#felt like writing

[rainbowtransform]

The thing nobody tells you about dying, Buddy thinks, is the pain of it. Someone slit his throat, but all he can see is Kristen Applebee’s horrified face, her eyes wide and mouth gaped open as she shouts something he can’t hear.

His heart thumps.

His fingers twitch.

His blood spreads.

Buddy closes his eyes.

He reopens them in front of huge gates, big and yawning. Sunlight drifts off the edges of them and shines through the bars, but when Buddy places a hand on them instead of feeling warm, like how he used to snuggle into his grandfather’s arms when he spoke about Helio and Faith and the love, it’s cold.

Like how cold it felt when he came into Helio’s church after they’d lost his Chosen. Cold and uninviting.

“Buddy Dawn,” comes a voice and Buddy turns his head to see Helio, hair long and flowing and his satchel at his side. “I’ve been expecting you.”

“Lord Helio,” Buddy says, dropping to one knee and bowing as Helio laughs. Light. Airy. Warm.

“Stand up,” Helio commands, one warm hand on Buddy’s shoulder. “Come on, Buddy, you don’t have to kneel like this.”

“Lord Helio,” Buddy says, awed and inspired. “I’m sorry this Chosen could not do what you wanted. I tried my hardest, my very best and I’m so so sorry that I was not what the Church needed.”

Helio helps him to his feet, both hands on his shoulder and smiles at him again. “You were what you needed to be,” he said. “Your father prayed everyday for you to find your way to me, and you did.”

Buddy swallows. “My father?” He questions, one hand going to his chest. “My father is here?”

“Yes,” Helio says. “Your father has been waiting for you, and your mother for many years now. But before that, come. My father and aunt would like to meet with you.”

“Your Lord Father?” Buddy whispers. “Sol?”

Helio wraps Buddy into a hug. It feels like his father’s, it feels like his mother’s, it feels like the Church’s picnics.

It feels like when he was crying over a split knee after his father’s funeral and a red-haired girl healed him with warm eyes, and a grin that showed off her two missing front teeth.

“He’s not too bad,” Helio says. “Don’t worry. Come on. He won’t hurt you.”

Buddy follows Helio to two chair, as large as the sun and one just as bright; the other one glimmering in the sun’s reflection. There is nobody sititng in their chairs, but Buddy knows that Sol and Galicaea are there. Waiting.

Buddy kneels again. He puts his head down and says, “My Lord Sol, and His Sister, Galicaea. A pleasure to meet you.”

“Stand,” Galicaea says. Her voice is cold, frosty despite the sun’s warmth and Buddy trembles. Helio goes to stand on His Father’s right side, where He must stay.

“You heard my Sister,” Sol says, just as cold. Buddy scrambles to his feet, eyes wide. He doesn’t know what he’s done wrong, but he must have because why are they angry at him?

“Buddy Dawn,” Sol says. His voice is rumbling and despite the sun’s heat, Buddy still feels the coldness in it. “You have quite some explaining to do. My Sister’s Wife has been roused from Her slumber by Kristen Applebees.”

“Lord Sol,” Buddy begins, before—

“Not to mention, when I tried to kill that infernal thing, I was thwarted.” Galicaea says. Her voice is colder than the dark side of the moon and Buddy swallows.

“My Lord,” he says. “With all due respect, I don’t know what I could’ve done. I focused on the Church of Helio, and keeping the Faith alive through the Chosen One’s Leaving.”

“The Chosen One does not leave.” Helio says, still all smiles. “Regardless of what she’s done, she’s always been mine. When she dies, Kristen Applebee’s soul will come here. To our Heaven.”

Buddy blinks at him. “But Kristen hasn’t been practicing.” He says.

“She’ll go to Hell for a couple of millennial,” Helio says. “Somewhere quiet and away from where her friends can’t find her. Just until she realizes the mistake of her actions and then I’ll come in and save her.”

“Lord Helio,” Buddy frowns and Helio quirks an eyebrow before Buddy falls silent. He chews on his bottom lip, sweaty hands wiped off on his pants.

“Enough,” Sol says. “What do you say in the case of your neglect of the My Son’s Chosen One’s actions?”

