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As long as I can make them laugh, it doesn’t matter how, I’ll be alright. If I succeed in that, the human beings probably won’t mind it too much if I remain outside their lives. The one thing I must avoid is becoming offensive in their eyes: I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.
Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human
Collab w my pretty wife @balonval (she did dazai, I did Fyodor) ♡♡
The fact that we have more collabs to do (all of them are fyozai, btw).
"My eye? My eye is fine. There's nothing unusual about hiding one's body parts from view. But, if you insist to see more, I will not disappoint."
Happy birthday Kaeya! (o´∀`o)
Dodomeki Kaeya by @mamonsinon! ✨👁️
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The last gif was death to me, I can’t wait to see them in the season (mostly will see Atsumu first, kyaaaa)
MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!
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“Getting” yourself to write
Yesterday, I was trawling iTunes for a decent podcast about writing. After a while, I gave up, because 90% of them talked incessantly about “self-discipline,” “making writing a habit,” “getting your butt in the chair,” “getting yourself to write.” To me, that’s six flavors of fucked up.
Okay, yes—I see why we might want to “make writing a habit.” If we want to finish anything, we’ll have to write at least semi-regularly. In practical terms, I get it.
But maybe before we force our butts into chairs, we should ask why it’s so hard to “get” ourselves to write. We aren’t deranged; our brains say “I don’t want to do this” for a reason. We should take that reason seriously.
Most of us resist writing because it hurts and it’s hard. Well, you say, writing isn’t supposed to be easy—but there’s hard, and then there’s hard. For many of us, sitting down to write feels like being asked to solve a problem that is both urgent and unsolvable—“I have to, but it’s impossible, but I have to, but it’s impossible.” It feels fucking awful, so naturally we avoid it.
We can’t “make writing a habit,” then, until we make it less painful. Something we don’t just “get” ourselves to do.
The “make writing a habit” people are trying to do that, in their way. If you do something regularly, the theory goes, you stop dreading it with such special intensity because it just becomes a thing you do. But my god, if you’re still in that “dreading it” phase and someone tells you to “make writing a habit,” that sounds horrible.
So many of us already dismiss our own pain constantly. If we turn writing into another occasion for mute suffering, for numb and joyless endurance, we 1) will not write more, and 2) should not write more, because we should not intentionally hurt ourselves.
Seriously. If you want to write more, don’t ask, “how can I make myself write?” Ask, “why is writing so painful for me and how can I ease that pain?” Show some compassion for yourself. Forgive yourself for not being the person you wish you were and treat the person you are with some basic decency. Give yourself a fucking break for avoiding a thing that makes you feel awful.
Daniel José Older, in my favorite article on writing ever, has this to say to the people who admonish writers to write every day:
Here’s what stops more people from writing than anything else: shame. That creeping, nagging sense of ‘should be,’ ‘should have been,’ and ‘if only I had…’ Shame lives in the body, it clenches our muscles when we sit at the keyboard, takes up valuable mental space with useless, repetitive conversations. Shame, and the resulting paralysis, are what happen when the whole world drills into you that you should be writing every day and you’re not.
The antidote, he says, is to treat yourself kindly:
For me, writing always begins with self-forgiveness. I don’t sit down and rush headlong into the blank page. I make coffee. I put on a song I like. I drink the coffee, listen to the song. I don’t write. Beginning with forgiveness revolutionizes the writing process, returns its being to a journey of creativity rather than an exercise in self-flagellation. I forgive myself for not sitting down to write sooner, for taking yesterday off, for living my life. That shame? I release it. My body unclenches; a new lightness takes over once that burden has floated off. There is room, now, for story, idea, life.
Writing has the potential to bring us so much joy. Why else would we want to do it? But first we’ve got to unlearn the pain and dread and anxiety and shame attached to writing—not just so we can write more, but for our own sakes! Forget “making writing a habit”—how about “being less miserable”? That’s a worthy goal too!
Luckily, there are ways to do this. But before I get into them, please absorb this lesson: if you want to write, start by valuing your own well-being. Start by forgiving yourself. And listen to yourself when something hurts.
Next post: freewriting
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I need to read this again and again and again
So peaceful Souvenir. A brother singing ancient Andalusian song in Al-hambra palace.
Unmute
The right amount of melancholy
This is one of my most favorite Andalusian muwashshahat (an Arabic poem that’s specifically written to be sung). It was written in the 3rd century by an Arab poet from Granada, so it’s not very far fetched that the song has been sung at some point in that very palace centuries ago.
These are the lyrics in Arabic and English, in case anyone’s interested.
When he appeared with a sway in his walk My darling infatuated me with his beauty Oh, my fate and my confusion Who will have mercy when I complain Of anguish in love Except for the holder of beauty?
لما بدا يتثنى حبي جماله فتننا وعدي و يا حيرتي من لي رحيم شكوتي فى الحب من لوعتي إلا مليك الجمال
Puma, Tiger, Jaguar, Leopard, Bobcat, Lion, Sand cat, Pallas’s cat, Snow leopard, Panther
Big Cats
… a remarkable family that has conquered the world. One family… 40 different faces. They thrive in every landscape… from the frozen north… to the driest deserts. From the most remote, barely explored places… to the heart of our modern world. These are the cats.
finished the flushed faces! went with kazuha, xiao, scaramouche, and diluc since i don’t draw them very often 😳✨
“He was a skeptic, he was young, abstract, and therefore cruel.”
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
i’m sorry but din djarin ending up co-parenting with luke would be the funniest fucking thing. imagine this confused dad who would like to stay a side character suddenly stuck with THEE magical space monk to end them all, who incidentally is from the most over-involved ‘drama is the family business and overthrowing government is a Goddamn Ordeal’ family in the galaxy. the wild, insane, batshit crazy nonsense din would have to put up with, the times he would be getting ready for a nice, quiet family trip, only for Luke to force a rainbow wig over his helmet and drag him to the Skywalker Clowncar™ to fuck shit up where main action’s at, their son cheerfully murdering his way behind them.
If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the results of a hundred battles.
Sun Tzu (via philosophyquotes)
We do not want to improve ourselves or be bettered, we merely wish to be pitied and encouraged in the course we have chosen.
Albert Camus, The Fall (via philosophyquotes)
WHAT KIND OF ONIGIRIS ARE OSAMU MAKING TO LOOK LIKE THIS
us clowns before 15x18
even destiel went canon before nevada finished counting the ballots
“Truth is not spoken in anger. Truth is spoken, if it ever comes to be spoken, in love. The gaze of love is not deluded. It sees what is best in the beloved even when what is best in the beloved finds it hard to emerge into the light.”
— J. M. Coetzee, Slow Man
