love

probably sad.

[pangur-and-grim]

oh also a girl in my class found out that I illustrate, and asked if she could commission me for a pet portrait. so I said "sorry, I don't do commissions, but I can give you a free ink sketch." and then the next class I showed up with the sketch and she said "I love this. so why don't you do commissions? I can't commission you?" and I said sorry, just a bit busy. and then she went to grab something from her bag and gave it to me and said "here is a crystal charged under the full moon," and I didn't know what to say so I was just like "oh, okay thanks. thank you."

[undeadentropy]

You completed a side quest

[opaige]

Good afternoon today I am thinking about how Calypso hears Odysseus say Penelope's name before she even learns what his name is. She hears “Penelope” before she ever hears “Odysseus.”

And so do we.

In the opening lines of the musical, Odysseus rallies his men by invoking home: “Think of your wives and your children.” We are told so early and so clearly that the impulse that drives him, long before we even know him by name, is love, home, and memory. When the choir asks “What do you fight for?” he first answers: “Penelope.” And then he says it again. And when the prophet Tiresias speaks, when Eurylochus confronts him, when Circe questions his heart, when the gods themselves threaten him and debate his fate, it is always Penelope whose name rises, it is always his wife who is consistenly brought up. Penelope, whose presence is invoked in absence. Penelope, who defines every move he makes.

We learn who his wife is long before he utters his own name, which he only ever does once, in the only saga she's not mentioned. The only time he claims his name aloud is the one time he is wholly severed from her, textually and thematically. Every other chapter of this story, every other trial he endures, echoes with her name. Except this one. Penelope does not enter that cave. Her absence is deafening, and the one time he utters his name instead of hers, it is this exact same act that brings the storm, Poseidon's fury, the years added to their journey. The moment he lets go of her is the moment he is torn from her.

Her name is a refrain in the mouths of gods and monsters, a tether through temptation and torment. If you strip her from the story, you do not simply lose a love interest. You lose the anchor. You lose the tension. You lose the meaning behind every choice Odysseus makes, and every cost he bears.

She is not an afterthought. She is with him from the very beginning and she's the one with him at the very end. She is the centre of the story.

[grrlyman-deactivated20141218]

[inkskinned]

you tried everything. you tried relationship check-ins and using positive thinking. you tried modelling healthy coping strategies and printing out pages of cognitive behavioral therapy tricks. you tried relationship podcasts and audiobooks and posts on instagram. you tried steamrolling your own emotions and making yourself into a fractal of a person. you tried ripping out your own hair and you tried to feed from your own stomach. you tried setting boundaries - and when that failed, you tried to be okay with broken boundaries.

you tried explaining, over and over and over. you tried long-winded texts that delicately apologized and took accountability; you tried short and earnest apologies that directly confronted the issue. you tried letting them apologize first - and when that didn't work at all, you tried to delicately explain you needed their apology.

you tried, because you really thought they could change. sometimes, if you caught them in the right moment - they even seemed willing. they would nod and agree to try therapy (eventually) or try calming techniques (eventually) or try safe communication practices (eventually) or try -

and you feel like a fool, because you gave them so much grace about it, and that's how things got so bad for so long. you were being patient and kind and willing. you gave them time. you promised yourself that next week, they'd be better. next week, they'd be the partner you needed. next week, they'd be there for you. they'd finally see all the effort and love and trying! and as some kind of divine reward, why, they'd finally -

the whole time your boundaries shifted and swam. since you were being patient with them, you started taking barely-there token actions as being "enough." okay, they didn't really apologize, but even the use of the words "i'm sorry" was enough! okay, they didn't support you through grief, but afterwards they seemed guilty about that and offered to buy you sushi. wasn't that all good enough? isn't love about growth and bringing the other person up with you?

so when you finally broke about this and finally decided to run: well, you had expected to be ruined. you had cried in the shower picturing it. and instead. instead. you were suddenly, coldly, wildly - done.

[stardial]

missing someone is crazy because you’ll have dreams that r like “we went on a nice walk together :)” and you’ll wake up feeling like you’re gonna throw up

[aubrey-plaza]

[ariminiria]

I CAN’T BREATHE

[creeket]

YALSo lOcKEd miAUt O De fECKIn cAr

[figmentforms-the-human]

OTIS IS BACK

[magentasnoodle]

we usually think of mood as a scale from 1-5, but there's actually a negative scale too, where the frown turns back into a smile, but just a little insane !

