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It’s really thought-provoking to consider your foremothers, like the ones whose names we will never know, hundreds and hundreds and even thousands of years ago.

What did my great-to-the-nth-power grandmother enjoy doing in the 13th century? Maybe she enjoyed baking bread for her children and telling them stories her mother used to tell her.

Maybe my biblical times greeeeeeeaaaaat grandma liked to watch fishing boats. My 200 AD foremother could have heard of the power of Rome and dreamt of moving there and starting a business. My early hominid foremother could have liked picking wildflowers.

I know things weren’t fantastic for women in the early days of mankind, but there must have been moments of enjoyment and love and pleasure in being alive and I think to honor their lives (that got us here to this point in time) it’s important to remember that they were individuals who had unique personalities and not just generic ‘ancestors’.

#ancestors

jspark3000

We often waste an incredible amount of time wanting to be somewhere else, someone else. Our head-space gets clogged with compare, contrast, what if, why can’t, I should. But you’re never getting this time back. You can’t borrow tomorrow. Please don’t save the best for last. The best is all of you, here, where you are, brightly lit and painfully now, in this breath you’re leaving. Each second dies as it is born; every hello must say goodbye; all is fading in the collapsing hallway of a fragile hourglass, a grain at a time. You are here. The best is you, now.

#remember

upyrica

Other people being romantic: flowers, restaurants, champagne, trips to Paris

Yours truly being romantic: Let me show you the graves of my ancestors.

walks--in--the--woods

this whole not living in a cottage in the middle of a forest is starting to take a toll on me

ommanyte

how dull for you to live your life without any hills to die on, you, on your vast flat barren plains of compromise, acceptance, and accommodation, while I reign supreme over the lush, rolling highlands of stupid shit I have irrationally chosen to stake my entire identity on

vetisntdead

….as someone who was terrified of having their own opinion, this is truly inspiring

blackwoolncrown

pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills instead of being seen as behaviors

so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.

gryffind-o-r-k

What’s sad to me about this is that I’ve noticed a lot of people saying they “can’t” do art, or dance, or sing. That because it’s turned into a profitable vocation, and thus has some implied heirarchy to it (ie: there are ‘master artists’, and ‘professional singers and dancers’), people feel shame for not “living up to unattainable standards,” when in reality, art for humans is very therapeutic and good for the soul.

shrimplydelicious

“I’m finally going to write! I have a great idea!”

edgelord-trashcan

LAUGHS LOUDLY

ardatli

OK but like… first sentences don’t have to be there forever. I cannot begin to count the number of times I’ve started a story like:

And just write the ideas down until the story starts to shape itself. Then when you’re ready, go back and delete everything before the point where the story actually starts.