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moving blogs
hey, uh, something big happened in our sys. and uh. we feel uncomfortable staying on this blog. so you'll find us at @thevoidsarchive . we still have all our side blogs. so uh, cya there
sorry to reblog a post from like 2015, random tumblr user, but your reblog is the last one without that annoying fucking comment
sun bears and moon bears make me a little crazy because one is skinny and lanky and has a sun on its chest while the other is huge and fat and has a moon on its chest. they're perfect opposites and somehow naturally evolved like this. literally pokemon behavior
capybara #126: sweet summer memories
“Not gay as in happy, but QUEER as in fuck you.”
And while you’re extending kindness to everyone around you, don’t forget to extend it to yourself as well.
my old school (: it smells the same as it always did, just way lonelier. i still dream of it.
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We’ll never die
𐐪𐑂 pastel blue agere moodboard
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Dreamy outfit for my regression ^v^
When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere.
Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.
The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay.
Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.
and something else: your career doesn’t have to be your calling. you can do what you love (writing, music, drawing, knitting) as a hobby. it doesn’t have to pay the bills. it’s okay to do an office job and then go home to your hobby. there are different paths to passion.