“I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.”
— Tara Hardy, Bone Marrow

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“I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.”
— Tara Hardy, Bone Marrow
i think people get so used to their own creative work that they forget how amazing it is so i’m making this post as a reminder You are the only person capable of making art the exact way you make it. nobody else on earth can do that. there are always going to be those little habits and intricacies and details that simply cannot be replicated whether it’s in writing or painting or textiles and you make life all the better for it i love my friends’ art i love art from strangers im trying to love my own art I LOVE YOU!!! THE PERSON READING THIS!!!!!!! YOU ARE A PART OF THIS WORLD NEVER EVER STOP MAKING THINGS THAT CAN IMPACT IT
Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of creating an account and verifying my email and enabling 2 step verification and downloading the app and opting out of targeted ads and signing up for promotional newsletters and unsubscribing and unsubscribing and opting out and opting out
Magical pastel sunsets at the beaches of Marche, Italy 🇮🇹💕✨ By @mauro_roberto__
i know it's hard. but i so firmly believe the strongest antidote to loneliness is reaching out first. and continuing to reach out. again and again and again. excise any scrap of shame you hold about being the person who texts first or pitches the plan or asks to get lunch. everyone is tired and busy and struggling. and afraid of feeling unwanted and unimportant. don't let the people you love feel that way. reach out first. don't be a ghost in your own life.
Acknowledging that “critical thinking” means “thinking about things in a thorough way from different perspectives” and not “finding every flaw in a thing and fixating on it until all the joy is gone” is so liberating.
It’s supposed to be about intellectual curiosity, not about finding ways to devalue things that aren’t perfect or that we personally dislike.
“I’d much rather have one great person to talk to every night than have several pointless conversations with temporary people.”
— Unknown
“Why do you want a redemption arc for the bad guy” well a redemption arc for the good guy would be a bit pointless, wouldn’t it?
something has gone deeply wrong when "focusing pragmatically on issues you can influence and working to make life better for yourself and your community" is considered an unserious distraction while "endlessly exposing yourself to media about distressing situations you can't control" is considered political engagement
“It’s weird to feel someone’s attention on you that way, like you’re the only thing in the world they’re listening to. Most of the time people are distracted, or just thinking about what they’re going to say next.”
— Lilith Saintcrow, Jealousy
If you think having uncomfortable conversations is hard - wait until you see the result of not having them.
Yeah sorry I’ll never be normal about characters who only see themselves as having value in what they can do for others. Yeah it’s terminal. Sorry.
there was no perfect path. you did not get punished. your life did not unravel when you made a left turn. the memory will always be there. you can visit whenever you want. there is no alternate timeline where you made a better choice and got a happier ending. you were a little girl chasing the ice cream truck, playing hopscotch, swinging and aiming for the never ending blue. yes, the grief was waiting up ahead. but so was the miracle of saturdays in a car headed wherever you wanted to go. enough sky to wrap around every wound. friends who, despite your perennial bouts of silence, kept an ear close at all times.