#you are good

[weeesi]

joel emery: i’m not very good at writing drama

me: *literally weeping listening to gloria scott pt 2*

[crazycatsiren]

You really are too good for some people. Believe that. I do.

[idiot-sl-oth]

moot i see you hello hope you're good (you know who you are)

[ruerock]

sometimes i think of how love has a huge impact on everything we create and how important it is (even if from time to time) to let yourself love your art just because it exists, not from a point of view of if it’s "enough” and following every single art critique. every art piece that comes from a place of love whether its by you or by someone else - it will always be good art

[pippeebottom]

Confession but sometimes I feel like a bad baby… I’m so deep in the scene and really enjoy the fantasy but I’ve never really had the funds or privacy to enjoy my little time irl. Does that make me a bad little? I’ve only ever worn 2 or so diapers, and I don’t have any other abdl gear or anything

Plus, I’m always terrified of anyone irl finding out about me

i’ve only been actively wearing for about 8 months, so i might not be the best person to answer this but i relate to your feelings so much and i don’t think anyone deserves to feel bad for doing things they enjoy, so i’ll do my best to give you some coherent thoughts

especially being a part of this community, seeing all of these cuties around you seemingly living their best diapered lives, it can be really easy to get caught up in what being little should look like and feel bad for not living up to that. i can promise you i feel like that at least twice a week, but it’s helped me to be reminded and remind myself that what we see on tumblr is just a part of people’s life (and not always completely real, there’s a level of fantasy to a lot of it as well!)

there’s nothing wrong with not being able to afford fancy abdl items, even if the only thing you’re buying is diapers, it adds up and can be really costly! i’ve been lucky enough to have some pretty amazing people in my life gift me a lot of the stuff i have, but i also opt for cheaper options on things i can (like my sippies, bottles, utensils) i may not be the best person to tell you where you can/can’t cut corners but i also came onto tumblr with zero knowledge of how to actually practice abdl outside of a fantasy. i learned everything from reading posts on here, on reddit, from talking to other littles and doms, asking so so so many questions, and i never stop learning new things about this community, this kink and myself. it comes with a lot of mixed feelings and sometimes it can be frustrating but i always try to focus on the joy i experience when im able to regress

talking to people and being willing to experiment can help a lot, so can knowing when you need to take a step away from tumblr. if I’m scrolling and feel myself comparing my journey to everyone else i see and being upset with that, it’s time to take a step away from the screen and color a pretty picture or drink some strawberry milk or watch some carebears or pee your pants or whatever it is that makes you feel small and babyish. focus on that feeling, focus on the things you find in your life that make you smile and giggle and kick your feet in the air. your ability to find that despite all the stress and doom in the world surrounding you is what makes you a good baby, not how many onesies you have or how often you’re padded. and you are a good baby, you’re a good little.

as far as being afraid people irl will find out….yeah, its scary! its hard not to be afraid, but as long as you aren’t flashing it around to everyone, at least in my experience, most people won’t notice. and if there are people in your life that are really close to you that care about you, they might not mind!! don’t let that fear stop you from being happy. keep your chin up!! <3

[frankthesnek]

Shout out to all the writers who doubt themselves.

All the ones that think their work is less than for any and all reasons. All the ones who write and don't post for whatever reason. All the ones that post and then hide because they are scared of the reaction they will get. All the ones writing rare pairs and obscure kinks and dark things. All the ones with tens of WIPs or notes or half formed drabbles.

You write great things. You put in the work, and that is no small thing. Thank you for that. Seriously, you rock.

[haveyouheardthispodcast]

[gramarobin]

[p0ssywhippedcream]

the fact that people just happen to each other and go about their days is so incredibly sad and lovely

like i don’t know your name and you told me something that changed my life forever and you’re probably just eating some pancakes at an ihop in nebraska with your grandma? how will i ever get to give you what you deserve?

how will we ever get to love people enough when we just happen to happen and then we don’t happen again

i love you i love you so much i am your biggest lover and you deserve the world and this goes out to everybody who doesn’t know they changed someone else’s life because you have and i love you for it

[unlikelytrashcreation]

I'm working on art for my damn portfolio I'm getting that tattoo apprenticeship if it kills me

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

screaammm it's not funny it's very fucked up what hes doing and he knows it but his face im dying

"............im okay"

im a morally bankrupt human being

[thesiridahl]

I’m the guest on the new episode of You Are Good pod, out today! Go listen 🥹🎅🏼

[quietimtryingtostudy]

Just because you feel others are better than you doesn’t mean you’re not good

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

hey everyone, i felt cute on this sunday afternoon and i just wanted to let you know that you are good and you are loved and you are worth it. 💗

[lynnedwardswrites]

(A Love Letter) You learn some things about the human race, as a writer.

One of the earliest problems you have to solve, one of the earliest human *things* you have to discover, is what makes a person (a character) likeable. Turns out that what a person *does* is important, but heroic deeds and impressive sacrifices are insufficient to convince a reader to spend fifty or a hundred hours reading about someone. Much more critical is what the character *wants*. More specifically, *that* they want something. Freedom maybe, or safety. To be seen. To protect someone they love from harm. Stability, at any cost to others. Stability, even at an impossible cost to themself.

