#burning out

[smokinghorse]

Burnout is a jockey and he's riding me to death.

[ineedrelief]

If good things must come to an end We're not going out the same Because you can't just run from sadness When it gets too hard to stay

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[foliosriot]

i think we as a society don’t talk about burning out enough. she is severely underrated.

[shimmerin8ngel]

[societyfolklore]

March is going to be a quieter month for me 🖤

Just a little heads-up / gentle PSA: I’m taking a breather in March.

I’m not going to tally up December (my brain said “no” 😅) but for a rough idea of how hard I’ve been running lately:

January: somewhere around 79–80k published

February: around 66–67k published

I loved all the challenges, all the hype and being part of so many fun things, genuinely.

But I also need to let myself have a bit of a reset month and refill the creative well.

So outside of Dangerous Notes (which I do have planned for this month) plus commitments like @star-and-shield-monthly (and a couple of other things I’ve already said yes to), I’m going to be more of a reader / reblogger / cheerleader for a bit (not months just a few weeks) I might poke at some other projects, too (I have a bunch of asks that I might take a swing at starting)

Please don’t panic if March is mostly small things from me, maybe a drabble or two, maybe some snippets, lots of reblogs, lots of me screaming in the tags, while I let my brain breathe a bit. 🫶

Thank you for being here, thank you for the love, and thank you in advance for giving me some space to rest without guilt.

[tradlads]

When a man no longer has to worry about clothing, he can finally devote himself to the important questions of life and the world.

[crmsnmth]

Everyday Exhaustion

I am so tired it feels older than me like something inherited a fatigue passed down through blood and silence

Sleep doesn’t fix it Rest just teaches me how deep the echo goes

My bones feel crowded with days I never finished conversations I carried alone version of myself I didn’t get to be

I wake up already behind already apologizing to the world for existing slowly

Hope shows up sometimes but I don’t have the strength to lit stay It knocks and I pretend I’m not home

Even my dreams feel like labor running, reaching yet never arriving

I’m not sad enough to break not hopeful enough to heal Just tired dangerously tired

If I lie down long enough I’m afraid I won’t be resting I’ll be disappearing