?Ā agoraphobia, generalized anxiety, depressive episodes, and a laundry list of skeletal/muscular issues that force me to get creative when it comes to getting things done on the bad days.Ā iāve got a partner that is invaluable but he works long hours and waiting for him to come home isnāt gonna get the rabbits fed.
but i decided to try this whole farm thing anyway, because i looked at the state of the commercial ag industry in this country and didnāt like what i saw.Ā so i thought, even if it sucks, even if i have to beat myself to get it done, iām gonna do it.Ā but iām gonna do it my way, not the way everyone says i should do it.
so i did, armed with naught but a fierce love for animals, dogged determination, and a high-speed internet connection.
and it works.Ā well, it works well enough.
people kept telling me i needed to talk about how i make it work up here, when waking up functional is a gamble i canāt always win.Ā so here i am, i guess. to show that even if your dishes are dirty, the laundry is weeks overdue, and the only thing you managed to do today was go outside and make sure your animals had food and water, that you can still grow your own food and make it work.Ā you just gotta figure out what works for you.
i donāt know how useful anything i say will be, but if it helps even one person realize their dreams thatās enough for me.
my nameās shazza, iām having a bad day, and iām doing my best.
concept playlists <3
youāre slow dancing at the end of the world in a field of wildflowers waiting for the darkness to consume you & youāre choking on violet smoke but the world is so beautiful
itās judgement day & youāve been sentenced to an eternity in the sixth circle of hell, your new home is a flaming crypt & satans eyes look like black holes but you want to crawl inside them
you wake up wrapped in gossamer & abandoned in a sun drenched clearing & your head is throbbing but your body is singing
buzzed & melancholic driving home from a party with your best friend and shouting lyrics out the window into the cool air & the empty streets while the streetlights twinkle like faux stars
road-tripping through the summer with your best friend to find yourselves with the help of cherry cola & 70s music & the wide open road but falling in love instead
itās 5:39 am on a friday & you were woken by the patter of rain at your window, soft grey light filters through your curtain & your chest is bursting with melancholy
summer is stretching out forever in this foreign town & youāre bored out of your mind but that girl is staring & something stirs in your chest & you can feel your freckled cheeks blush
you blink & suddenly youāre groggy & confused in a place you donāt recognise & you swear you saw something move out the corner of your eye & you only just noticed the unearthly screams coming from behind the fireplace
your lover left for good & now you cry yourself to sleep on your rooftop watching the sun set in black and white with the taste of cigarettes and cheap wine in your mouth
youāre dancing manically at midnight with monsters in a graveyard & youāre not exactly sure how you got there but youāre not mad about it
xtra: gen z indie kid / amortentia
Some aesthetic playlists for writing
For when youāre in an 80s teen montage
For when youāre in a jazz coffee shop in NYC
For when youāre on a quest to find the fae queen
For when youāre in a teen road-trip scene
For when youāre chilling on a spaceship hopping from planet to planet
For when youāre running along the roofs of renaissance Italy
For when youāre a farmhand taking his lunch break in the meadowĀ
For when youāre a high end classy ass art thief
For when youāre kicking butt with the beauty and sass of a k-pop star
For when youāre attending a coronation ball for the crown princeĀ
For when youāre going on an adventure
For when you and your best friends are trying to figure out life together
let me know if you want me to add more!!!
Love yourself
Ā© Lilac_wht | Do not edit.
ParallelĀ Earth.
AMAZING
I LOVE
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Iām so tired..
i wonder if iāll ever be able to run far enough
i want to escape
but i can never go
heres some concept playlists even tho nobody asked
a subway car at 4am with 2 people on it or a cafe and you meet the eyes of someone staring at you and you both just blush a lil or like laughing with a group of people you know you donāt belong with or holding ur head in ur hands on ur front porch
going monster hunting with two of your best friends bc an old woman told u that theres a werewolf at the end of the railroad track. youre armed with only a baseball bat, two broken flashlights and half a pack of gummy worms
for going out onto a balcony in the middle of summer and not feeling the heat and for running away; aĀ disenfranchised youth vibe
sitting outside with your best friends one hot summer night. you breathe in the humid air and the hot wind blows through your hair. no one says anything. no one has to.