pro tip for bad body image days: look at yourself the way you’d look at a cat. average-sized cat? awww. itty bitty cat? so cute. big fat cat? mcfreakin’ adorable. cat with chubby cheeks? AMAZING. cat with a big soft belly? LOVE IT. cat with scars? MY CHILD. so go out there and strut your stuff like the cool cat you are !!
I had a dream in which I doubted all my artistic abilities and I sat in front of my sketches and almost cried, but then euclase showed up and said that all kind of art is amazing and with enough practice I will be able to achieve any goal I want. All I have to do is to keep going and never give up.
It was literally one of the most positive dreams I had, ever.
I deeply relate to your concerns and find it as irritating as you do when my attitude is questioned in this manner. I’ve often asked it of myself, whether this melancholy “mood” is simply an element of who I am, who I always was, and not only the result of what I’ve experienced.
I see others thriving in the sunlight, metaphorically, and I have yearned, at times, to strip away my burden and join them. I have only ever done that when in a state of mortal drunkenness, and even then, I never fully took leave of my senses.
But this pervasive feeling is not truly a burden, it has its benefits. Are we more introspective than others? Possibly. More sensitive to the pulse of life in a different way than they are. Not all flowers require sunlight, some can only bloom at night.
When curled up at home with
a good novel in my hands, only the song of the cicadas outside, and ambient lighting, that’s peace for me. I’m sure that you have similar moments. Your deepest wishes of happiness can be achieved in the simplicity of allowing yourself to enjoy the things you enjoy, and forgiving yourself for the way you are. Treat yourself as you would a very dear friend, not an enemy.
So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end
The Tale of the Body Thief, by Anne Rice (via vampchronfic)
Yes, my fave is problematic. Your fave is also problematic. I am problematic. You are problematic. We are not all 100% politically correct perfect individuals. Someone saying something ignorant and that person being “the scum of the earth” are not the same. Please learn to recognize the goddamn difference.
Yeah, same here! (except that I don’t look like him at all *cries*) We can go along with him on his journey and gather the reasons for our own philosophical choices and see the mistakes and why he made them, and ask ourselves what we would have done differently, or the same, in his position.
He does have flaws, for sure. Flaws that could spiral anyone into depression. But his lust for life overrides everything ❤
And I think part of why we all love him against our own better judgment is that even when he royally fracks up, he gets back up, dusts himself off, and careens into the next car.
The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.
i believe very passionately in doing absolutely nothing for as long as you want or need without feeling guilty about it because capitalism sees free-time as its mortal enemy. the lack of free-time is the death of creativity, personal reflection, real sleep, and just sheer goddamn relaxation. capitalism realizes it must crush this in order to squeeze every last drop of cash and blood it can out of you before it discards your dried up and utterly spent husk onto the burning trash heap. do as much nothing as you can.
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