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give yourself a sense of place and time. rotate your wardrobe when the weather changes. update your playlists every month. write down three things you did today. do it everyday. message your friends good morning. buy yourself different flavours of tea based on your mood, the packaging, the weather, your heart. save the little paper labels; stick them in your notebook until the inside cover is full of little colored tags. have it hot in the winter. have it cold in the summer. learn to make apple cider, raspberry cordial. spend the summer knitting a scarf for the colder months. spend the winter sewing loose flowy blouses for the summer. open the windows, five minutes a day if it's cold, all day if it's warm. give yourself a sense of place and time and weather.

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Okay and I’m gonna totally sound like my mom for a second here but it’s interesting that soooooooo many women in entertainment have careers based on “embracing their sexuality” but the vast majority of men in entertainment base their careers on like … being people…. and like maybe there’s a reason most men don’t seem to find going on stage in underwear “empowering”…? Bc it’s not…?

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you cant employ me in a way that matters

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unfortunately i actually AM impossible to love and its not just all in my head

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youre not “bad at art” you just need to find a character to latch onto to where you draw them 1 million times and you improve dramatically

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doing it scared, doing it alone, and doing it bad

Write that on my grave marker.

Hypothetical scenario: The woods are haunted, but you must traverse them. The monsters are real, and might get you if you’re by yourself, but if you’re with someone else, they’ll leave you alone. The only person you can go with is an unstable serial killer.

We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

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blorbo (affectionate), The Character (ambiguous to derogatory)

observation: among a certain subset of tumblr users, the term “blorbo” has become unchic, but the concept it describes is still important; and so it has been replaced with “The Character��

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jason mcconnell has the evil spirit of a blond man

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Peter: There's been some confusion over rooming, here at Shiz...

Jason: ...just ain't like the others, loves his female singers, loves to cook, looks at me in gym—

Peter: BLOND

jason mcconnell has the evil spirit of a blond man

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Here are three things I know to be true not from theory, not from textbooks, but from living.

When someone truly cares, you don’t have to tell them twice.

Some people write their love in paragraph-long texts and excited typos.

A friend once read an entire three-book series just because I said, “I LOVE THIS BOOK.”

Things I’m still thinking about-

a) They didn’t just read it. They made sure I was reading it through them.

b) Every time something beautiful happened in the story, I got a message( long ones, unfiltered ones, filled with exclamation marks and unedited feelings) . They wanted me to know how much it meant to them, because it meant something to me. c) I did ask them for updates, but frankly speaking, I didn’t really believe they’d remember to do it because it felt so trivial but they remembered and followed through. Not out of obligation but out of love, the kind that comes from the bottom of your heart.

I’ve read a lot of books. I’ve loved a lot of people. Those messages, those check-ins, that commitment to something just because I held it close? That was something else. Something Divine.

Why don’t we talk more about this kind of love?

Why don’t we scream about the ones who stay?

Why do I only see poetry about abandoned best friends and past lives?

Not that I don’t love it but I really think we should talk about this, too.

Why does the world romanticize distance and silence but never the friend who shows up in your inbox every time a plot twist hits?

Does this sit right with you?

Because it cracks my chest open in the gentlest way. It chooses me in a hundred invisible ways I almost missed. Are you even listening?

Or did you think love only lives in flowers and confessions?

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Guys I actually love swing kids so much I don't know why I slept on it. Like omfg I rated it 5 stars on Letterboxd it's so good. I love films that dive into the idea of people in 1940's Germany and the propaganda they are faced with.

I couldn't recommend it more, even without rsl all bloody faced and his amazing lovely cuddly eyes, it is still goated af. I love it sm, rsl being in it just makes me like it even more!!

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Second chance AU Todd but he just fucking shoots Mr Perry

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I'm gonna act!

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"my child is fine" meme here

"do you relate to natalie in next to normal?" ummm we don't have time to unpack all of that...

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this may be a reach but you know how light and weather is a recurring motif in n2n? in just another day, gabe calls natalie 'sunshine' which i think foreshadows how natalie was the one bring hope back into their lives. she was the one to tell diana that they'll get by even if they're not 'normal' like other families because they've never known what 'normal' is— but despite that, they will be okay.

natalie was also the first one to sing in light, saying, "we need some light. first of all, we need some light"— something so obvious, but they were so clouded by grief and pain that the light was so far out of reach for them that they thought their lives would always be dark and rainy. throughout act 2, the stage kept getting darker until there were no more lights on— natalie was the one who turned on the lights that brought back hope and light into their lives.

additionally, natalie also sings, "give me clouds and rain and gray. give me pain 'cause that's what's real" because she has never pretended that everything was normal. she acknowledged the problems they were going through, she knew pain because it's all she's ever known. while she did try to block everything out by doing drugs, she knew it wouldn't really solve anything. she just needed to dull the grief that was so prominent in their home. but still, they needed to feel that grief to finally heal.