“I was fixing the Church,” Buddy says, feeling so small in front of these immortals. “I… I can’t be always with her. I’m not part of her adventuring party. Kristen Applebees doesn’t even like me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Galicaea says, leaning forward to tower over Buddy. “It does not matter what she likes or does not. It was your job to keep Helio informed of what she does, so we could stop her. She doesn’t even have a God anymore, and yet she’s been messing with something that she has no right being in. Her and that Hellspawn Tiefling. It’s bad enough that that idiot werewolf is trying to change Me in my own Home, and then that Goddess’ name was uttered from a marriage that meant nothing.”

“Galicaea,” Sol says sharply. The goddess slumps back in her seat and Buddy realizes he’s fallen to his knees sometime she was talking. He’s trembling, he realizes.

He looks over to his Lord Helio, who is looking down at His nails, and when He realizes that Buddy is looking at Him, gives him a thumbs up.

Sol sighs. “There is nothing to be done now.” He says, still sounding angry.

“Then why did you call me here?” Buddy asks in a whisper.

Helio blinks at him, confused. “To tell you what you’ve done wrong, Buddy,” he says. “And to let you know that we’re going to keep you here, despite all your wrongdoing. Because we’re gracious. And kind.”

Buddy has done right all his life. He has followed the word of Helio, fixed the church that fell apart in the night and their chosen one’s departure, prayed daily and nightly for Helio to save the immoral souls of those who do not Follow him or his Father; took an empty cleric’s position in a team of people who were stars, burning themselves too bright and too hot to compete with a galaxy.

Buddy has healed the sick, and helped the homeless, and eased the minds of believers and nonbelievers alike. He has done right all his life.

And his afterlife is stained red because he wasn’t shadowing Kristen Applebees every step of her way. Because he wasn’t keeping up with her news and telling Helio.

(“She’ll be in Hell for a while,” Helio said. “Just until I come in to save her.”)

Buddy snaps out of it as Helio’s hand lands on his shoulder again, smiling and leading him away from His father and Aunt.

“Did you mean that Kristen is still yours?” Buddy asks.

Helio nods. “Cassandra layed a claim on her when She was revived and it would’ve been a battle if Kristen died, but now that she’s dead…” Helio shrugs.

“I can’t just let her walk in, though. She needs to be punished for leaving.” And then Helio smiles again, and points behind Buddy’s shoulder at the small house.

Buddy turns around, and sees a shock of brown hair, a mouth stretched in a permeant smile, and eyes that have always had love in them, despite being milky and never actually seeing his own son. Buddy’s mother always used to ruffle his own hair and ask how Buddy didn’t get anything of his father’s except his smile.

“There’s your dad.” Helio whispers. “He’s been waiting an awful long time.”

Helio hugs him again.

And, like at his father’s funeral, like his first year of waking up to an empty kitchen, and like when the red-haired girl’s mother called her away, despite the warmth of Helio’s hugs and his father’s cloudy, love-filled eyes staring at him, Buddy feels cold.

[skunkes]

[dynamite124]

DB who remembers literally everything. Just the date, the time something happened, ect. Everything. How would Tal react?

He flipped through the book idly, his inchworm green eyes trailing across the words etched into the paper. Mouthing each word carefully, but not paying attention to their meaning or the picture they attempted to paint in his mind.

It mattered not in the end when movement caught the corner of his eyes. Taliesin straightened his posture before closing the book, furrowing his brows to appear annoyed that his reading was interrupted by their presence.

Before he could utter a single word, the Dragonborn held out their hands, offering a small box wrapped in a festive, colorful fabric. An attempt was clearly make to make it seem of some importance. Even a little bit of twine was used to hold it together.

Taliesin looked to the object before looking back at the Dragonborn, confused.

"What's this?" He huffed.

"A gift," The dragonborn replied. His lips parted to ask another question, but his reluctant leader spoke up. "It's the fourteenth of Sun's Dawn. Your nameday? You mentioned it when we pasted the Lover's stone."

The mer's face softened, but only a little bit as he relaxed in his chair. He felt he was keeping his composure, but he remained unaware of how wide his eyes grew. Touched by the gesture.

"You remembered?" He said softly. He caught himself this time, clearing his throat as he scowled. "I mean, of course you did. Your world would be drab without me in it. Naturally you would remember that, wouldn't you?"

The Dragonborn rolled their eyes, a smirk spreading across their face in amusement. "Are you going to accept my gift or not, Tally?"

"I suppose." Taliesin sighed as he accepted the box. "Wouldn't want your effort to go to waste now."

