it starts and ends with you
"Memory is often our only connection to who we used to be. Memories are fossils, the bones left by dead versions of ourselves. More potently, our minds are a hungry audience, craving only the peaks and valleys of experience. The bland erodes, leaving behind the distinctive bits to be remembered again and again."
- Brandon Sanderson, Tress of the Emerald Sea
whatever my gender was before watching beelzebub in good omens season 2 is fucking gone
artist in denial of being depressed: omg this 2 month long art block has been crazy... sorry i haven't updated any of my fics in a long while! it's just been super difficult to daydream! so weird that i've lost a little bit of passion for my current comfort character and ocs... this couldn't possibly have any implications or alternative explanations
Hozier really went to the ninth circle of hell and said “how can i sha-live-laugh-love in these conditions”
one of the biggest things I can advocate for (in academia, but also just in life) is to build credibility with yourself. It’s easy to fall into the habit of thinking of yourself as someone who does things last minute or who struggles to start tasks. people will tell you that you just need to build different habits, but I know for me at least the idea of ‘habit’ is sort of abstract and dehumanizing. Credibility is more like ‘I’ve done this before, so I know I can do it, and more importantly I trust myself to do it’. you set an assignment goal for the day and you meet it, and then you feel stronger setting one the next day. You establish a relationship with yourself that’s built on confidence and trust. That in turn starts to erode the barrier of insecurity and perfectionism and makes it easier to start and finish tasks. reframing the narrative as a process of building credibility makes it easier to celebrate each step and recognize how strong your relationship with yourself can become
My immortal companion is Claudia. My coven is Claudia. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Roxane. 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Me when they cast Haymitch probably:
sorry what’d you say? i was thinking about how peeta had loved katniss from afar for years before he had to make his peace with dying in the same games that he hoped she would win, became gravely ill in those games and wound up under her care, was kissed by the girl he loved so much in front of the entire nation, nearly died with her or for her countless times, committed to a suicide pact with her in a bid for freedom one way or the other, only to find out that her feelings for him were lukewarm at best and really, she was just trying to help them both survive more than anything. and even then, he would do anything for her without expectation of return. he would gather the kindle for her revolution, work to ensure her safety in their second games, and then claw his way back from brainwashed and tortured hell at her request, and still he expects nothing from her because he has always, from the very beginning, understood what love really means
Dante. 24. he/him. autistic mess. i love making art, read fiction and watching horror movies. the rest is confetti. pt-br / eng / fr header by littlestpersimmon
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