It doesn't matter which one you pick, so long as you pick *something*. Many readers will follow a character--hero or villain--to the ends of the earth, if the author provides a convincing enough desire to drive the journey.

Real people are like that, too. When deciding who *we* want to follow to the ends of the earth, we hear words, we watch actions, but we *feel* the desires behind them. To love someone, truly, is to know them well enough to understand the motive behind the choice, and to smile at the knowing and say, "Oh yes, I want to be with *you*. Whatever the consequences of following this desire, I want to be there to help carry them."

So let me tell you a story.

Let me tell you a story of a man who wants to be Good.

Of course, "Good" is an impractically imprecise word for the purposes of this story. When some people say they want to be good, they mean they want to be accepted, that they want to be *seen* as good, but that is an entirely different thing. The desire to be seen as good is often the desire to be loved muddled with the ill-founded belief that one must do certain things to earn love, and that is not what the man in our story is after at all. (Which is not to say that he *doesn't* want to be loved, because he most certainly does, but that's a separate desire that we'll get to later. He's a complex, multi-dimensional character.)

What I mean by "Good" in this story is that the man wants to live his life in a way that the people around him are genuinely benefited by his existence. He wants to have a positive effect on his world, and not merely a neutral one. It's not good enough, for this man, to be "beyond reproach" (in fact, he's reached a point where "irreproachable" is almost a bad word). It's not good enough, for this man, to have good intentions. His effect must be objectively, measurably *positive*. Not the rose-colored glasses of blissful ignorance that are eventually shattered by the weight of reality. Good in a way that is robust, durable, lasting. Good in a way that acknowledges that his time is limited and so are his resources, so effort has to be invested strategically.

Note that I haven't said that the man wants to be "perfect" either. Perfect is the enemy of good. Perfection is a binary, a yes or no. Perfect is zero, perfect is nil. Perfection is a comparison to a static state. It's "Reproachable, or Not?" But Goodness is not a binary, it's a spectrum, or a direction. It's growth, it's messy, it's complex. Difficult, but *possible*. Goodness is one, and then two, and then three.

*That* is what the man wants to be.

And so he listens, when I say that there is this big, heavy, social system that is weighing me down and hurting me. He listens, and then he thinks about what I've said, and he asks questions, and he thinks about it some more, and he starts brainstorming solutions, and testing them, and asking more questions. I praise him and he appreciates that, but he's also busy reading more about what other people experiencing the same thing have said and "oh, did you know about this?" and "gosh, I want to be able to do that for you." The system becomes not-just-an-abstract and when he doesn't anticipate my reactions he asks questions again and the next time he *does* anticipate in a way that eases my burdens and I tell him and he is fierce about the fact that I have always deserved to be treated with the respect and care that feels like a wild luxury to me. He reads some more and soon he is telling me things I didn't know, things I *ought* to have known and that feel true the moment he says them because they are so deeply and thoughtfully grounded in the reality I live in. Soon I am trusting him to understand me before I have spoken. Soon I am trusting him to speak on my behalf, because it is just that clear that he *actually* gets it, even if he hasn't lived the life I have lived, because he has taken the effort to learn what I know.

*And he doesn't stop there.* Always, he is questioning what has been done, what the consequences really were. Goodness drives him, like a puzzle. He's always trying to unlock more of it, like he craves the satisfaction of knowing a little more, creating something a little better. He does this for other people, too, and how could I not love him for it? How could I not want to follow him to the ends of the earth? How could I not pledge all of my love, my life, my own effort to the man who is so deeply invested in making sure that I get what I want, that I get what makes me happy, what is Good for me? How could I not take pleasure in all the little pleasures that fill in the rest of him? His love for numbers, and food, and heavy metal? The jokes he tells and his yearning to express himself with beautiful art, and his unadulterated adoration of our cats, and every time he's ever decided to try something just because it makes him a little nervous.

How could I not want to fulfill every single other tiny fleeting whim he's ever had? How could I not want to love him so deeply that he brims over with joy and contentment and belonging and acceptance and adoration? How could I not write him long love letters that get posted to the internet because he ought to be loved publicly, too, have his praises shouted from the rooftops and across the social media hellscapes and into the faces of people who failed him. How could I not fight and bleed and weep and sing for him? How could I not do all of this like a cheering, adoring fangirl who wants to plaster his face on everything I own, even though I know he's just going to laugh at me and carry on with his hunting-for-Goodness because he's *not* doing it for me, or for the attention, which is *exactly* what makes everything about it so trustworthy in the first place?

His life is a story, it's a beautiful story, and the fact that I'm really here alongside him has a magic in it that makes me blink my eyes and pinch myself sometimes. My hero, my anti-hero, my partner, my friend, my lover. *My* story is entirely different without you, but I'm hooked on us, to the 1,000,000th sequel, to infinity.

I love you, Digital Raven Husband. You are so Good. And you deserve to be loved in every way that's been invented.