Without saying another word, the mer stood up, turning to head to his designated room. The Dragonborn didn't stop them, although they were disappointed to see Taliesin leave without opening their gift. The former Thalmor kept his aloof composure until the door was closed, and he was alone.

He let the mask fall as his thin lips spread into a tight smile as he looked down at his gift. Taking in a deep breath, he let out a long sigh as he leaned against the door.

"They remembered..." He whispered.

No one had cared about something, otherwise, treated so trivial to him.

[lucalearnstowrite]

Today I saw her again. I think she's ready now. She has grown to be a beautiful woman, just like you. I know I never admitted it before but what best friend I would have been if I didn't call you ugly. She's even more effervescent than you. I'll keep a check on her and be with her when it's her time, just like you wanted.

My new recipe didn't work. It's tough being a researcher. Well, you bailed out before you even had to start it. I loathe the government and yet gonna recieve an award from them. It's kind of amusing.

You should know I'm getting old. The elixir is still at the same place u left it. I won't be taking it as well. I want to meet you soon, to beat you with my broomstick. Don't worry I ain't suicidal. I have plenty time. I'll make June a good witch before that. You know she got good nose just like her father. She smells off my potions the moment I enter the room. Her orenda is amazing and actually better than mines. She grew Henbane seeds that I gave her just in two days. Ah did I forgot to mention that last time? Must have forgotten. So much work these days for an old lady.

Ahh alright, I'm sorry. I know it's early for her but look she passed. I can see that in her, she's strong. Also aunts gotta be little mischievous, I can't be all responsible you know. That's your thing not mine. But sike, you are supernal now.

It's been 17 years Tabitha and I miss you. We decided to grow old together but you left me. You left us. I still wish you took that elixir that day but you are too righteous I can't blame you. I hope you are not lurking around in the town since then and found peace. Cupcakes were tasty right? June and I made them. Here, done with sowing your daisies. *Herbivicus* and Boom they bloom, beautiful!!

Alright I gotta go now, the mayor wants to see me to discuss my winning speech. And he wants me to mention him in the speech. That guy will never change.

Bye Tab

Happy birthday

[songofsilentechoes]

Noelle walked around town, getting used to the idea of having a fire yokai spirit inhabiting her for a time.

It was comforting, but also a little strange. The last time she was possessed, she woke up months later. This felt less intrusive. Part of her wondered if she could get used to it.

Considering her time working with angels and demons in the past, and her employment to Asova, Noelle wondered if she would technically be considered a warlock now, walking around with a patron's blessing. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. She was no Goetic, but perhaps she could stand to learn more from their methods?

It might be rude to drag Chiasa along for that, though. Hours in a library pouring over old books doesn't strike Noelle as the best day for the big puppy.

@asunnydog

[honey-lovebug]

There’s this strangeness in existing between two homes with two different parents. I’m in my mum’s room every morning asking her questions and talking to her, I know where things are kept and she lets me borrow them. She’s taught me things in that room, makeup tips and how to love myself. I know I can be in there, it is safety and comfort.

I have only entered my father’s room few times, and never with him in there. It’s been during the day, while he’s out. I look at it’s unfamiliarity, and I know I shouldn’t be in there. I’ve never laid across his bed, or looked in his bedside drawers.

Mum’s home is warm, and it may be small but it fits us. We have a heater in the living room, and she lets us turn it on in winter even if it makes the gas bill higher. She tucks me into bed each night, and she gets sad when she’s out late and can’t. Even then, she makes sure to do so once she gets home, even if I’m asleep. I can be a mess, and she’s ok with it.

Father’s house is only a house. It’s big- much bigger than mums -but it doesn’t feel cozy. It is a place, much more than it is a feeling. In summers it gets too hot, and I have not been there for winter yet. I stare at the ceiling at night, all by myself, wondering why I can’t sleep. Hours will pass and I will fall eventually, but it’s eventually. I couldn’t dream of making a mess there.

Mum’s home is a home.

Father’s home is a house.

[kits-shrine]

(Little aside from current RPs to celebrate the New Years ^_^ Hiding under the cut cuz it got huge X'D. Happy New Year everyone)

Kit stood in her favorite tree that allowed her a perfect view of the village that rested at the base of her mountainous ancestral home. A smile tugged at her lips as she watched the familiar hustle and bustle of the people that lived there.

