Folks have got to understand that they probably aren't messed up by some Secret Big Trauma that they just can't remember; but rather by a million tiny microtraumas that they do mostly remember but don't even register as traumatic because nobody actually understood that these things would cause trauma, much less stack on each other over the years.
Stop scrolling for a minute, take a deep breath. Come and sit down with me for a minute, I’ll make us some tea. It’s a quiet morning, apart from the birds of course. We can sit here for a while, we can chat or just pass the time of day. Or we can go for a walk if you want, my dog can come with us. She doesn’t walk very fast but it will give us time to take in the wildflowers as we go. Or we can go into town and wonder around the secondhand bookstores because there are so many stories we haven’t read yet. And there is something magical about secondhand books, knowing they’ve been loved before. Time passes slowly here, there’s no where to be. Remember no matter how bad things seem, everything will be okay. You’re safe here, darling. Stay as long as you like and you can always come back. Chin up, my love. You’re going to be just fine.
Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.
The longer I look at the illustration my materials science professor put in his PowerPoint, the more convinced I am, that he secretly hates students and is actively trying to sabotage us
Or he has grown fond of us over the last year and he just wants to see our faces again next semester
I hate that this is relatable. Also the neighborhood cat ignored me today and I am very sad now.
woke up feeling motivated to be the creator of my own reality and a teeny tiny minor inconvenience happened. my whole day is ruined now. I’m going to need 1-2 business days to recover. tyia.
“Whether or not they exist we are slaves to our gods.” ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
it breaks my heart a little when i get blog recs on my dash and their last posts were months ago ;w;
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Current mood:
✨ staring at my mechanics assignment humming Adam Lambert’s „Whataya want from me“ ✨
Please send help 🙃
It took me f*cking two full years, but I finally managed to finish my first diary ✨
they should invent a life that is liveable and a sleep that comes easy and a winter that doesn't feel like decay and a spring that doesn't feel like the past and a head that doesn't hurt and a heart that doesn't sit in your chest like a rock and a body that doesn't hate you and a hometown that doesn't make you lose your mind and a university that won't kill you they should invent a me that is normal I think that would be really neat. ok good night I love you
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