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King Arthur/Nimue AU
It’s a high stress environment! Sometimes you just need your coworker to hold your hands for a bit…
langdon now spends time with the king sisters.
(langdon is losing. becca is an expert at mario kart)
as an autistic woman who plays games with her boyfriend
EEEEEEEEEP
It’s a high stress environment! Sometimes you just need your coworker to hold your hands for a bit…
EXCUSE ME
Wow, Friedrich Nietzsche.
If this is the sign you're looking for, please
stay alive
stay safe
Drink some water
eat something
get back into the things you love
Unclench your jaw
do some self-care
Take a shower or bath
Take your med(s)
The Dreamers (2003) dir. Bernardo Bertolucci Venus de Milo by Alexandros of Antioch
this parallel, *chef's kiss*
Eva Green as Isabelle THE DREAMERS (2003) dir. Bernardo Bertolucci
May start being active here
I may start being active here since I got laid off as part of the company's downsizing strategy three weeks ago, and I'm not coping well. Sorry for the possibly depressive writing incoming.
Yearn
I yearn
for a life of freedom
for a life of authenticity
for a life where I can be myself
without worrying about finances
future plans, loans, and retirements.
I yearn for a life of truth,
where who I am at my core,
at the essence of my being, of my heart
is who I am in the world.
I yearn for a simple life,
of quiet time,
of stability,
of nature,
of unrushed love and expression.
But I'm trapped,
a bird with clipped wings on a cage,
The key one I purchase with my soul,
One that vanishes once the powers that be deem it so.
And I yearn,
And I dream,
And I fight just to live.
I think by including racially diverse characters with ethnic names in a children's book, JKR was trying to prevent y'all from becoming the kind of adults who make casually racist jokes and point and laugh at real life people's names when they come from a different cultural background than you. Somehow, y'all managed to become those adults anyway while accusing her of the racism you all now openly practice with no remorse. Here is a white male openly mocking a real-life black woman's name and calling the name her black parents gave her "racist". Incredible.
sincerely,
someone who worked with Chinese people for years who didn't use THEIR ACTUAL NAMES because westerns were too fucking self absorbed to find them hard to say and funny.
developed countries with underdeveloped brains istg.
The less you eat the prettier you are.
If you wanted it enough you would ;))
It's eating disorder awareness week and this is the kind of content I'd watch. And If I'm being fully honest, that I still watch when life gets to be too much.
Anorexia is one of the deathliest mental illnesses out there, with a treatment that focuses very heavily on weight and a world that won't stop talking about calories, obesity, fitness, etc.
Something most people don't understand is that restriction is like a drug, but the catch is you need food to survive. An addict can go without being near drugs, a person with an eating disorder? Not happening.
I won't talk about binge eating disorders of any kind because I don't have experience, because THEIR voices need to be heard. But I will say, as someone who's dealing with the ever-present whisper at the back of my mind from a restrictive eating disorder, you're lucky if you never got one.
It's quite wild seeing online spaces a decade later, and notice not much has changed. But also that that voice, the one I know too well, says how glad she is things remain the same.
I wish we did better, I wish little girls didn't grow up to want to starve themselves, fill themselves so they don't feel, or whatever it is. I wish because that ship has long sailed for me.
I have come up with a better metaphor than “you can’t pour from an empty cup” for burnout. You can’t boil an empty kettle. Pouring from an empty cup just gets you nowhere. Trying to boil an empty kettle can ruin the kettle, the stove, and burn down your house if you keep trying it.
also, that kettle might feel full (you know and see there’s water in it) but you may find it’s not filled enough that you can safely boil it…
*looks at a quarter-full kettle I keep trying to boil*
Bloody hell, no wonder...
Write.
Not because of recognition.
Not because people will tell you they love it.
Not because you'll prove wrong those who claim you're talentless.
Not because you want a publishing deal.
Not because you want to win,
An award, a prize, a best seller, a star.
Write because your soul yearns for the relief of spilling worlds,
and thoughts, words, and feelings
into characters, letters, scenes,
and lines that turn into chapters.
Write for freedom,
write for lightness,
for love and happiness,
for grief and heartache.
Write,
because it soothes you,
because it recharges you,
because you'll never tell a bird not to sing.
there is truly something so satisfying about seeing a fanfiction author publish their fanfiction to become an actual book like damn their actually accomplishing their dreams and goals
Forever proud of everyone I've met in fandoms who published their books.
And they asked, how come you’re still feeling depressed?
So I said, can’t you see that I’m doing my best?
By their eyes and my eyes,
They often don’t see eye to eye.
And the half full glass and the half empty one,
They love to change sides.
And when it all dries and when it all spills out,
It’s so empty and yet so vast.
But their sight and my sight,
They don’t see colours quite alike.
And their vibrants are my greys,
And my greys don’t always make sense.
So I try,
And try,
And yet we never seem to speak the same language.
The language of the heart.