Festival stalls lined the streets, laughter filled the air and unbeknownst to those that lived there hundreds of hand crafted paper lanterns were hung hidden by her magic ready to drop at the stroke of midnight a few hours away.

The familiar sight warmed her heart. So many years she'd stood in this very tree watching them with a touch of envy at families and friends rejoicing together. It had been that envy that prompted her to decide that New Year's celebration would make the perfect time to celebrate her own birth. Though a lie, it soothed her Soul to go walk among them disguised so that she could enjoy the celebration and claim a part of it as her own.

It prompted her own tradition of making the lanterns. It had started as a prank but slowly became her way to return a gift of thanks to them. Though they did not know it, the people there for generations had helped keep her sane with her short visits. They made her loneliness bearable for centuries.

Her thoughts were cut short by sounds of laughter much closer by. Kit turned to look back at her home were her kin and friends were merrily getting ready to celebrate the new year themselves. Her eldest saw her look over before grinning and crouching down to whisper to her youngest. The little skeletal kitsune turned to look at her as well before grinning broadly.

A flash was the only warning she had before Touma ported himself in front of her and she thanked her lucky Stars for her quick relaxes catching him as he cackled. "Hello my little Flare." Kit chuckled kissing his cheek.

"Hi mama~" he cooed back. The little kitsune pointed back to the others "Come on mama. Ready."

She chuckled "I've been summoned huh? Well come on then, let's go." A grin grew over her face and she bounced him playfully "Ready?"

Touma giggled, nodding his head as he held her tight in anticipation. With a laugh Kit flipped of the branch plummeting to the ground to land gracefully before she sprinted towards the party.

When they drew closer she slowed when they approached the clearing jolting a little in surprise when they were greeted with a loud varying chorus of "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA/MOM/KIT!" Shakko laughed at her surprised face as he took pictures "What? ya think we forgot mom?" Reiko giggled with him as Byakko bounced in excitement to uncover a lovely cake with fresh strawberries adoring it.

Even Kuko managed allowed a small smile to grace his face as Kit sputtered with a blush "Well no but-" she glanced at their smiling friends "-I thought we were just celebrating the New Years."

"We decided we could do both." Tamashii chimed in with a grin that grew when his son ported out of Kit's arms to his. He gently ruffled the little ones glowing ears "Good job Tum."

Seishin winked at her "two for one combo type of thing." Yurei beamed nodding enthusically "The More To Celebrate The Better After All!"

It wasn't her first birthday since her family, but it still felt so new and surreal in the best ways. Kit gave them and all the other new friends they'd made and had been able to join then a watery smile "Well thank you. This was a wonderful surprise." sniffing she gestured to the food "Now let's eat!"

The remaining hours passed with laughter and happy chatter until the bells in the village started to ring heralding the New Year with a resounding shout of all:

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

[andrewisdoing]

maybe

maybe

right now I am tired of

hurting;

scratching at

old wounds that

bleed and won't heal

even with a whole tube of

Neosporin.

maybe

there is something

about this running,

rushing into seclusion,

a quiet blues that only

I can maneuver and fathom.

maybe

it is

better than that

false promise that

tube of Neosporin

peddles.

maybe

sometime soon

I will rush back

I wil return with

thicker skin and

wings to shield me

from the rain.

maybe...

[oshas-mailbox]

Burnout

MP tapped his fingers on his desk, lost in thought. His clock ticked behind him, dark hands moving in a steady beat. The mailman hummed a soft tune, the sound filling the room with a soothing melody. His light tenor rung out, a bright counterpart to the rattling of air in rusty vents. A drip of dew slid down his glass of cold water. It caught the light as it fell, adding another glint of shine to the circle growing on the mailman's desk. Deep ebony wood, heavily polished- practically shiny enough to be a mirror- guided another droplet to a groove, filling the scratch with liquid.

The tip of MP's pinky landed in the water, pulling him out of his fantasy. He looked around the room, at the dusty bookshelves and faded red carpet. He sighed, slumping his chin into his hands.

He was never going to clean this.

He knew that, but everyday, he told himself he would do it. This was true of a lot of things. "I'm just-t-t gett-ting old..." He laughs to himself, rubbing his eyes. It was fine, he was probably just tired. He was tired most of the time, but he must just be extra tired. That has to be the reason.

I'm fine.

