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ponchopeligroso:

every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

This really is my life philosophy, more or less.

(via tryingtofindthewords)

Today when I begin writing I’m aware: something that I don’t understand drives this engine.

slaughterhouse90210:

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.”― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

This is the best Slaughterhouse 90210 I’ve ever seen.

slaughterhouse90210:

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

This is the best Slaughterhouse 90210 I’ve ever seen.

(via alishalevin)

Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control.

The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy.

Oh my god for real. And so much of this is internalized so even if no one is there to say something in the moment, you think it yourself.

(via notsukiwaterhouse)

annetdonahue:

PREACH.

I think I can stop saying I’m a Monica now.

(via erinmallorylong)

utteranonymity:

Fun little trick I learned in therapy: validation. When someone is upset, don’t try to fix the problem, point out the cause, or tell them it could be worse. Just validate their emotions. Be like, ‘shit yeah man, that sucks. I’m sorry you’re going through that. I’m here for you.’ That’s literally all you have to do to make them feel better. Thank you and goodnight.

(via underestimatedthegirl)

It’s OK not to be a genius, whatever that is, if there even is such a thing…the creative life may or may not be the apex of human civilization, but either way it’s not what I thought it was. It doesn’t make you special and sparkly. You don’t have to walk alone. You can work in an office — I’ve worked in offices for the past 15 years and written five novels while doing it. The creative life is forgiving: You can betray it all you want, again and again, and no matter how many times you do, it will always take you back.

Lev Grossman manages to smash “you don’t have to be a genius” and “keep your day job” into his great essay, "How Not to Write a Novel" (his book, The Magician’s Land, is out this week)

(via housingworksbookstore)

Understanding that people are always a worse version of who they want to be is a way of loving them.

Spencer Madsen, from You Can Make Anything Sad (Publishing Genius Press, 04.14)

Kate’s crying AGAIN today, I guess.

(via toothyhellbeast)

You are a normally dignified cat who has maybe made a huge mistake.

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