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works by trish andersen.
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Aubade Ending with the Death of a Mosquito, Tarfia Faizullah
“You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy. You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like. If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.”
— Julien Smith, The Flinch (via wnq-anonymous)
I think about this all the fucking time and it’s fucking terrifying
specially the part where we literally have to choose to stay with the people we love because we could very well disappear to a whole different life and eventually we would find new people to love
this fluidity of self is beautiful, and keeps us alive, but it’s scary as all fuck
Combinations (or The Combined Dalinian Phantasms; Ants, Keys, Nails), 1931, Salvador Dali
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original image, illustrated by frank uppwall, for dorine b. clark’s gutter star (1954)
yeah just leave it on the table for me I’ll get some in a minute
failure anxiety really is psychological torture
you can’t bring yourself to start any task because of the possibility that you’ll fail to produce anything of value and end up not only having to confront the fact that you were never capable of doing it, but that you wasted time and energy trying. but every second you don’t spend working on it your brain is screaming at you that you’re losing valuable time and only increasing the probability of failure.
and every success you’ve had in the past does nothing to reduce your anxiety, and in fact only makes it worse, because you feel like you’ve given other people expectations of you that are impossible to meet, since as far as you’re concerned all your previous achievements are the result of chance and not your abilities and skills.
Ouch.
if i saw a ring of mushrooms in the forest i would step inside it actually
“you shouldn’t do that you’ll get trapped in the faerie realm” and? that’s the fae’s problem, not mine
oh no, the late-night urge to run away to the seclusion of the forest hut and live off berries and mushrooms and home-made liquor with a group of alluring and eerie wild-women is back