He stood up with a groan, almost jumping in surprise at the ding of his phone. He sighed again, the soothing silence of his office now disturbed.

Eh. It's just work. I'll be fine.

He rubs his eyes again, picking up the device.

"You've reach-ched-d the m-mail d-depart-tment, how c-can I help-p you today?"

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[seventh-ending]

In the interest of being fair

In the interest of being fair, death isn't for everyone but it is the true ending of life isn't? It's not a time to be sad it's a time of celebration, a time to remember the person as they were who they truly were, not the fauk facade that the person put up before they passed away then again, death takes all in the end, it doesn't matter if you think you're alive for a long time, you're alive for the hell of it, you're alive for the simple fact of the fun of life even though it might be the ending of life there is another chance at life, another beginning, another story to add to you're wooden notches that you've been building up from the beginning of the start of the cycle of life

[apollos-olives]

i want to mention that while yes, the conditions that palestinians live in is horrid, palestine is still a beautiful place.

there are so many stories of people returning from their trip to palestine and all of them saying that they were disgusted and horrified and the living conditions they say the palestinians were in were just awful, and while yes all of that is true, and palestinians do live in ridiculous conditions, i still want to make it clear that palestine is an insanely beautiful place. our mountains are beautiful, our plants are beautiful, our mosques, our churches, our olive trees, our birds. palestine is a beautiful place. it is the birthplace of both christianity and judaism, it is the birthplace of jesus. our temples are astonishing, our food is delicious, our culture is rich, and our diversity is beyond. our dances are beautiful, our clothing, our jewlery, our homes. each and every one of our lives is precious.

go to any palestinian home in the world and you'll see beautiful things. the west wants to get rid of us, to completely decimate every part of our existence, but we will not let them. and we need everyone on our side to help us keep palestine's beauty safe.

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[elodieunderglass]

Horror isekai where Perceiving the Weird Eldritch Thing gets you catapulted into a nightmare labyrinth of puzzle-solving.

I.e Those Who Perceive The Hunt of the Goblin King Must Partake In The Labyrinth and Can Only Be Freed If They Complete It In One Day and One Night. By Fae Law. For Reasons.

But the definition of “perception” clearly needs to be updated because some normal guy simply films the Hunt of the Goblin King Behind Arby’s, and puts it on Facebook -

No, not instagram or TikTok, it’s important that it be Facebook -

Because the rules are pretty clear, “the rules are the rules” as is carved ominously in elvish runes above the grim gate, and the Contract is Sealed. and so therefore the guy and 25 of their most random real-life acquaintances must run the gauntlet together. It’s Some Guy, their immediate neighbors, their first partner’s mom, their friends from hobby Facebook groups (oh this poor guy and their hobbies; the elderly birdwatchers from Facebook and the young up-and-coming drag king community), their random teen kid niece, college friends, a dog who also watched the video, a couple consisting of a woman who is the guy’s Facebook friend and showed her husband the video, and the husband doesn’t even know Some Guy, so he’s in the labyrinth and absolutely furious about being forced to be involved, and they proceed to break up over the course of the puzzle.

It’s important that the narrative keeps trying to be a sexy dark horror isekai! but within this the comedic reality of Catherine, 52, the guy’s horse-riding instructor, being passionately involved in escape-room-style puzzle solving and grappling with minor goblins. They are in fact speedrunning the gauntlet.

The Goblin King finally has to say: all right, actually, I only really set all this up to fuck with one (1) guy at a time, thanks for your willingness to participate, but I think all 25 of you can consider the gauntlet fully run.

And the group would be quite hurt by that. The rules are the rules. We have a contract, actually. Let Catherine cook.

[lucalearnstowrite]

In my head

Raindrops on the window

Scribbles in my head

Talks from lovely mouths

Tears from pretty eyes

A perfect weather

A perfect time

A perfect day

A very perfect you

And a very imperfect me

Something is missing

Whose thoughts are still hissing

In my head

In my head

Everything's in my head

But the pain is in my heart

A pain so painless

And me

So helpless

Mhmmm....

A warm breeze is coming

And hugging me

From the cold wind of rain

Is it you?

Or again

It's something in my head?

But it's presence is what am feeling

A feeling more real

More real than

Myself....

[saudadeko]

ADHD tips from a girlie who was diagnosed in her late twenties and has had little to no support since and is being so brave about it:

1) Make it easy, make it accessible, and make it appealing. If anything this is the most important thing, all tips going forward are based around this concept.

