I don’t draw enough.
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we're not kids anymore.

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I don’t draw enough.
This morning I felt terrible so I read a book and stepped inside another world. Now things feel okay
“We are defined by what we choose to reject. And if we reject nothing (perhaps in fear of being rejected by something ourselves), we essentially have no identity at all.”
- Mark Manson
Sometimes having to adjust my tone, manner of speech, body language, facial expressions etc for others to accept & understand me gets exhausting.
Gordon Cheung — Heavenly Lake (Financial Times newspaper, archival inkjet, acrylic, and sand on linen, 2022)
“When in the course of all these thousands of years has man ever acted in accordance with his own interests?”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
Fyodor gets it
As both an aphantasic and a lover of literature and poetry, it’s just occurred to me how much I connect with descriptions that engage all the senses. Just take this passage from A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E Schwab:
“The sun was setting, and the air was crisp if not clean, a fall breeze fluttering the edges of his black coat. He came upon a wooden footbridge that spanned the stream, and his boots sounded softly as he cross it. Kell paused at the arc of the bridge, Buckingham House lantern-lit behind him and the Thames ahead. Water sloshed gently under the wooden slats, and he rested his elbows on the rail and stared down at it. ”
From the elbow on the rail to the sound of footsteps and water sloshing and the feeling of a crisp breeze, I am invested.
(no beers in) do you guys think i'm redeemable
I love painting. I carve out the world as it makes sense to me and only me. It’s not for anyone else
you have to let yourself be a weird woman or you will not survive
“start your free trial now” what if i told u i am already experiencing trials. and the cost is more than i can bear
deeply obsessed with this
hey sorry i acted weird the other day i was trying so hard to act normal that it backfired
me (an adult): yeah I’m thinking about running away
Katayama Bokuyō
Mori (Forest). 1928, ink and mineral pigments on silk, two panel folding screen, 189 x 237.5 cm. Minneapolis Institute of Arts, US
Heiko Hellwig: Silicon Cities (2017)
“What is your final price?” Sobakevitch asked at last.
“Two and a half.”
“You have a soul like a boiled turnip. You might at least give me three roubles!”
- Dead Souls - Nikolai Gogol