Sweet Seals For You, Always
Peter Solarz

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we're not kids anymore.

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taylor price
almost home
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Origami Around
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if i look back, i am lost
Sade Olutola
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the most beautiful sparkling springtime sunset june 2016 polaroids
Silence Has No Wings, 1966, Kazuo Kuroki
Untitled by Millie Clinton on Flickr.
𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆
Lily of the valley 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
by Oleksii Demydenko
One thing I don't think the Spoon metaphor has helped able-bodied people understand is that you can overdraw.
Generally, for most conditions, running out of spoons doesn't mean you collapse, doesn't produce an effect they can actually see. What it means is that you run on life support, quite possibly unsafely, until you get to a safe place and can stop. But you'll owe those spoons back, with interest. You'll have hurt yourself to do it.
Sometimes I hang out with a friend and they'll be like, wow, I'm really glad you had a good day. And I have to decide whether to make them feel bad by explaining that in fact they did not catch me on a good day, and tomorrow will probably be bad. I just made choices.
"Hey, y'know that anime trope where a spellcaster runs out of mana, but like his friends and family are counting on him to win or keep the shield up or whatever, so he starts to draw from his own life force? And then the battle is won and everyone's all "YAAAAAYYYY" but he just fucking... collapses and has to rest for a few days because he literally vampired himself to win? It's kinda like that."
by Fedor Lashkov
An overgrown light pole in Poland
Still having fun with florals, and ignoring a bunch of wips
[Text ID: Yours, yours. I was painted for you.]
— Donna Tartt, from “The goldfinch.”