[thissweetenamor]

[lesbiansforboromir]

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)

[lesbiansforboromir]

everyone stop reblogging this I hate to be reminded of my own good advice

[gouged-doll]

[wovi]

[globeshaped]

Brian Eno and photoshop (1995)

[bugthingsdaily]

Today's bug thing is this pair of horseshoe crab earrings from Bamboo Jewelry!

[diehellasrache]

I think I'm going to remember this phrase every time I cook for the next five years

[neenarchive]

why would u want disgusting characters

the best stories will always present you with a weird little freak i hope this helps

[secifosseluce]

being alive is to have life telling you ‘ok now i will ask you to be brave. now i will ask you to be brave. now i will ask you to be brave’ over and over and over until you learn it & then have to learn it again

[autoneurotic]

wanted all my horses in one basket, as it were

[savagedefectives]

Lucia Berlin

[niurd]

instagram.com/p/DYp81IhljXD/

[krasnoarmeyets]

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

[frailbug]

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

[womanguy]

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

[crazy-brazilian]

[accordionlover]

cross stitch, words from Jenny Holzer's Livings, 1980-1982