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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@the-anxious-aunt
This is for the slow writers out there. Those who take weeks to write one chapter. Those who take years to finish one manuscript. Those who regularly write only 100-300 words in several hours. Those who take months to put out a new chapter. Those who haven’t touched their stories in years but it’s still a WIP because they can’t stop thinking about/taking notes for scenes/etc.
I see you. You’re valid. Keep up the good work!
Marble Layer Cake
The reason the work you’ve done on how you feel doesn’t seem like it’s working is because you need to do it until it works. It’s never been “this strategy will pull you up” it’s always been “here’s something you can do that will END with you getting out of that hole” the climbing still hurts and the being underground still hurts but that doesn’t mean it’s not working
*doing laundry* “this doesn’t feel better
*cooking meals* this doesn’t feel better
*exercising* this doesn’t feel better
*making art* this doesn’t feel better
*cleaning the apartment* this doesn’t feel better
*somewhere months or years down the line*
holy shit
tl;dr
Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
Jacob Riis
Funeral, Phoebe Bridgers
I walk a lonely road the only one that I have ever known
“YOUR GAY” they shouted. “DUDE YOUR GAY!!!” i ignored them. it wasnt until i got home that i realized my gay had escaped. those kind men were trying to tell me he was running away
my idealized version of you would’ve never said that
when theres about to be drama in the group chat
Who the fuck makes tea like this?
i do when there’s about to be drama in the group chat