People will spend hours watching “ending explained” videos and reading about how Ed, Edd, n Eddy is set in purgatory or some such barmy nonsense, but the moment you tell them a piece of media was motivated by racism or corporate interest in affecting public opinion or the Pentagon’s funding suddenly you’re reading too much into it.
what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become
you are not unloveable you are just sad and a little bit angry. let’s go have some soup
you’ve got to embrace being weird or else you’re going to die both spiritually and for real life
the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.
That’s called being an adult
no it’s called being the bravest girl on planet earth

Can’t risk it
The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.
I need creativity rn
Same.
I’m a writer, so…
Am I boring you yet am I annoying am I overestimating how much you like me am I putting too much of myself into this am I making a mistake am I too much is there something wrong with me am I not the kind you love
when edna st. vincent millay said “you don’t need to share it just yet, you merely need to feel it severely”
“To dream of souls in flowers, to dream of gentle smiles,”— Juan Ramón Jiménez, tr by Robert Bly, from “Nocturne,” wr. c. 1903
(via violentwavesofemotion)