[662607015]

having a freeze response to stress is so funny in the context of normal adult stressors. millions of years of evolution are trying to tell me that the email will not find me if i stay very still and do nothing

[flowerriing]

missing someone sucks

[catchymemes]

[flowerriing]

ive gotten to a point recently where i realized i will never be able to look like what i wanted to a few years ago. i had idealized ambitions about what my body could become even thought, realistically, my bone structure could never meet those expectations. i never thought that looking at pretty people could make me so sad in this way, recognizing that i will never look like that - no matter how much older i get, what i wear, or how much weight i lose. i look the way i look, and there are certain parameters that come along with that and i will never be able to change them. i hope that i can learn to not want to change them someday

[flowerriing]

my fiancé is so adorable and makes me really happy so i just wanted to share this gif where he looks so beautiful

[nyctoheart]

My intention isn’t to BOSS people around. But people who don’t create on tumblr really have to understand that if creators stop posting here, you won’t have anything else to like but maybe memes. If you want content to circle around to your dashboard… you have to pay it forward and reblog. That is why this website is dying. The Ban is not the only reason.

[nyctoheart]

And its like…. people dont even fucking realize how special tumblr is

Tumblr doesn’t have verified checkmarks. Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm to you show ❝The Best Stuff❞. Tumblr doesn’t display how many followers you have. Tumblr isn’t obsessed with subscriptions. 

Tumblr is an even playing field compared to websites like Twitter, Instagram, and Youtube. Which means its up to us, the users, to spread the word of people we enjoy– the way the internet should be.

I’m not asking you to reblog shit you don’t like. I’m not asking you to reblog everything out of pity. But when you see a post you genuinely like, reblog it.

[tywvin-archive]

I think so many people mistake the ‘you should reblog’ message with ‘I’m greedy and all I want is notes’ when it’s really not at all like that.

When creators say they’re discouraged from creating because their posts get no notes, they don’t mean they will refuse to create unless their last edit reaches at least 1k notes. What they mean is that the effort they’re putting into creating something purely out of inspiration and the need to share their passion and creativity with the world is being consumed and forgotten, just like it is on Instagram. Tumblr has changed from having an even reblog-like ratio, or even twice as many reblogs as likes, to being another social media where users consume content instead of sharing it.

We’re not trying to force you to reblog everything or want you to fill your blog with things you don’t like. But Tumblr is built on reblogs and likes. This is not a fast-food company where you can order something, consume it, and then throw it away. The very base of this website is sharing, as opposed to Instagram. Here, likes don’t give our posts exposure, reblogs do.

Notes are not the problem, the fact that you want new content without supporting creators is. So yeah, don’t be surprised if creators stop creating because nobody wants to share their creations.

[thestrawberrynight]

working in the greenhouse in the mornings, having a little kitchen and baking bread, muffins and cookies there, having dinners on the nature, running on the field with camomiles wearing only long cotton dress and reading books under the tree

[studylustre]

[anime--irl]

anime_irl

[soft-butch-cassidy]

doing anything is hard when you’re depressed but sitting around in apathy ain’t gonna help. get the fuck up. seriously. do one thing. open the curtains. dust your monitor. throw away those leftovers in the fridge from last week. clean the bathroom sink. its an ocean of bullshit and you need to swim. break the cycle of misery and guilt and apathy so you can get better. its hard. do it anyway. recovery starts with breaking the cycle. baby steps, but steps.

[soft-butch-cassidy]

it’s not ableist or anything to tell someone with depression to do something. look. it’s hard. it sucks. but you wont get better if you don’t do anything. depression is a cycle. you dont have energy to do things, so things dont get done, so you feel guilty, which makes you more depressed, with less energy, and so on. but you can’t recover if you dont start. you can’t get help without getting it. that’s a verb! you need to do it! do something! break the cycle and you’ll start to recover. it’s a long, difficult process, and you can’t do it alone, and you might need medication and therapy, but you can’t get on the road to recovery if you’re staying inside with the curtains closed. you can’t even open the curtains without taking baby steps. you can’t take baby steps until you stand up. so stand up.