man sometimes i forget that some people aren’t even a little bit queer.
a nervous breakdown? I’m actually very confident in my breakdowns. I’m experienced.
i literally wasn’t made to work sorry to the freaks who enjoy this grindset shit but you literally have psychological problems. i just want to sit and think and maybe talk and eat and drink
when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid” and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.
she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink.
“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”
Beatrix Potter’s illustrated letter “Peter’s Dream of a Comfortable Bed” 1899.
writing tip #3382:
you’ve added words to a document before and you can do it again
i basically halve a phd in philosophy because i think about things all the time
You ever sit there doing something with your hands, listening to a podcast or audiobook or something, and suddenly realise that's your natural state to be. This is what you're supposed to be doing, crafting something nice while listening to another human's speech and thoughts. How people have done this for as long as there's been people, from crafting arrow heads from rocks while listening to grandma tell the tale of the mammoth hunt, to having a friend read aloud from a book while you're all fixing horse reins and doing needlework, to you sitting there doing whatever you're doing, with youtube open on the background.
Mentally, I’m lying in bed on a rainy day with a girl in my arms, listening to the soft pitter patter of the rains drops tapping the window while we cuddle.
remember when you weren’t aware of oppressive power structures and all u wanted was a lavalamp ??