#astertings

[indigoaster]

Few lyrics have ever called me out quite as effortlessly and brutally as the lyric "no one's gonna call you, quit checking your volume" from the song Crush Culture by Conan Gray

[indigoaster]

I shouldn't find country bo burnham attractive I shouldn't find country bo burnham attractive I shouldn't find country bo burnham attractive I shouldn't find-

[indigoaster]

The existence of other tasks does not take away from the accomplishment of one

Take a moment to be proud if yourself for doing a thing, big or small

[indigoaster]

When I first watched Hazbin Hotel when Nifty said "I named all the stains on the carpet, that one's Fred" I heard it as "I made all the stains on the carpet, that one spread" and I thought like her version of committing to the chaos was 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 the mess which I feel like also fits

[indigoaster]

I feel like we often bring up the idea of "separate the art from the artist" when we find out an artist has done something bad as part of justifying to ourselves and others that we can still love the art we love.

But I think artists need to realize that "separate the art from the artist" also means that making something good won't save you.

When you create something and share it with the world it is no longer truely yours.

The appreciation you are shown for creating something people love is not the same as them loving you and if you do something that loses the respect of those people don't think you're art will save you.

The art will be separated from the artist; you will be held accountable and your art will be the thing loved.

[indigoaster]

Empathy is taking a shit in a public bathroom and then hearing someone else come in and start taking a shit and wishing you could go back wait a minute longer to shit so they know you aren't judging them cause same bro

[indigoaster]

One of the nice things about watching @bearsintreesofficial grow is googling them and having to scroll farther and farther in images before it turns into literal bears in trees

[indigoaster]

"And the rough our diamond was in seemed so rough that no one bothered to start digging it up, but we carved our own pickaxe from the rubble with our teeth, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝"

- Cassiopeia by Bears in Trees

I feel this lyric on such an unbelievably deep level, I feel so seen every time I hear it, and every single time it reaches that spot in the center of my heart