2) That thing you think would help you but you haven’t bought/done it yet because you’re technically surviving without it? Buy it, you need it. It doesn’t matter if people around you might think it’s wasteful or that you’re lazy, you’re not, just do it, trust me.

3) Expanding on tip #2, if you’re like me and eggs are your main source of protein because they’re quick and easy and feeding yourself is a near insurmountable task- buy yourself an electric egg cooker, make a bunch of hard boiled eggs and keep them in your fridge for quick and easy protein to add to any meal (handful of crackers, a hard boiled egg and a banana? 5 star meal right there. Or mash them up with some mayo for egg salad sandwiches). Other easy proteins include: potstickers (put them in instant ramen), edamame (they have microwaveable snack packs), chickpeas (put in salads!), beans (can of beans microwaved with shredded cheese and some tortilla chips), peanut butter (with crackers, apple and cheese, adult lunchable style), and tofu (cut into cubes, throw them into a ziplock with some seasoning and potato starch, shake that shit up and bake it until crispy).

4) Spend a little extra (if you are able) on daily use items that excite you, it will make you more likely to remember/want to do said daily task. For example: the only reason I remember to use sunscreen is because I bought some fancy japanese sunscreen that smells like roses so I get excited to use it, same for laundry detergent and body wash! there’s a gajillion different body wash scents out there, switch it up!

5) If there’s a task you continuously struggle with take a moment to think about which part of the task is making it difficult, it could be something even as small as “I don’t put my dirty clothes in the hamper because my hamper has a lid on it and lifting the lid is one step too many-”, sounds a little stupid huh? But trust your gut, it’s not stupid if it works. See tip #2 and BUY A HAMPER WITHOUT A LID.

6) If you are having trouble starting a task, break the task down further, sometimes the way I start a task is just by going “Ok step 1) stand up-“ and so forth. Don’t worry about the task as a whole just take it one step at a time.

7) If you’re halfway through a task and have to stop, leave it out. All this, “Put things away when you’re done with them.” is bullshit. you will be much more likely to finish the task if restarting it is easier because you left it out plus it’s a visual reminder. You can also create faux deadlines like “I gotta finish this project before my friend comes over on tuesday because after I finish it I can clean off the dinner table.” etc.

8) It’s okay to outsource tasks and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, humans are designed to ask for, and to require help (what do babies do when they’re first born?? cry for help!!) ask for help and receive help without shame, if it makes your life better, you are WINNING.

9) If you have one big overwhelming task that you think you need to get done before anything else, but you feel motivated to do other tasks, do those other tasks first, it’s okay. Otherwise in all likelihood (at least in my case) you’ll put everything off until the last minute and then have to do said overwhelming task and those other tasks won’t get done at all. Doing those smaller tasks also lowers the mental load and you can use them as a motivation launch pad to tackle bigger things.

10) If you notice you tend to not put something away/forget to do something, perhaps consider moving and storing the item closer to where it ultimately ends up or where you are more likely to see it. For example, my makeup, pills, and mail are all stored on my desk because that’s where I tend to do my makeup, take my pills and deal with my mail. I used to store my pills in my bathroom medicine cabinet but all too often I would forget because they weren’t in my line of sight. Now that they’re on my desk, I have multiple chances per day to pass by them, go “oh I gotta take those.” and take them.

11) Open storage, open storage, OPEN STORAGE.

12) Motivation can look like all kinds of things. sometimes the only reason I get out of bed is because I remember I have a fun snack and I get to go eat it if I get up. It’s okay to lean into those simple “animal-brain” type motivators, you’ll eat because then you can use that fun new kitchen gadget you got a daiso? Neat. you’ll shower because then you can paint your nails that fun new color you got? Fantastic. You’ll go to the dmv and do that annoying thing because you’ll take yourself out for boba after? Superb. Lean-IN to those small motivators, they aren’t stupid or childish, they are VITAL.

13) Don’t buy into the cult of “if it’s worth doing, do it properly” it’s guaranteed to set you up for failure. If it’s worth doing, do it in whatever capacity you are able to. I put sunscreen on once a day because that’s fucking better than not doing it at all and I sure as all hell will fail at reapplying it multiple times a day. If it’s worth doing, do it half-assed babieeee.

Go forth and prosper!!! xoxo ✌️🩵