Juvias

Daily Diary

[juviasgardenoflove]

i am in love with the City Council of Darkness finale bc while every season has funny moments and feels like best friends just playing together, this is the first time ( to me) in which a season from beginning to the end is truly just some friends fucking around!! like genuinely they said fuck the story! there was like no stakes at all!! everything was so silly and it’s great!

like we’ve all had a “yeah i doesn’t know the game super well, but who cares what’s the funniest thing we can possibly do? everything has a loop hole and nobody dies” moment and I LOVE IT

the season started with Vesper EATING a missile, LaVonte was pegged, i gave up on the story immediately

[notchainedtotrauma]

“The very serious function of racism … is distraction. It keeps you from doing your work. It keeps you explaining, over and over again, your reason for being. Somebody says you have no language and so you spend 20 years proving that you do. Somebody says your head isn’t shaped properly so you have scientists working on the fact that it is. Somebody says that you have no art so you dredge that up. Somebody says that you have no kingdoms and so you dredge that up. None of that is necessary.”

from Toni Morrison's speech at Portland State University

[resqectable]

“You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.”

— Danielle LaPorte, The Positivity of Pride

[bnmxfld]

And in the silence I suddenly understood the many ways a person can die but still be alive.

Carmen Rodrigues / 34 Pieces of You

[juviasgardenoflove]

I Wrote Something Today.

It's sometimes the worst days that aid in gathering your life into a neat fold. Like the ends of a piece of cloth or beloved blanket. Tightly folded and neatly put away. Not forgotten, but stored for later use. Easy to find. Cared for in a visual sense. Not strewn across the room, left on the floor, but on a shelf. One easy to reach and put back when needed.

Eh, metaphors and similes all askew, but nonetheless I'm happy. On a terrible day, I wrote something and life feels a little better and easier to deal with.

[juviasgardenoflove]

[ad-wills]

[quotefeeling]

“There are two types of people you will meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe unfold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”

— Unknown

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky.

[text id: i can’t be loved, swallowed or digested. must i make myself smaller?]