Gotta be cheesy for a min because times like this I am just rly grateful for the many wonderful people I’ve met through being a fan of Henri. He’s brought a lot of people together, and I’m so thankful for that 🤧🤧🤧♥️♥️♥️
Any advice on how to get over failing something really important? I feel like one of my main Slytherin traits is hating when I'm not good at something and i feel a bit crap rn
I’m sorry you feel like crap Slytherfren 😔 this happens to me, too. It usually takes me a couple days of sulking, usually bottled up because I really hate when people know I’m upset over something like this. If it persists into a third day I might do something like vent about it to a friend, and explain even though I know it’s stupid or silly that I still feel like a failure and I’m disappointed and having a hard time getting over it. Usually just venting helps a lot, and sometimes having someone nearby to know I felt like dog crap makes it better.
If those don’t help, or it’s a really big failure and the feels don’t go away, I usually have several stern talkings to with myself. Being a failure is something you can’t help sometimes. It’s ok to mess up. Yeah, you could have done better, sure you probably could have succeeded, but you didn’t. You failed something really important, and it happens. When you’re a little less bleak look at some alternatives or different ways of doing things, maybe new doors will open up. Ask around. It’s amazing how many great figures of history utterly trashed their chances at success only to rise up again for us to hardly hear about how many times they screwed up. You feel the appropriate level of shame to tell yourself that failure is not an acceptable level of performance and that is not something you’re ok doing, so there’s no point to continue punishing yourself.
You can forgive your shortcomings, regroup, and do better. It happens, you know that you won’t accept this from yourself, so while the sting of failure is fresh be kind to yourself. You’re the most best friend you’re ever going to have; treat yourself the way you’d treat your closest friend right now. You’re not going to let them fall into a rut or enable them, but you’re also going to remind them that failure is a human thing and it’s ok.
seeing that “notes =/= my art’s value but if you spent 6 hours on a cake for a party and no one ate it you’d be disappointed too” post floating around and it exasperates me a bit
i’ve had art i spent loads of time on sit at 5 notes. for years. until, one day, without any warning, one person reblogs it and the next thing i know, the note count jumps up into the hundreds. it is a crapshoot, guys.
i see a lot of people saying that getting no notes makes them want to quit. i know it’s disheartening, to be proud of something and find out seemingly no one appreciates it. that sucks. i get it!
now i’ve had friends not only disregard my art, but make fun of it. art i’d drawn for them as a gift. if you think feeling like no one likes your art sucks, you’re preaching to the choir. my art was mocked. i was told i wasn’t as good as other artists. i didn’t keep drawing for these people or their approval - i kept drawing for me. i looked for my own improvement and took small victories, and over time, i let go of the cruel things people had said and learned to believe in myself again
when my art started to get positive attention, i’d screenshot every nice comment or tag anyone ever left on my art and save it to a “motivation” folder. they were blessings, not something i felt entitled to. even the tiniest remarks meant so much to me.
at one point, one of my friends admitted they were mad at me - because my art would receive more notes. a friend whose art i would regularly admire, someone who i encouraged and believed in, as if my appreciation somehow meant less than numbers on a website. it really sucked, guys!
your art and the time you put into it is invaluable and you should be proud of yourself above all else. to receive no recognition and to create in spite of that is admirable! it’s heart and passion, and it’s going to stay with you a lot longer than a handful of notes. cherish kindness no matter where it comes from - family, friends, strangers - it’s all genuine, i promise, and while there’s no guarantee your art will become popular, you can be the first person who believes in yourself. hang on tight to friends who recognize your hard work, and if you haven’t found any yet, you will.
tl;dr recognition can come in many forms, and notes certainly don’t hurt, but they aren’t your only validation. be proud of yourself, keep going, and cherish each and every person who believes in you. every time you post art, it’s a gamble, but personal growth is a constant. someday you’ll be glad you didn’t give up.
ANYWAYS i’m literally in love with what keith and lance could be. like holy FUCK THAT POTENTIAL!? don’t fail me dreamworks. at least make them have a kickass friendship. they’d be so good for each other, as friends or boyfriends GOD I LOVE KLANCE WHAT THE FUCckkfkr
i think one of the worst symptoms of bpd is the lack of emotional permeance.
no matter how many good and loving people you have in your life … the second you are alone it feels like you were never loved. that it was all just a figment of your imagination and that feeling when you’re alone … the emptiness and sadness that feeds into self-hatred … that is the only reality.
and when you feel, like all borderlines feel, so goddamn intensely … people notice. & when you tell them how you feel people ask: do you really think so little of me? that i would be so heartless to forget you?
oh, sweet ones. there is no other way i know how to think. i’m sorry.
me: *sifting through asks && compiling* me: oh! ____ changed their icon. so cute!
***yes i remember most people who are regulars in my ask box :D i also pay attention to the usernames and icons because wow some can be really cute and witty and idk all of you just make my entire week every time ok ;;o;; ♥ ♥ ♥
in case you haven’t noticed, i’m weird. i’m a weirdo. i don’t fit in. something is very, very wrong with me. there’s this darkness in me, that’s overwhelming sometimes and i don’t know where it comes from.